Killer in the Gym

The cold aura that suddenly emanated from the black-clothed youth finally confirmed the guesses in Luo Yihuaung's heart.

Immediately after, the figure of the black-clothed youth shot towards Luo Yihuaung like an arrow.

Swish!

A flash of cold light, and two oddly shaped fist swords appeared in the hands of the black-clothed youth. Under that cold glow, the surrounding chill grew thicker.

This sudden change caused everyone except Ye Fengwu to be shocked.

And the target of the black-clothed youth was obviously Luo Yihuaung. At this time, Lin Yu was behind Luo Yihuaung, and Qin Qinghan was on Luo Yihuaung's left side, but both were powerless women.

The closest person to Luo Yihuaung was Pei Ying on the ring.

At this time, Pei Ying's mind was also panicked. He never expected there to be a killer hiding here, and he was completely unaware.

This inevitably made him lose face in front of Chairman Luo and Chairman Qin, but if he took action to heroically save the beauty now, he could still regain the lost dignity.

Therefore, Pei Ying's body leapt and fell directly under the ring. His tall figure recklessly rushed towards the black-clothed youth.

Bang!

Just then, a loud noise came, and Ye Fengwu kicked a pillar at the edge of the ring. The pillar instantly broke and crashed towards the black-clothed youth.

The black-clothed youth's face was cold, and he did not stop his rush towards Luo Yihuaung. Instead, he slashed the oncoming pillar with the fist sword in his hand.

Swish!

With a soft sound, the pillar with a diameter of nearly 30 centimeters was instantly split in half. The cut surface was as smooth as a mirror, giving people an indescribable sense of horror.

In an instant, Pei Ying, who was about to stop the black-clothed youth, stared wide-eyed in horror. The original intention of wanting to be a heroic savior also collapsed in an instant under the fierce sword of the black-clothed youth.

At this moment, he remembered Ye Fengwu's earlier words. With just the power of this sword, he was absolutely no match for the black-clothed youth.

In an instant, Pei Ying stopped in his tracks. An instinct for survival told him that taking another step forward would undoubtedly mean death.

The black-clothed youth was only a few meters away from Luo Yihuaung. In another moment, Luo Yihuaung would meet his end, but Pei Ying, who could have bought some time for Luo Yihuaung, chose to avoid it.

At this critical juncture, a soft figure suddenly blocked Luo Yihuaung.

"Qinghan, you..."

Luo Yihuaung was shocked to see Qin Qinghan suddenly blocking him.

Qin Qinghan's face was very pale, but there was no hesitation in her tender eyes. She forgot that she still had a daughter, forgot that she still had parents, because she couldn't bear to see her best friend die before her eyes.

Seeing the soft woman suddenly blocking his target, a trace of hesitation appeared in the cold eyes of the black-clothed youth.

This moment of hesitation caused him to miss the best opportunity to assassinate. Because a stalwart figure had arrived in front of him, it was the man who had seen through everything about him.

Boom!

Ye Fengwu kicked out, seeming to have the power of ten thousand catties. The black-clothed youth could only withdraw his fist swords and block his chest with both arms.

The kick was extremely powerful, sending the black-clothed youth back more than ten meters before he could steady himself.

Ye Fengwu's face was as cold as it could be. He glanced back at Qin Qinghan, as if blaming her for not caring about her own life.

Then he turned his head to look at the black-clothed youth and said coldly, "You dare to kill my wife."

Ye Fengwu's voice was cold, so cold that it was as if one was in an ice and snow world.

The black-clothed youth's face became solemn. Just based on that kick, it was definitely not something an ordinary Martial King could kick out.

This person was able to detect that he was an assassin and also had the combat power of a Martial King. Therefore, he had to suspect that this person's identity was not simple.

The black-clothed youth said lightly, "You're very good. You have the fighting power of a Martial King, but you're not my opponent."

Ye Fengwu's face was still icy cold. He snorted, "How do you want to die?"

Facing Ye Fengwu's arrogance, the black-clothed youth said indifferently again, "With your ability, you may be outstanding in the mortal world, but there is always someone better. There are some people you can never defeat."

Ye Fengwu sneered, "Oh, the last two Warrior assassins who said this are now dead and gone."

As the words fell, the black-clothed youth's face instantly changed to shock. How did he know about Warriors? An ordinary person who came to apply for a bodyguard not only had the combat power of a Martial King, but could also see that he was a Warrior.

Involuntarily, the black-clothed youth's face became even more solemn. Looking at Ye Fengwu, he said, "Who exactly are you?"

"The one who will kill you," Ye Fengwu said coldly. Then his figure rushed towards the black-clothed youth quickly.

In the ten meter distance, Ye Fengwu arrived in the blink of an eye, his speed was clearly a bit faster than the black-clothed youth’s.

Swish!

The black-clothed youth did not dare to underestimate him one bit despite this person having no Qi. He waved the fist swords in his hands, stabbing straight at Ye Fengwu's throat.

Ye Fengwu tilted his head back slightly and easily dodged it, but the black-clothed youth's fist swords were fast, and in a blink of an eye stabbed towards Ye Fengwu's heart.

Ye Fengwu pressed down both fists, separating the black-clothed youth’s double swords, then slammed his knee upwards towards the black-clothed youth's chest.

The black-clothed youth's cold face finally showed a trace of surprise. He thought to himself, this person has such perfect combat skills. Every attack was so coherent, without the slightest flaw.

The black-clothed youth's figure retreated rapidly. He turned and kicked out sideways, forcing Ye Fengwu's face.

Boom!

Ye Fengwu used both arms to block his chest. His whole person slid back dozens of meters in an instant, and his back slammed heavily into the weight rack behind him.

This caused a trace of pain to flash across Ye Fengwu's eyes. Through these few moves, he had already figured out that this black-clothed youth was an elementary level Warrior, but had very rich combat experience. If it was a life-and-death struggle, he should be able to defeat the two Death God Guild assassins he had killed a few days ago, of course, on the premise of one-on-one.

Under the ring, Qin Qinghan's eyes were full of deep worry, and tears seemed to be welling up in her eyes.

Luo Yihuaung's eyebrows were also deeply furrowed. She said in puzzlement, "His speed is slower than before, and his reactions are not as agile as before."

Although Luo Yihuaung only knew some fancy Kung Fu, she could still see that Ye Fengwu's skills were much slower than a few days ago.

Qin Qinghan said worriedly, "He...he's injured. I'm afraid his wounds have opened up again."

Thinking of this, Qin Qinghan almost cried out. Her relationship with Ye Fengwu was complicated, but when she saw Ye Fengwu fighting, she couldn't help feeling distressed.

Hearing this, Luo Yihuaung suddenly remembered that Ye Fengwu was indeed injured. When she was cut on the back by that charming woman before, although she hadn't seen his wounds herself, she still had a fresh memory of his bloodied back.

And all this was to save her.

At this moment, Luo Yihuaung's eyes looking at Ye Fengwu gradually changed in flavor. Although he was crude, domineering, and annoying, he had actually saved her twice.

On the side, Pei Ying watched their free-flowing battle. Such a scene, even movie special effects could not achieve. He asked himself, he could never do it in his whole life.

Inevitably, the shame in his heart became even more intense.

The black-clothed youth looked at Ye Fengwu ten meters away, and a trace of admiration flashed in his eyes. A person without Qi could actually fight evenly against him.

Then the black-clothed youth said indifferently, "You're very good. Below the level of Warrior, you have no enemies. If I guess right, you should be a Martial King. Unfortunately, you are not him."

"Him..." Ye Fengwu twisted his shoulders, feeling sticky on his back. He knew his wounds had split open again.

So he took off his jacket and threw it on the ground.

In an instant, Qin Qinghan and Luo Yihuaung in the distance could see his blood-stained white shirt on his back.

"Mmm..." Qin Qinghan painfully covered her mouth without letting herself cry out.

Luo Yihuaung's expression became more and more complicated as she looked at Ye Fengwu with increasingly abnormal eyes. Perhaps even she herself did not realize that the way she looked at him no longer had the previous disgust.

The young man in black also seemed to notice the old wounds on Ye Fengwu's back, which made him slightly surprised that he was fighting with injuries, yet still able to threaten himself.

But even so, he was still an assassin, with no principles, but he did not seem to be in a hurry to make a move right away. Instead, he continued the previous topic, "He is the only one I respect. He is the God of War in the Chinese army. With no qi, he was still able to fight eight qi warriors with his comrades on his back and retreat safely."

"I can say without reservation that he gave me a second life. He also changed me."

When he spoke to the last part, it seemed that scenes from that year appeared in the eyes of the young man in black.