Five-Punch Knockout

"Challenge me?"

Blue Shark grinned at An Yi, licking his lips. "We might both be A-rank assassins, but I'm nothing like that bastard Red Poison!"

"Doesn't matter. You're both ugly as hell—practically ghosts. Close enough."

An Yi shrugged carelessly.

Unsurprisingly, those words ignited Blue Shark's fury.

"Brat, I won't let you die so easily!"

Blue Shark clenched his fist and swung at An Yi.

An Yi's eyes sharpened, his reflexes lightning-fast as he met the punch with his own.

Fists collided.

Crack!

A muffled groan escaped An Yi as he staggered back two steps, his entire arm trembling.

He'd underestimated his opponent.

This blue-haired, smoke-eyed, face-pierced freak looked scrawny, but his strength was monstrous.

An Yi had always prioritized raw power in his training.

Yet even so, against this blue-haired demon, he was outmatched.

"You good? Need me to take over?"

Lin Chen's voice was calm.

At that moment, Wolf Eye slipped silently to Lin Chen's side, flicking his dagger toward his throat.

Lin Chen dodged back, his gaze turning icy.

"Tsk, lucky you."

Wolf Eye licked his blade, flashing a bloodthirsty grin. "Name's Wolf Eye. Sniper by trade, but I specialize in close combat."

Lin Chen stretched his arms, speaking flatly to An Yi. "Handle your own mess. I've got my hands full here."

"Don't need your help. Let’s see what this foreign edgelord’s really made of!"

An Yi shook out his aching fist.

Blue Shark sneered. "Kid, you're way out of your league."

Done with words, An Yi launched forward like a cannonball, his fist slicing through the air toward Blue Shark's face.

"Too weak!"

Blue Shark smirked, raising his arm to block.

But this time, his arm froze mid-motion—as if something invisible held it back.

That split-second delay was all An Yi needed.

His fist smashed into Blue Shark's face.

Thud!

Blue Shark crashed into the wall, the impact leaving a cratered outline of his body in the concrete.

Lin Chen, locked in combat with Wolf Eye, caught the scene from the corner of his eye.

This guy knows Qi Manipulation too?

And from the looks of it, he was far more skilled than Lin Chen himself.

"Interesting. So you can control air."

Blue Shark pushed himself off the wall, unharmed aside from a trickle of blood at his lips.

He wiped it away, grinning. "Tricks like that only work once. You're out of chances."

An Yi pressed the attack.

A whip-like kick lashed out—legs packing far more power than fists.

Combat was An Yi's forte, and his legs were his deadliest weapons.

Blue Shark's eyes gleamed with disdain as he caught An Yi's ankle mid-kick.

"Too slow!"

With a vicious yank, he slammed An Yi into the ground.

Boom!

The floor trembled.

An Yi tumbled like a ragdoll, skidding to a stop only after crashing into the factory wall meters away.

"Hey! You alive?"

Lin Chen's focus wavered.

Wolf Eye seized the opening—his dagger slashing down in a blur.

Lin Chen barely dodged, but not fast enough. The blade tore through his shirt, leaving a bleeding gash across his chest.

Dark blood dripped from Wolf Eye's dagger.

He wiped the blade on his sleeve, smirking. "Worry about yourself first, hero."

Meanwhile—

An Yi pushed himself up, rolling his shoulders. "That all you got? Pathetic."

Blue Shark chuckled. "Your forehead’s bleeding."

An Yi touched his brow—his fingers came away red.

Damn it!

Don’t tell me I’ll scar!

Rage burned through him. His looks were his ticket to charming rich women and climbing the social ladder!

Blue Shark’s smirk faded. His smoke-ringed eyes narrowed, tension creeping in.

He knew his own strength. That strike should’ve turned a man to pulp—even a car would’ve crumpled.

Yet this kid just stood back up like it was nothing.

"Blue-hair, let’s go again."

An Yi lifted his chin, his aura shifting instantly.

His gaze locked onto Blue Shark, radiating a domineering pressure—like a king surveying his prey.

A killing intent so thick it felt tangible wrapped around Blue Shark.

Something’s off.

For the first time, Blue Shark’s expression turned serious.

An Yi moved.

In a blink, he closed the distance, fist driving toward Blue Shark’s chest.

Just this?

Blue Shark exhaled, his back damp with cold sweat.

Born with freakish strength, An Yi’s punch barely registered.

He could take a dozen of these and barely flinch.

Then came the second punch.

Blue Shark blocked it, stepping back to steady himself.

Stronger, but still nothing.

He countered with a chop to An Yi’s ribs.

An Yi didn’t even flinch.

His third punch never slowed.

Bam!

Blue Shark barely raised his own fist in time to meet it.

The two fists collided, evenly matched in strength, neither gaining the upper hand.

At this moment, Blue Shark was genuinely shocked.

This kid in front of him—his punches were growing heavier with each strike!

The force behind this latest punch was nearly on par with his own.

"What are you spacing out for?!"

An Yi abruptly closed the distance, his eyes devoid of emotion, locked onto Blue Shark with an icy stare.

Blue Shark snapped back to reality.

How was he so fast?!

Thud!

This time, An Yi’s fist slammed straight into Blue Shark’s abdomen.

A sharp, twisting pain erupted—his stomach churned violently.

Gritting his teeth, Blue Shark realized the fourth punch had far exceeded his expectations. Even if he hadn’t been caught off guard, blocking it head-on would’ve been nearly impossible.

"We’re not done yet!"

An Yi’s chilling voice rang out from above him.

He swung again.

The sheer force of the punch carried a terrifying aura, the wind howling as the fist tore through the air with a sonic crack.

Flash Fist—Fifth Layer of Power!

This time, Blue Shark didn’t hesitate. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, bracing for the impact.

Crack!

An Yi’s fist met Blue Shark’s forearms.

Without warning—

A sickening crunch of bone echoed as Blue Shark’s arms fractured under the overwhelming force. The impact sent him crashing into the ground, his body skidding across the pavement for a full three meters before finally coming to a stop. He lay there like a beaten dog, arms trembling uncontrollably.

That single punch had shattered his forearm bones—its sheer power undeniable.

"Blue Shark, what the hell are you doing?!"

Wolf Eye caught sight of Blue Shark’s pitiful state—arms broken, sprawled on the ground—and couldn’t help but seethe with frustration.

An A-rank assassin from Heaven’s Gate, taken down in a backwater city like Jiangbei by some kid barely twenty years old!

If word got out, Blue Shark could kiss his A-rank status goodbye.

The organization would see it as a disgrace!

Wolf Eye’s gaze flicked back to the cold-faced young man before him, teeth clenched.

Even with a dagger in hand, he felt no confidence in victory.

This icy bastard’s foundational combat skills were terrifyingly refined. Apart from that one moment of distraction when Wolf Eye had managed to land a slash, he couldn’t find a single opening now.