Rebirth of the Peak Young Master

Chapter 927 927: Resolving the Problem

He was not someone to be assassinated with a sword. Although he might use it occasionally, most of the time he preferred to solve problems with his fists, because he could personally feel the struggle and helplessness of his target before death, obtaining the greatest psychological pleasure from it.

Because of this, his entire body's joints and bones were as hard as steel. Whether it was his fists, elbows, knees, or feet, they were the murder weapons he was most proud of!

His fists were like sharp arrows, powerful and irresistible, then in an instant. Finally, he suddenly changed, slapping with his palm, creating overlapping waves. He bent his knees and bowed, like an old man offering a peach, slid towards the sound of leaves and phoenixes on the ground, as a thunderstorm erupted upon his hard elbow, similar to the thunderstorm caused by air friction. Roaring!

At this moment, his three efforts overlapped, ultimately condensing into a fierce and violent impact on Ye Fengsheng's sound!

Looking at his ferocious face, we could tell that this blow already had the same ending. Even if it hit the sound of Ye Fengsheng's mouth as anticipated, the return shock would cause vibrations throughout the body and bones. It might even break that arm!

But at this moment, he didn't have time to think!

For survival! So you must die!

But I saw Ye Fengsheng's voice did not strengthen at all. He merely lifted his hand lightly, as if gently patting mud off his shoe on Yun Lang's head.

"Ah!"

After a dull thud, people only felt the ground underfoot shaking, followed by a thick layer of sand blown into the air, creaking as it fell down, as if landmines were exploding on the ground.

Amidst the mud, Ye Fengsheng's blurred figure still stood firm, without the slightest difference.

"How could it be!"

Suddenly staring wide-eyed, fear filled Chan's eyes.

Yun Lang's ranking in the Fourteen States was still higher than his. Now, this desperate fight was underestimated to the point where it was resolved?

"Come on!"

After drinking a soft drink, Rose threw three plum darts at Ye Feng's shadow on the beach, then turned and ran, while Chan still remained motionless.

She had been waiting for the best chance to escape.

As an assassin, he couldn't let external factors interfere with his judgment. At this point, women were always clearer than men!

"This is why you want to leave, isn't that a bit too low for me?"

Quietly waiting for the dust to fall to the ground, Ye Fengsheng shook his head slightly, then suddenly vanished from where he stood.

In the earth that was dripping, only the half-dead wolf knew its life and death!

The wind howled past his ears, the beautiful city unable to give these two fugitives any place to stay, whether it was the roar of vehicles or the brilliant neon lights, they were obstacles to their life in their eyes.

Although it seemed no one was chasing them, they still had no chance.

The golden mask had long been abandoned on the road, revealing two ordinary faces that were no longer distinctive in the eyes of passersby.

Assassins should be like this. They have no characteristics, can't stand out, can't be prominent, can't immediately strike, fleeing into the crowd like ordinary people.

On the other hand, the assassin who missed his target and lost his hand, all he could do was flee thousands of miles, hide his name.

But this was precisely what the storyteller by the roadside had made up after he ran out of words. It would not be an exaggeration to call it a joke.

Huo Chan and Rose were top golden-faced killers in the Fourteen States. Even if they hadn't assassinated Ye Fengsheng before, even if they both showed an intention to flee, even having left the scene, they still hadn't given up the Queen's pearl, in other words, hadn't given up on tonight's target.

In the busy crowd, a passerby carried lipstick, hiding his pale beauty. The two gently embraced like lovers.

Extreme fatigue.

They saw the person who made their souls shudder, saw him walking in their direction, yet remained motionless, without beauty, without whispering, without life wanting to enter the hall of marriage like glue.

Then, in the instant Ye Fengsheng passed by, the wind blew, Mei's dart and the soft sword simultaneously exploded, murderous intent soaring.

In this situation, these two assassins didn't want to escape! But in this crowd, robbing Ye Fengsheng once more!

A drop of liquid fell from the sky, staining a passerby's eyebrow, warm, with some residual temperature.

The passerby, doubtful, looked up, not seeing raindrops, stretched out his hand that touched him, yet saw a bit of scarlet, immediately shaking his head.

"Blood?"

His confusion hadn't completely dissipated, and he heard sharp, piercing cries next to him:

"Ah!"

"Murder!"

The next moment, the hubbub of the crowd, the rushing of pedestrians, the originally lively day suddenly turned into panic, those who were laughing and cursing at the same time fled in the opposite direction.

This was tacit understanding, preferring to survive, after all, a scream too poignant had happened before!

The chaotic crowd, knowing what had happened, not knowing what had happened, merged in that instant.

Scalding water, boiling oil, burning furnace, at that moment and the neon lights by the roadside in front of us became the backdrop of the slaughter we faced.

But in just a brief moment, Ye Feng's sound had become the focal point of colorful lights!

With eyes as tranquil as water, still so indifferent, even though a splattered bloody arm appeared before him, he didn't make the slightest dodge.

"Qira."

Hot blood splattered onto the ground, simultaneously bringing heated air, with the body's contact with the ground causing a violent impact.

Red embers rolled out from the overturned coal stove, after turning a few circles on the ground, lightly hit the arm, spewing smoke while gradually turning black.

The arm was scalded by high temperature, but there was no movement at all.

Ye Feng watched indifferently the sweating man before him, a trace of "So that's it" flashed in his eyebrows. After opening his mouth, his white teeth seemed to penetrate under the brilliant lights: "Don't run, dare come back to rob me?"

"I thank you for your courage and ignorance."

Slowly walking towards the two people in front of him, although each step was silent, every step felt like a heavy step on their hearts, the immense pressure making them think their hearts were about to jump out!

Du Da's sweat kept flowing down his forehead. If it weren't for trusting the Rose around him, or the persistence to live, Chan would be shocked by the pain of his broken arm.

But he still stood, trembling, unable even to stretch his legs, yet he still stood in front of Rose.

The soft sword in the palm began to tremble, but he knew this was the only hope for survival at this moment, not for himself, but for Rose!

In this desperate situation, Rose left her only weapon to him, so no matter what, he couldn't betray this trust! Even if you're doomed to die, you're destined to die. Give Rose time to escape!

Blood began to flow along the blade handle. Chan felt the scene before his eyes begin to blur. He knew he didn't have time. He turned his head, hard to look at Rose. In a daze, he seemed to see Rose mocking him.

That's enough. Before she dies, fight for time for her!

Thinking of this, Huo Chan bit through the tip of his tongue, focusing his attention on it. With a soft sword, he walked towards Ye Feng's sound.

But unfortunately, he ultimately failed to find Ye Fengsheng, his corpse losing control and crashing down on the road.

"Sorry..."

In view of this, his heavy eyelids finally closed.