In front was a long alleyway. Running inside, Ling Yue didnât stop until she reached a dead-end followed by two snickering thieves making an evil grin.
âWhy are you following me?â Ling Yue pretends to be frightened with her timid voice.
âWhy? Say little girl, who told you to be so blind to provoke those you shouldnât.â
Back when the Song family decided to seek help in finishing off Ling Yue inside Glass City, the power they sought out turns out to be the Sea Mountain Gang. To be more accurate, itâs the young boss (son) of the gang. After accepting the request from the Song house, the young boss then handed off the task to a sixth rank martialist inside the gang, Tyrant Three Fist, to do the dirty work.
Spending a few days inside the city searching for Ling Yue, this hired hitman eventually did find his target, but because Ling Yue was constantly escorted by the members of the Ye family, he couldnât make his move.
Then when today came around, he finally got his long-awaited opportunity.
At first he only intended to come out with his sworn brother, the fat merchant from earlier with a surname Chen, to scam the woman in red with the century old Aloeswood. But when they got seen through and failed to achieve the desired result, Tyrant Three Fist became depressed and fuming.
Thatâs when he saw her, the target from the portrait handed to him by the young boss.
âBig brother, I see this girl is so white and dainty, let me enjoy myself first to sooth my addiction. Then when Iâm done, we can sell her off to the Red Emerald Brothel.â Fatty Chen was coveting Ling Yueâs body after seeing how fine her face was.
The young boss said it already, this young girl from the Ye house here was but a fifth rank martialist. A few swings in and we can easily subdue her.
âYou damn fatty, you are too impatient in your character. Fine, letâs do as you say. Iâll take the first watch out there to make sure no one comes in. Remember not to kill her by being too rough.â Tyrant Three Fist chuckles a bit before strolling out to the mouth of the alleyway.
Fatty Chen was also a fifth rank martialist like Ling Yue, but heâs a man, and the foe was but a little girl whoâs new to the ugliness of the world. No way he will lose to an amateur.
Step by step, this Fatty Chen corners in on Ling Yue like a predatory wolf in heat.
But it was at this moment he noticed the strange smirk surfacing on the girlâs face.
From mid-air, a cold sharp object came shooting down from above.
Back outside the alleyway where Tyrant Three Fist was waiting, this hitman suddenly hears a painful loud shriek by his sworn brother. Hurrying back inside, what welcomed him was fatty Chen lying on the floor in pain, his left hand decapitated on the ground.
âFatty, what is going on?â Tyrant Three Fist looks up at Ling Yue. Instead of the fearful and dainty appearance like before, only a dagger was floating in the air next to the smirking girl.
âThis girl tricked me!â Fatty Chen only had a head full of perverted thoughts earlier so heâs quite angry right now due to the extreme pain heâs suffering.
Not hesitating, Tyrant Three Fist tosses the fatty a bottle of blood mending powder.
âBrother, letâs go in together, I want to shred this girl into pieces.â Fatty Chen only had one thought in his mind and that was to kill the girl in front of him. He may be overweight, but heâs still a fifth rank with a very flexible body.
Making a pincer attack, the two were about to make the pounce when the dagger next to Ling Yue shot out like a deadly winding snake.
Swish!
Swish!
Swish!
Shrinking his neck, Fatty Chen can only feel something cold zooming past his hair in the next second. Next thing he knew, all of his hair was sliced off, leaving his head bald and empty.
What a powerful flying dagger! If I had shrunk my neck one second slower, the thing to be sliced off wouldnât be just my hair!
Against two full grown adults, the flying dagger didnât have any trouble dealing with them. In minutes, both thugs were forced into a corner with no room to retreat.
By now Tyrant Three Fist has realized this dagger wasnât something to be taken lightly like he originally thought. Under an electric zapping sound, his hand becomes engulfed in a layer of Yuan energy that looked like burning flames.
The martial technique practiced by Tyrant Three Fist was a move called the Flaming Fist, a decent ninth grade technique. Using this move, this hitman was able to make a name for himself early on in his career while staying in Glass City due to his signature three punch K.O. habit.
Sending the punch out, a fierce flame intertwined with the flying dagger, trapping it and making it unable to move.
Taking advantage of this opening, Tyrant Three Fist then dashes forward like an eagle, his fists blooming with balls of flames in each hand.
âIdiot.â Showing disdain in her voice, Ling Yue flexes her spirit force and commands the dagger to go on a killing spree with a wave of her hand. First was Fatty Chen, piercing into the disgusting manâs heart.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
In collaboration with her daggerâs attack, Ling Yueâs fingers reformed into a claw shape and went straight for the hitman coming her way.
Eighth grade martial technique, Jade Flower Hand!
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In the exchange Tyrant Three Fist can only feel his strength draining out of his punch. Like an unknown draining force, the fire element that he gathered were nearly eliminated.
Like an eagle catching a chicken, this hitman couldnât move at all under the suppression of Ling Yueâs powerful spirit and Yuan force.
Then in a cracking sound, both his arms were dislocated by pure raw strength. Kneeling on the ground, Tyrant Three Fist could no longer retaliate like a helpless civilian.
This kind martial art, thatâs no fifth rank martialist!
Thatâs at the very minimum a seven or eighth rank martialist!
Looking back at the already dead Fatty Chen in the pool of blood, Tyrant Three Fist then looked back up at the demonic girl in front of him, who exactly is the real villain here?
âSpeak, who sent you.â Ling Yue sends a kick right up into the hitmanâs back. Who knows what sort of vital point she managed to land on, but this kick caused the guyâs whole body to convulse in pain.
âNo one sent me.â Tyrant Three Fist still had some balls left in him, refusing to answer at all, âIf you got the ability then end it.â
Not wrangling or intimidating him, Ling Yue walked up to the fattyâs corpse and pulls out one of her bottles.
In the next moment, a little drizzle of syrupy fluid poured out. From what used to be a perfectly good corpse was now but a pool of foul smelling water after being decayed in rapid speed.
âDid you get a clear look yet? If you donât speak then your ending will be the same as him.â
Gasping in cold fright, Tyrant Three Fist never seen anything this horrifying. Heâs a man thatâs lived his life along the knifeâs edge all his life, but never have he seen such vicious means in dealing with an enemy. Rather than calling this girl a human, sheâs better off being called the soul reaper.
âIâll speak, Iâll tell you, itâs the Song house from Autumn Maple Town. Song Guang Zhi and our young boss are old acquaintances, so he commissioned us to kill you. You better wisen up and let me go, otherwise our young boss will never let you go. Heâs a third rank lower celestial master, you hear me?!â Tyrant Three Fist thought that by throwing the young bossâs cultivation level out would have an effect and scare the girl.
But who wouldâve have guessed, Ling Yueâs reaction would beâ¦.
âDidnât you sayâ¦â
âI did not say I will let you go after you talk.â
After hearing the last sentence before his death, Tyrant Three Fistâs body slowly drooped down like the spark of life leaving his eyes.