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"We can't continue like this. This person is very capable. Let's try once. If it doesn't work, we'll have to turn back from this mission!"

Yu Si cursed the pawnshop staff inwardly, thinking they were inhuman and clearly beyond the norm, yet they only gave him five hundred taels of gold as a reward. Someone must have taken a cut.

However, he has killed so many people over the years and has a very high mission completion rate. He rarely backs down without even taking action. Even when facing a powerful figure like Meng Zhao, he is unwilling to do so.

It wasn't until late at night, with her exceptional resilience and endurance, that Yu Si finally used her lightness skill to quietly step into the courtyard of the small house.

He held his breath using a secret technique, his feet moving with a slight shuffling sound, the faint friction against the ground strangely blending with the evening breeze, making it almost indistinguishable from the outside.

He had somehow managed to hold a sharp, slender sword in front of his chest. The sword was three feet long, with a hollowed-out tip, like a mosquito's proboscis. It could draw out a large amount of blood the moment it pierced the body, causing severe injury and death. Combined with his unique swordsmanship, it was even more powerful.

Of course, all of this was just preparation for a better assassination. To actually complete this assassination mission, two other conditions had to be met.

First, he must be able to accurately perceive and determine the location where Meng Zhao is currently sleeping within his blind spot.

The opponent is a highly skilled martial artist with keen senses. What he is doing now is simply to ensure that he is not discovered, to reduce his presence, and to make it easier to achieve a surprise attack.

And if he were to open the door now, even the slightest sound would easily alert the other person and make them aware of his presence.

Therefore, he can only pinpoint the location of the opponent, and then strike instantly, breaking through walls, windows, and other obstacles to kill them in a flash.

Secondly, he must suppress his boiling killing intent and murderous aura while continuously improving his sword intent and sword energy.

These elements, like gentle moonlight, are incorporated into the sword's body, so as not to arouse the vigilance of outsiders.

Those who can do the second point, after years of doing jobs like assassins, will eventually gain some experience and skills.

Achieving the first point is extremely difficult, almost impossible.

Unless you are blind, blind for ten years, and possess extraordinary hearing and a subconscious, concrete sense of composition, you have even the slightest chance of success.

The latter possibility is that the practitioner has special secret techniques or divine skills, especially methods related to spiritual perception.

Yu Si possesses both qualities, which is why he is considered an elite assassin and why he has such confidence that he will take the initiative to act even when he cannot find any opportunities or weaknesses.

Under the cover of darkness, dark clouds slowly obscured the moonlight, and the earth seemed to have fallen into an abyss.

Outside the door, Yu Si had closed his eyes at some point and was relying on his intuition, senses, and a little bit of spiritual power contained in his swordsmanship to track Meng Zhao's location.

Finally, he found it.

However, at the same time he found it, Yu Si's spiritual perception method, which is a method of sensing the outside world with the mind, was stimulated by a cold energy as cold as a thousand-year-old ice.

In an instant, he felt as if he had lived in an icy environment for decades, his hands and feet were cold, his heart was cold, his blood was cold, and even his brain was stiff and stagnant due to the harsh environment.

"Oh no, he's spotted me!"

Yu Si was an extremely experienced killer and assassin. The moment he realized that something was wrong with his condition, he ruthlessly bit his tongue, using the excruciating pain and the taste of blood in his mouth to force himself out of the state of being frozen stiff by the cold.

The next moment, Yu Si leaped forward with all his might, about to fly out of the courtyard and get away from this terrifying environment and that terrifying person.

Yu Si had only one question in his mind at this moment: he had clearly done so perfectly, with almost no flaws showing, so how did the other party discover him, confirm his existence, and wait until now?
The next moment, the door to the room was pierced by a clear, transparent palm print with five distinct fingers. The outer edge of the palm print was completely undamaged, while the palm print itself was hollowed out as if it had been machined. The control over the power was simply astonishing.

The palm strike was extremely condensed and arrived with a swift, penetrating force. Just as Yu Si had already soared into the air and was about to leave the courtyard, the palm strike arrived instantly.

If Yu Si were to ignore the force of the palm strike and allow it to land on him, he would almost certainly be killed instantly.

In Yu Si's understanding, there are very few people who have mastered the Void-Breaking Palm technique. Their internal energy cultivation must have reached an incredible level, otherwise, how could they withstand such a huge consumption?
Helpless, Yu Si twisted his upper body in mid-air, thrusting his long sword repeatedly. In the abyss-like environment, the sword light surged like a swarm of bees, buzzing as it connected into a vertical line, piercing the transparent palm force.

Yu Si originally intended to use the recoil from the palm strike to escape this place, but unexpectedly, the transparent palm strike at the tip of the sword crumbled upon contact and shattered at the slightest touch.

The powerful inertia caused him to fall violently, terrifying Yu Si to the point of utter panic.

How could this be? How could this be?

The opponent's palm strike is concentrated and unyielding, so it can pierce through the door with a palm print without damaging the outer edge of the palm. Its power must be extremely terrifying; if you are hit by this palm strike, there is a 99% chance you will die instantly.

That's why he refused to take the blow head-on, and instead used his sword to maneuver in mid-air, hoping to use the recoil from the powerful palm strike to escape the courtyard.

What's terrifying is that this seemingly invincible palm strike actually has absolutely no power.

What does this mean?
This indicates that the person who struck the palm had reached a level of complete control over their own skill, palm technique, and power, able to do as they pleased and with complete ease.

It can gather and disperse at will, so this palm strike can pierce through a gate, yet shatter upon contact.

That's fine; at most, it shows that this young man's martial arts skills are extremely high.

However, the fact that the other party was certain that Yu Si would not take the blow head-on, but would instead turn around and use the blow to escape danger is enough to show that the other party's scheming is also unfathomable.

He had anticipated Yu Si's every thought and idea. In front of him, it was as if Yu Si had nowhere to hide, standing naked in front of him with no secrets whatsoever.

The martial arts are terrifying, but the people are even more terrifying.

After landing, Yu Si did not move, but stared intently at the door with a palm print on it.

Tap tap tap, the footsteps were almost imperceptible, yet every step perfectly matched the rhythm of Yu Si's heartbeat, causing his blood to surge violently and making him tremble slightly.

This person's mastery of Qi is simply divine.

He could hardly believe that such a master could be found in such a small county town.

Not to mention, such a master is still so young.

With a creak, Meng Zhao pushed open the door and saw an assassin dressed in black, almost blending into the darkness, in the dim light.

"Very good technique. Your breathing, footsteps, heartbeat, and aura are all concealed almost perfectly. It's just a pity that you are still in this space, you still exist in the mortal world. Although you can conceal and hide your existence, you can only deceive others in terms of their senses, but you can't fool me!"

Meng Zhao smiled slightly. This assassin had been tracking and monitoring him for several days. At first, he only had a vague feeling, which was essentially intuition, his spiritual sense was at work, rather than actually discovering the existence of this person.

However, as time passed, Meng Zhao's intuition became increasingly sharp, and he sensed that this person did indeed exist, and that it was becoming more and more obvious. Until tonight, although it was only for a moment, Meng Zhao sensed a very subtle killing intent, and he finally discovered Yu Si.

Humans are not machines; they are made of flesh and blood and experience emotional ups and downs. For an accident to happen in just a few days is already quite remarkable.

However, what's even more remarkable is Meng Zhao. He discovered this accident and used it to pinpoint Yu Si's existence, waiting until Yu Si took the initiative to make a move.

Yu Si slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, his gaze resolute.

"You knew about me all along, why?"

Of course I'll ask, why pretend I don't know!
"I wasn't sure if I could catch you without you making a move. It would be difficult for me to find your weakness. Fortunately, you still made a move."

"Tell me, who sent you? Which member of the Hongmen are you? Perhaps my sincerity that day wasn't enough? Leaving a life alive isn't enough to prove I was willing to negotiate?"

Meng Zhao assumed that the assassins and killers in front of him were sent by the person behind the scenes who was connected to Hong Minghui.

Although the previous pursuer and tonight's assassin are quite different in ability, the former is no match for the latter.

However, if it weren't for someone connected to the Hongmen, he really couldn't imagine who would target him.

Could it be that there are still people as reckless as Chen Xiaodao?
Yu Si was also stunned. He was just a killer or assassin who took a commission and killed people for others. When did he get involved with the Hongmen? The two were completely unrelated.

However, having been in the business for so many years, he immediately realized that the other party had mistaken him for someone from the Hongmen.

Moreover, judging from the other party's tone, it seems that the two sides had clashed before, and the other party was spared his life as a sign of sincerity in the negotiations.

Yu Si was momentarily at a loss for words, but after a moment, he still said,
"I'm not a member of the Hongmen, and I have no grudge against you. I'm just an assassin who takes money to do things for people!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Zhao's previous smile vanished, replaced by disappointment. It turned out he was just a paid assassin.

For a moment, Meng Zhao was somewhat listless, mainly because he hadn't waited for the person he was waiting for, and he didn't know how long it would take to complete the mechanism diagram, which made him a little depressed.

He then shook his head, his tone becoming noticeably colder.

"So that's how it is. What kind of assassin organization is it? They must have a base in the county. Tell me, and I'll spare your life!"

Although the person in front of him had come to assassinate him, this person was cautious and patient enough, and his assassination skills and swordsmanship were quite good, which made Meng Zhao feel a little fondness for his talent.

Yan Congke is not bad either, but in the end he is only one person and cannot be in two places at once.

Therefore, Meng Zhao still needs to gather more helpers. Although it is not necessary to build a super-large force, it is important to have available manpower.

Yu Si slowly stroked the slender sword in his hand.
"I'm not someone who gives up easily. Perhaps I can't kill you, but I can still try to escape!"

Before he could finish speaking, Yu Si was the first to make a move. In the darkness of the abyss, the long sword in his hand emitted a dazzling, brilliant sword light. The light shot out like a meteor, piercing towards Meng Zhao's brow in an instant.

The sharp sword energy, sword intent, terrifying killing intent, and murderous aura were all condensed into this one sword strike.

The blade was covered in what looked like dark red blood, so bloodthirsty and terrifying.

It was fast, incredibly fast.

Ruthless, inhumanly ruthless.

A sword is a weapon for killing, and swordsmanship is the art of killing.

The combination of the two further imprints the art of killing deeply into it.

Even though the sword was still several feet away from Meng Zhao, a faint red mark appeared between Meng Zhao's eyebrows under the stimulation of mental perception.

It was precisely because of the violent gust of wind tearing and the powerful killing intent and sword intent that the blood vessels were stimulated to dilate, resulting in the red marks.

Meng Zhao's eyes suddenly emitted a half-foot-long ray of light, and powerful true energy flowed through his meridians. He reached out and clapped his hands in front of him.

Between his palms, an invisible force of energy formed a sphere, trapping the incoming sword within it.

No matter how hard Yu Si tried, he could not advance an inch.

Meng Zhao exerted his strength again, and the fierce and domineering energy directly broke Yu Si's specially made sword, which could be described as a sharp weapon.

The moment the sword broke, Meng Zhao flicked his right sleeve with his right hand, and gently tapped the broken piece with his fingertips.

The tip of the broken sword, like ammunition propelled by a gun, hurtled and shot towards Yu Si.

However, this strike was not aimed at Yu Si's vital points, but simply sliced ​​off the top of his head.

With a whoosh, the blade grazed off Yu Si's black hair. Although it didn't turn him into a bald man, it shaved off most of it, leaving only a thin layer. He looked extremely strange, and with the mask on, he looked like a complete non-mainstream punk.

Yu Si swallowed hard. In his ten years as an assassin, having killed so many people, this was the first time he had come so close to death.

There are many reasons, including his superb swordsmanship, skillful assassination techniques, and cautious nature, as well as the fact that none of his past targets had ever been like Meng Zhao.

Every gesture he makes exudes the demeanor of a martial arts master.

If it weren't for Meng Zhao's youthful appearance, suggesting he was probably not even eighteen, Yu Si would have almost thought he had encountered a grandmaster.

As for his former sword-fighting master, he compared him to Meng Zhao.

It's also quite obvious that he's far inferior to Meng Zhao.

At this moment, Yu Si truly realized how realistic and ironic the words of his former swordsmanship master had been.

The gap between people is greater than the gap between people and dogs.

Such terrifying beings do exist in this world.

At such a young age, they have already reached a level and realm that ordinary people can only dream of after decades of effort. (End of Chapter)