Martial artists can never be ultimately insulted

"According to information from the assassination world, there seem to be traces of the Thai royal family, the Shadow Empire, and Interpol involved here... No wonder Grandpa told us a few days ago to keep a low profile. It seems we have indeed inadvertently participated in a major event."

"I'm not interested in these big things; the most important thing is that man!"

Wu Jialouluo clearly didn't pay attention to Wu Fengshui's words, and was only focused on the phone in his hand:

"Feng Shui, you must be able to feel it too, right? That pure fighting spirit, that pure madness, and that terrifying power that keeps overflowing! Such powerful genes..."

As he said this, Wu Jialuo became extremely excited.

In this state of euphoria, Wu Jialuo was even unable to utter complete sentences, only able to distill the myriad thoughts in his heart into a single, concise word—

"Rape!"

With these words filled with determination, Wu Jialouluo's already sculpted body lines became even clearer, and the thick veins that adorned her like pythons did not detract from her beauty but instead added a strange and eerie aesthetic.

In particular, the emanating aura of blood made her look like the legendary Heavenly Demoness.

With the liberation of flesh and blood, Wu Jialuo's thoughts also began to become more active.

Ghost Brain, activate!

With non-existent memories constantly flooding her mind, it was clear from Wu Jialuo's expression that she was deeply immersed in the fantasy called bliss.

A moment later, Wu Jialouluo stopped pretending altogether, directly clutching his lower abdomen, drool dripping from one corner of his mouth as he muttered to himself:

"We are...beloved."

I could feel it; I came here specifically to have his child… that intense madness, that overflowing life force… Ugh, I can’t take it anymore, my body has entered its reproductive phase…”

Seeing Wu Jialuo, who was muttering to himself and inexplicably entered a state of 'liberation,' even losing control of his strength due to his berserk mental state, causing the valuable satellite phone to creak in his hand...

A helpless, bitter smile appeared on Wu Fengshui's face:

“Garuda? Why don’t we calm down first? Besides, you saw what happened after the battle. With injuries like that, even if you’re still alive, you won’t be able to go out for a long time, right?”

Upon hearing Wu Fengshui's words, Wu Jialouluo paused slightly, then firmly shook his head and said:

"If it were a mortal, perhaps so. But if it were that man... no, I can feel it, no, even death cannot stop him!"

After speaking, Wu Jialouluo paused, his thoughts seemingly returning to the present, and his entire expression darkened.

"But... damn it, why can't I find any news about him... not a single trace, it's like he's vanished into thin air!"

Seeing Garuda's possessed state, Feng Shui chuckled helplessly a few times, then offered a reminder:

“Garuda? Perhaps… we should go and prepare for the things Grandpa asked us to do first, since we’ve come here on a mission for the family.”

Upon hearing the words about feng shui, Garuda was stunned for a moment before regaining his composure.

"Yes, there are still tasks to complete... We can't let our guard down..."

As he said this, Garuda looked at his palm and said, "Once the family's mission is over, I'll be free... Then I can concentrate on the search. I will find it, I will definitely find it..."

"Ha ha……"

Seeing Garuda's serious expression, Wu Fengshui smiled helplessly, but he could understand Garuda's obsession to some extent.

The Wu clan is a family of assassins that existed in Japan during the Nara period, 1,300 years ago.

In pursuit of powerful offspring, members of the Wu clan actively intermarry with outstanding martial artists and fighters, introducing superior genes from outside.

It is precisely because of this nearly thousand-year-long genetic selection that their race has become a race almost entirely born for battle, possessing physical talents far exceeding those of ordinary people, as well as a perception of the strong and the potential of life.

Furthermore, the Wu clan's secret liberation technique allows them to unleash power far exceeding human limits in a short period of time.

Depending on the level of liberation, each person's mental state is different.

Or rather, people with a high degree of liberation are also more sensitive in certain perceptual abilities.

Wu Jialuo's liberation rate reached an astonishing 85%, while Wu Fengshui could only barely reach 28%.

It's as if that man left a deep impression on Garuda after just one meeting... It seems that he truly left a profound impression on Garuda.

After all...

Looking at his own palm, even though his release rate was far less exaggerated than Wu Jialouluo's, Wu Fengshui could still clearly feel the man's extraordinary blood energy fluctuations...

For the women of the Wu clan—especially those with a high rate of liberation—this aura of youth, strength, and extraordinary potential is practically a walking aphrodisiac.

But surely such young prodigies must be descendants of those ancient martial arts sects, the Sea Emperor Society, or aristocratic families in the Tang Kingdom? Based on this very fact, it's impossible for them to allow such a powerful bloodline to flow out…

Or perhaps, let alone outflow, they probably won't even be allowed to leave the sphere of influence before they graduate?

After all, if other forces found out about this, not to mention the powerful figures who would come upon hearing the news, there would also be enemies.

Families like the Wu clan, which collect the bloodlines of powerful individuals, would not miss this fleeting and precious opportunity to gather powerful genes.

Not to mention that the fighting world is an extremely chaotic and lawless place. Any power with a sufficient atmosphere and environment will not easily send a descendant with great talent into the fighting world.

What's the difference between that and a lamb entering a tiger's den?

Really?

Thinking this, Garuda and Fengshui also arrived at the gate of Yuan Hanting.

Volume 1: Chapter 38 - The Turning Point

"The Wu clan has come as promised!"

Upon hearing the news from outside, Yuan nodded and said, "Yes, people from the Japanese fighting world have arrived. Let's prepare to welcome them. They are the people I asked someone to connect us with."

"...The Wu clan?"

Upon hearing Yuan's words, a few thoughts flashed in Tong Ang's eyes, as he was clearly searching his mind for relevant information about this clan.

A moment later, when Tong Ang recalled the records about the Wu clan, a look of surprise and astonishment appeared on his face.

"Wait, is this Wu clan the Wu clan I remember?" Tong Ang looked at Yuan.

“It’s the Wu clan from Japan.” Yuan said with a slightly disrespectful smile, “What’s wrong? What’s on your mind?”

Upon hearing this, Tong Ang rubbed his temples and then said, "If it's from this clan... wouldn't Yuan Chen's body be in some danger?"

Although the Wu clan is not well known to outsiders as an assassin clan, their 1,300-year-old traditional genetic modification techniques have greatly influenced the development of modern martial arts.

Especially after the world of assassins gained wider communication range with the development of the information age, families, schools, and martial arts sects from different parts of the world have shown great interest in this method that can continuously produce geniuses.

The main reason is that the Wu clan has performed exceptionally well—although top geniuses are still rare, each generation usually has a few capable individuals who can shoulder heavy responsibilities.

The fact that they don't have to worry about the family line failing is enough to make others envious.

Moreover, this gene selection mechanism also brings about an improvement in average performance.

Even ordinary people in the Wu clan who cannot be liberated have innate physical qualities far exceeding those of ordinary people.

With such successful examples, it's no wonder that countries around the world are now launching related scientific experiments.

But here's where the problem arises...

"Isn't entrusting Ah Chen's journey to the Dou Realm to the Wu Clan... a bit like throwing lambs to the slaughter?"

Tong Ang couldn't help but rub his temples and said, "You should know more about this tribe's cultural traditions than I do, right?"

"It's only a matter of time." Yuan seemed quite indifferent upon hearing Tong Ang's words.

“Yuan Chen is an outstanding candidate in terms of appearance, strength, and future talent. It’s only a matter of time before he encounters something like this. Rather than shutting himself away to cultivate and waiting until he’s deeply involved in the martial arts world to suddenly face this challenge, it’s better for him to adapt now that he’s younger.”

Hearing her father and grandfather's conversation, Chun-Li looked puzzled, not understanding what they were saying.

However, before Chun-Li could ask, Yuan Ye led Tong Ang away from the backyard and came to the hall to greet Garuda and Feng Shui.

Upon seeing Yuan, Wu Jialouluo and Wu Fengshui recognized him as the legendary assassin whom their grandfather had repeatedly warned them about, known as the invincible Yuan who had fought a hundred battles.

Although he was still having random thoughts on the way here, Wu Jialuo was not a foolish or rude person, and he understood the difference between private and public matters.

Meeting Yuan He and Tong Ang's gaze, the two bowed gracefully and said, "Wu Jialouluo (Wu Fengshui) of the Wu clan pays respects to our senior."

Upon seeing the two girls, Yuan nodded amiably. After waiting for a moment, he asked with some curiosity, "Are only the two of you here? Where are the elders of the Wu clan?"

"The situation in Hong Kong has been quite complicated recently."

Upon hearing Yuan's question, Wu Jialuo explained clearly and logically:

"After receiving the entrustment from the elders, the elders in the family immediately prepared to set off for this place. At that time, Feng Shui and I were on a school trip, so we arrived here in advance to wait."

Grandpa and Mom were supposed to arrive yesterday and visit today. However, due to Interpol's large-scale crackdown and the involvement of the martial arts crime organization Shadow Empire, they were denied entry as an assassin clan.

As he said this, Wu Fengshui nodded and said, "According to the news, it seems to be related to the Thai royal family and Muay Thai emperor Sagate."

As soon as Wu Fengshui finished speaking, a head peeked out from behind the curtain.

"...Someone called me?"

Under the incredulous gazes of Wu Jialuo and Wu Fengshui, Sagat peeked out from behind the curtain and asked calmly.

"Oh, it's nothing." Upon hearing this, Tong Ang explained, "It was about Interpol, it's nothing."

"Oh." Having confirmed that he had nothing to do, Sagat withdrew his head.

As they watched Sagat leave, Wu Jialouluo and Wu Fengshui belatedly withdrew their gazes.

Although he didn't say much, his expression was clearly filled with doubt, surprise, and curiosity about Sagat's appearance here.

After all, they were just discussing Sagat.

Sensing their gazes, Tong Ang took out his ICPO badge and briefly showed it to them:

“As descendants of the Wu clan, you should know about Sagat’s identity and what’s happening here. Right now, Sagat is only being held here temporarily, so there’s no need to worry about anything else.”

Upon hearing Tong Ang's words and glancing at his identification, Wu Jialouluo and Wu Fengshui both showed surprise on their faces.

Although they knew that Yuan held a legendary status in the assassination world—no, it should be said that he was a living legend—they truly did not expect that Yuan, as an assassin, could be so close to Interpol.

Regardless of their background, the connections of these senior figures are truly unfathomable.

Thinking about this, Wu Fengshui was also somewhat moved.

She had originally hoped to use this legendary figure to inquire about the young man who defeated Sagat, but now it seemed that since Sagat was imprisoned here, the young man couldn't possibly be here either.

While pondering, Wu Fengshui also turned his gaze to Wu Jialouluo.

Although Garuda didn't speak, Wu Fengshui could tell from her slightly lowered face that Garuda was also aware of the matter. However, her professionalism as an assassin made her hide her dissatisfaction and instead focus her attention on the tasks assigned by the family.

While Wu Fengshui and Wu Jialouluo were still thinking, Yuan also said from the side, "Since you've arrived too... Ah Chen!"

Looking back at the backyard, Yuan also said loudly, "The people who are here to pick you up have arrived. Come out and meet them!"

“…A-Chen?” Upon hearing this address, Garuda and Wu Fengshui were slightly taken aback.

Because in their memory, when the man and woman attacked Sagat, the woman called the young man 'Achen'.

Is it a coincidence?

Puzzled, the two simultaneously looked up at the curtain in the backyard.

Then, a handsome, tall, and muscular young man, shirtless and covered in fine sweat, walked out.

"Oh, I'm here," Yuan Chen replied.

Volume 1: Chapter 40: Wu Fengshui: Should I go too?

With the sudden burst of life energy, Wu Jialuo felt as if he had been struck in the abdomen.

That scale—

You'll die!

Wu Jialuo was not afraid of death, but he could not accept that he would die on the eve of the arrival of the meaning of life!

Thinking it over, Wu Jialouluo fell silent. After a moment, she released her grip, calmly climbed off Yuan Chen, and looked at him, saying, "I understand... I will try my best."

As she said this, Wu Jialouluo seemed to regain the gentle elegance and poise befitting the eldest daughter of the Wu clan.

Looking at Tong Ang and Yuan beside him, Wu Jialouluo also clasped his hands in front of him, bowed slightly, and then said calmly with a smile:

"I apologize, I've been in a state of mental relaxation for a long time on the way here, and I've lost control a bit. Please forgive me for making a fool of myself."

"Hmm...it's alright." Even someone as worldly-wise as Yuan hesitated before speaking, then cleared his throat and asked:

"Perhaps the two members of the Wu clan could rest for a while and calm down?"

"That would be wonderful. Do you have any rooms available?"

Yuan waved his hand, and the waiter next to him immediately led Wu Jialouluo toward the guest room.