A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

Sitting in the sports car, Gu Feng was thrown around in a daze, completely disoriented and unable to tell which way was which. Wet liquid trickled down his forehead and onto the corner of his mouth, tasting salty and fishy.

is blood.

The blood flowing from my own body.

At first, he thought it was just an accident.

As he struggled to climb out of the car, he was punched hard in the face.

It wasn't until he was thrown back into the air that he finally realized—this wasn't an accident, it was an assassination attempt.

Who wants to kill me?

In an instant, many figures flashed through Gu Feng's mind.

Mayumoto I? Mayumoto II? Zheng Fengjiao? The five sons of the Zheng family? Chen Hongyin? Long Tai...

When Gu Feng thought of these names, he suddenly realized that he had so many enemies.

The sound of footsteps "tap tap" rang out.

Gu Feng looked up and saw the burly, bearded man who had just punched him charging at him again.

As soon as he got close, he suddenly raised his foot and stomped hard on his back.

This was the first time Gu Feng had suffered such a huge loss since arriving in Shenzhen.

Once the flames of anger were ignited in his chest, they burned fiercely.

It's understandable that I got infected the first time while I was still dizzy and confused.

But if he suffered a loss a second time, he couldn't forgive himself.

He braced himself on the ground with one hand, sprang up, and used the momentum to kick back, blocking the person's foot that was about to step down.

With a muffled thud, the two stepped back and stared at each other.

Only now did Gu Feng have time to properly examine the person in front of him.

A seven-foot-tall man, tall and imposing, exuding a fierce and domineering aura.

Especially his fierce eyes, like a demon from hell, exuding an aura of gloom, coldness, and death.

This is an enemy I've never seen before, a very high-level assassin.

The murderous aura emanating from him was too intense.

The two stared at each other for a moment, then the burly man with the beard made the first move. He lunged forward and launched a flying kick straight for Gu Feng's chest.

What a great speed.

The so-called masters sometimes win or lose by just one or two moves. It is often this one or two moves that can decide life or death.

After Gu Feng arrived in this era, in any face-to-face confrontation, no one could withstand a single full-force attack from him.

But now, this person has appeared.

Gu Feng unleashed a punch with unstoppable force, imbued with powerful fist energy.

The bearded man realized the danger and knew it was too late to dodge. In desperation, he clenched his fists together and took the punch head-on.

With their fingers intertwined, he intended to use the momentum to spin away and break Gu Feng's wrist.

But as soon as they made contact, he realized something was wrong—the force of the incoming punch was far more powerful than he had imagined.

With just one exchange, the bearded giant was forced back.

After a brief exchange of blows, both men froze, standing two zhang apart.

The burly bearded man clenched his burning fists, a chill creeping into his heart.

In my fifteen years in the industry, I've seen countless lives, but I've never encountered such a formidable opponent.

The burly, bearded man grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed, while Gu Feng became more and more excited.

Having been here for so long, I've finally met a formidable opponent; how could I not be overjoyed?

With a soft "whoosh," Gu Feng sprang up, once again unleashing his unpredictable movement technique.

To outsiders, it may just be a dazzling display, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

But the bearded man could see it clearly.

However, even if he saw it clearly, it wouldn't matter.

When Gu Feng moves, his footwork is so swift and unparalleled that it is both offensive and defensive, leaving no room for error and making it impossible for anyone to defend against.

In an instant, Gu Feng was already in front of him.

The bearded giant knew that if he were hit by this blow, even his skin of copper and bones of iron would shatter.

He dared not be careless and used all his strength to unleash a devastating strike, concentrating all his power in his fists and slamming them towards Gu Feng.

No one could deny that this bearded man was a master, and a first-rate one at that.

The person who hired him to kill had a good eye.

There is absolutely no chance of survival against a top-tier assassin of this caliber.

If it weren't for Gu Feng, this assassin could easily take anyone's life.

Unfortunately, he encountered someone who shouldn't exist in this world—an ancient time traveler with amazing martial arts skills.

Even if that bearded giant was a formidable fighter, it was all in vain.

The bearded giant's all-out attack, a deadly strike, only hit the afterimage, striking thin air.

Gu Feng, who was right in front of him, mysteriously disappeared just as his fist was about to strike.

By the time the burly bearded man sensed something was wrong and tried to slip away, it was too late.

Gu Feng's fist came from an unimaginable angle.

The burly, bearded man couldn't dodge or block it; he could only take the blow head-on and met it with a punch of his own.

This tactic is called "hurting the enemy a thousand, but losing eight hundred of your own."

It is most useful in times of life and death.

A muffled "boom" was heard.

The bearded man first heard the sound, and then he heard the faint cracking sound of bone breaking inside his wrist.

Immediately afterwards, he was sent flying backwards.

This is the second move. But the outcome is already quite clear.

Even if this burly, bearded man went home and trained for another ten years, he would still be no match for Gu Feng.

One of his arms went limp after he had blocked Gu Feng's punch, and he couldn't muster any strength at all.

However, Gu Feng did not let him get away with even a single move just because he was injured.

On the contrary, he pressed forward relentlessly, throwing punch after punch with no pause in between.

The burly, bearded man was unable to defend himself and retreated repeatedly.

Although he was still dodging skillfully, he would occasionally get punched by Gu Feng.

Even the fastest punches from others have gaps and pauses.

But Gu Feng's attacks seemed endless, with no pauses or hesitations, only a dense barrage of fist shadows.

It wasn't wave after wave, but a surging tide that swept in all at once, completely engulfing the bearded man.

Yes, Gu Feng was truly enraged.

Because of the sports car that was wrecked beyond recognition, because of the loss I had never experienced before, and because of my mood, which was originally quite good but is now absolutely terrible.

As a ruthless lone traveler who had killed countless people, the bearded man had long since disregarded life and death.

He knew that what goes around comes around.

Today may be the anniversary of his death.

However, the bearded man was not afraid.

His blood had already turned cold the moment he killed the first person.

He had lost count of how many punches he had taken to the face.

All he knew was that his mouth was filled with salty blood and his teeth had fallen out; his nose was broken and bleeding profusely; his eyes were swollen and his vision was blurred.

He had been hit countless times in the chest.

In his mind, what struck him was no longer a fist, but a hammer.

Each strike could shatter his ribs and destroy countless tendons and veins.

After this battle, he might become a cripple.

But he persevered, using his stubborn and ruthless will to turn the pain into numbness.

The burly, bearded man hadn't given up. He was waiting, waiting for an opportunity to kill his enemy in one fell swoop.

Hidden in his uninjured wrist was a spring-loaded throwing knife.

Once this arm is tense to a certain degree, the knife will be fired.

Those who are shot have absolutely no chance of surviving.

With his final punch, the bearded giant realized his chance had come.

Without hesitation, he met the attack with his left hand, and as his fist collided with Gu Feng's, the throwing knife hidden in his sleeve shot out at the same time.

Gu Feng was startled when he saw a flash of white light in the man's sleeve.

He truly didn't expect that this dying tiger would still bite back at the last moment.

Life and death can sometimes be determined by a single moment, and sometimes by a single reaction.

However, no one can deny that those who react quickly tend to live longer than others.

Perhaps because he was struck by lightning, Gu Feng's nerve cells did not become dull or numb; on the contrary, they were exceptionally sensitive. Therefore, his reactions were faster than those of ordinary people.

When he realized something was wrong, his first reaction was to let go and back away.

If he retreats, it will be exactly what the bearded giant wanted.

Because when he designed this sleeve-mounted throwing knife, he had already anticipated other people's reactions. The person who could get him to use this throwing knife must be a master among masters.

So he calculated the expert's retreat speed and designed the angle at which the throwing knife was launched. As soon as the enemy retreated, the throwing knife would shoot diagonally into the heart from under the enemy's armpit.

In this life-or-death situation, even the fastest person could only think of letting go and retreating. But Gu Feng had already considered what would happen after he retreated.

So at that moment, he made a decisive move and chose to spring up to the side.

Despite this, the throwing knife still passed under his armpit and through his back, but it did not cause a fatal wound.

A heart-wrenching pain shot through my armpit.

Gu Feng, enduring excruciating pain, pulled the throwing knife that had almost pierced his shoulder, quickly tapped his chest and arm several times, and then, gripping the knife, almost frantically stabbed at the bearded man...