No matter how powerful Zhang Yun was, it did not affect his determination to kill Zhang Yun.
He holds an overwhelming advantage in both his understanding of the game and his practical experience.
"Now that you know I'm at the Chakra Realm, just obediently accept your death."
As the cold, murderous voice fell, a powerful aura emanated from the cold-faced assassin, followed by a forceful palm strike forward.
A palm print exuding terrifying power pierced through the air, radiating golden light and carrying a domineering attribute, pressing down on the place where Zhang Yun was located with immense power.
Zhang Yun narrowed his eyes, a cold glint in them. He stepped on the perfect level of the Swift Wind Step, his body as light as a swallow, transforming into a gust of wind and leaving behind a series of afterimages.
Just as his figure disappeared, a deafening roar suddenly resounded in the air, and the boulder exploded, sending debris flying everywhere. This demonstrated the terrifying power contained in that palm strike.
Thud! Thud!
The cold-faced assassin leaped into the air like a lone bird in flight, and in an instant, both palms struck out simultaneously, sending two more fierce palm prints hurtling towards him.
The cold-blooded assassin lived up to his reputation as an elite assassin at the Chakra Realm level. Even though Zhang Yun had used the basic martial art Swift Wind Step to its fullest extent, in the blink of an eye, Zhang Yun's left shoulder grazed his left shoulder unavoidably.
In an instant, Zhang Yun felt a shockwave enter his arm, and his entire arm felt slightly numb.
If it were a direct hit, Zhang Yun's hand would probably be crippled.
Seeing Zhang Yun retreat and distance himself from him, a hint of surprise flickered in the cold-faced killer's bloodthirsty eyes.
Despite his body being at the Body Refinement Realm, he only suffered minor injuries from Zhang Yun's palm strike that brushed past him, which could only mean that Zhang Yun's physique was beyond his imagination.
"Look over there!"
Zhang Yun suddenly pointed behind the cold-faced assassin and said something unexpected, causing the assassin to be momentarily stunned.
However, given the qualities of a professional assassin, how could the cold-blooded killer possibly believe Zhang Yun's nonsense?
His bloodthirsty eyes held a terrifying killing intent. At this moment, the cold-faced assassin's aura became increasingly violent, as if he had transformed into a ferocious beast, carrying an overwhelming momentum as he crushed towards Zhang Yun.
But at that moment, the cold-blooded killer suddenly felt the temperature behind him rising rapidly at an alarming rate.
Having experienced countless battles, he sensed an extremely dangerous aura in that instant. His expression hardened, and he became extremely vigilant.
Could it be that Zhang Yun's accomplices have been hiding in the shadows all along, without him even realizing it?
With this question in mind, the cold-blooded killer couldn't help but look back, and then a look of horror flashed in his eyes, and he instantly felt a chill run down his spine.
A strange silver flame, imbued with terrifying energy, appeared in the cold-blooded assassin's field of vision, resembling a silver fire dragon.
As the silver flames roared, even the cold-blooded killer's soul trembled slightly.
"not good!"
A hint of seriousness flashed across the eyes of the cold-blooded assassin, who was extremely sensitive to crisis. He immediately dodged and retreated. However, just as he retreated, a palm print containing endless thunderous power was violently imprinted on his back. The terrifying power of lightning roared wildly, as if it wanted to tear everything apart.
At this moment, all the spiritual energy within Zhang Yun surged up, like a roaring tiger.
The surging power swept wildly, and the cold-faced assassin felt extremely fierce thunderous forces rushing into his body, directly attacking his internal organs and destroying his life force.
"puff!"
Instantly, the cold-faced assassin crashed to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"How...how could this be?"
Filled with endless astonishment and disbelief, the masked assassin's eyes gradually lost their luster, eventually turning a deathly gray.
He would never have imagined that after so many years of dominating the assassin world, he would end up dying at the hands of a mere Body Refinement Realm youth.
"Brother Zhang Yun, you're really becoming more and more unfathomable to me."
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Chapter 29 Gathering of All Parties
"Brother Zhang Yun, you're really becoming more and more unfathomable to me."
A voice came from not far away, which made Zhang Yun smile slightly.
That old bastard Lin Dong is really persistent.
"Brother Lin, I was almost killed by a Chakra Realm assassin just now, while you and Ruoxue were just watching the show. It seems Zhang Yun's life isn't worth that much after all," Zhang Yun joked.
"Brother Zhang Yun, you flatter me," Lin Dong said with a smile, his deep eyes gleaming, his spirits several times better than a few days ago.
"I never expected that Brother Zhang could cultivate the Step-by-Step Thunderclap Technique to the minor completion level in just five days. Even when I was young, I wasn't as monstrous as you."
Lin Dong couldn't help but sigh, "Truly, the younger generation surpasses the older."
At the same time, I was certain that Zhang Yun must be an alchemist, and one that was far from ordinary.
One can get a glimpse of the whole picture from the eerie, domineering silver flame he controls.
"It was just luck," Zhang Yun said modestly.
"Ruoxue, you should learn a lot from Brother Zhang Yun."
Old Lin smiled, implying that she must get along well with Zhang Yun, and that even if they were to date, he, as her grandfather, would have no objection.
"Hmph." Lin Ruoxue crossed her arms, snorted coldly, and turned her head away.
"Hehe, let's go up the mountain," Old Lin chuckled.