This person's enhancements were specifically in his limbs, roughly at the steel level. He also possessed the inheritance of an assassin, making him a clear danger level individual—the kind who, with a bit of luck, could wipe out a tactical squad, approaching the lowest level of anti-military danger.
Such a person is naturally extremely difficult to deal with!
However, a smile involuntarily crept onto my lips. Only now did I realize that I didn't dislike fighting strong opponents; in fact, I quite enjoyed it…
I once again deflected the force of his arm, then smoothly executed a shoulder strike, landing squarely on his chest. He staggered back nearly ten meters, clutching his chest and panting like a wolf.
His physical enhancements were limited to his limbs. Although his stamina and internal organs had improved to some extent, he still couldn't withstand the onslaught of a master of internal energy. If this continued, I was confident I could take his head and then force him to reveal Xu Pengxuan's location.
"Clang!"
Suddenly, the man straightened up, his hand sweeping behind his back, drawing a gleaming silver, half-meter-long short blade.
I recognized this blade; it belonged to the ninja swords of Shikijima. From his taijutsu style, I roughly knew he was related to ninjas, and now it seemed he was indeed from Shikijima.
"Shikijima person, what exactly do you want?"
The Shikijima assassin reversed his grip on his blade, raising his head. The dark red in his eyes intensified, radiating a bloodthirsty aura.
"Kill!"
After uttering a string of fierce Shikijima words, the assassin suddenly spun upwards, creating a deep crater in the hard pavement where he stood.
Although I didn't understand Shikijima language, I had fought many Shikijima superhumans before, so I knew the meaning of this word: "Die!"
Seeing this, I didn't hesitate to circulate all the blood energy in my body. A powerful burst of internal energy erupted from my bones, through my fascia, and then through my muscles and skin.
The air around me suddenly trembled, producing a loud "whoosh," and then I charged forward with speed faster than the assassin. Taking advantage of the momentum, he swung his blade downwards; my internal energy flowed effortlessly, my muscles and bones twisting slightly, and I dodged the attack with ghostly precision.
Then, I braced myself with one foot, the ground cracking like a tortoise shell, and swept my other leg across like a whip. The assassin, having missed his attack, was already struggling to dodge, but my foot still grazed his abdomen. He was struck as if by lightning, staggering back several steps, crouching on the ground catching his breath before looking up at me in shock.
He muttered to himself, "Your Excellency, who are you...?"
He was utterly shocked. As a master of the Assassins and Shikijima ninjas who had crossed the sea to the East, his assassination career had always been smooth sailing. But he never expected that a mere Eastern martial artist, considered the weakest of the four types of superhumans, would be so powerful.
"You can speak Chinese, right? Tell me who sent you."
I stretched out my fist and slowly walked towards him. With each step, I released a wisp of neutralizing energy from my foot, causing the ground to tremble slightly. But it wasn't a shaking of the entire ground; rather, I used neutralizing energy to precisely deliver a slight vibration to him, making his blood tremble, creating an oppressive feeling like the approach of a giant beast.
This was the same move I had used earlier, one of my self-created martial arts techniques, the Dragon-Step Tiger-Walking style.
The assassin felt a burning sensation on his nose, as if an ancient mammoth was charging towards him. The spot where he had been kicked felt like it was being pierced by needles and burned with intense pain. He knew he had been injured by the unique, unpredictable power of Eastern martial arts, yet he still forced himself to stand.
"I originally planned to take you down by myself, but it seems I can't. But do you think you've won?"
"No, you have no idea how great my master is. If he wants to kill you, you absolutely cannot escape!"
The assassin now spoke in a slightly strange form of Chinese. Since we could communicate, a thought struck me. I was intrigued by his use of the word "master," after all, I also wanted to know who else besides Xu Pengxuan intended to kill me.
I deliberately mocked, "Powerful? Then why don't you dare tell me his name?"
The assassin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "You'll know when the master arrives, but that will be your death day!"
With that, he charged again, and the fight resumed. This time, he was very careful to protect his chest and abdomen, preferring to suffer heavy blows to his legs and arms rather than give me another opening.
His sword slashed horizontally, but I dodged it with my usual powerful movements, then struck his arm from the side. A loud "bang" echoed as the ninja sword flew through the air, sparks flying far away.
The assassin hurriedly retreated, utterly shocked. For some time now, his once-proud, steel-like arms had become as heavy as lead, aching from bone to muscle. If he were to lift his clothes now, they would surely be covered in bruises.
Since awakening his enhancement-type ability, he hadn't experienced such pain for countless years. Little did he know that internal energy could penetrate deep into muscles and bones, striking the weakest points. Even in enhanced areas, the strength of bones, blood vessels, tendons, and skin varies.
Unless it's at the "diamond" level—uniformly strong, densely packed, and flawlessly arranged—it will gradually reveal weaknesses under the attack of a skilled internal energy master!
"You lost. Tell me who sent you, and maybe I can let you go."
I uttered some familiar but effective rhetoric as I approached him, increasing the pressure…
This psychological clash in the heat of battle gave me a long-lost sense of excitement, making me realize that the marks left by those years couldn't be erased in just a few months after waking up.
The assassin's breathing quickened, and I knew he was completely out of commission. Just as I was about to subdue him and interrogate him further, a dozen cars suddenly appeared on both sides of the empty road.
Then all the car doors opened, and seventy or eighty armed men stepped out. Many of them were carrying titanium cases bearing US military insignia. My heart sank.
These were Xu Pengxuan's men!
I turned around and saw the assassin holding a bullet in his arm. He said, "Although I couldn't kill you, my mission is complete."
"Bang!" The next moment, the smoke dissipated, and the assassin disappeared into the fog.
However, from the faint glimpses of his vision, I could tell he was still lurking in the shadows, waiting for his chance…
I could even roughly pinpoint his location, but I had no choice but to confront this group of heavily armed gangsters first.
"Go!"
The gang members immediately raised their guns, flashes of light, and bursts of bullets whizzed through the air.
A sense of crisis pierced my back. Even a martial artist at the Transformation Realm was classified as "dangerous," meaning they couldn't handle this situation. Therefore, in that critical moment, almost instinctively, I violently drew true qi from my dantian. In that instant, I felt as if my abdomen had been stabbed, a searing, burning pain.
But the drawn true qi quickly traveled along my meridians, merging with my Transformation Realm cultivation, filling my body!
The gang members laughed excitedly, raising their guns and firing wildly like thugs in an African melee. But the next moment, their eyes widened in shock. The person standing in the middle of the road suddenly burst forth with a brilliant golden light, as if he were clad in golden armor.
Countless bullets struck him, splattering into crimson flowers—not blood, but a scene of melting lava gushing forth!