Ji Qinglin had made himself perfectly clear. Today was not a sparring match between sects—there were only killers and prey.
Chen Sun frowned slightly at those words, thinking that this guy seemed more like an assassin than he did.
The elders withdrew to the surrounding area. Lei Qiuyun did not want her teacher to be put in danger, but Ji Qinglin had already built the atmosphere up to this point, and she could not openly object. She could only stand nearby, ready to respond at any moment.
All the factory lights had been switched on, illuminating the entire space as brightly as day.
When they saw Chen Sun's signature blood red Mechanical Arm and its sharp fingertips, someone quickly recognized him.
"'Heart-Snatching Hand' Chen Sun! He came too!"
"That freak who kills and robs people, with ripping out hearts as his signature method? Damn, I thought he was just some minor attendant!"
Hearing the introductions from the crowd, the Xin Dong Street elders and members standing at varying heights around them were all intrigued.
Unlike righteous experts, assassins were not ranked by battle records, but by the number of people they killed and their ability. Of course, unusual killing methods were even more recognizable.
In this regard, Chen Sun could be considered a small banner of his own. He had fused Inner Strength techniques with Mechanical Prosthetics, creating the one-of-a-kind Heart-Snatching style.
Only a capable opponent could let everyone see Elder Ji Qinglin's true strength. This looked like it would be an exciting fight.
Chen Sun shook both arms, lowered himself into a crouch, gathered strength beneath his feet, and poised himself to strike. Ji Qinglin, meanwhile, assumed no stance at all, making it impossible to tell what school he belonged to.
Smack—whoosh—
Unable to find an opening, Chen Sun