A pair of fair, slender hands seemed destined to turn into ugly, charred chunks of flesh beneath the searing fireball's intense heat the next second.
However, a faint golden light flashed across the palms. Then they suddenly clamped down, crushing the thousand-degree fireball into pieces by force.
The shattered fragments of flame in the palm suddenly expanded in midair, swelling thousands of times in an instant as powerful flames engulfed everything around and within them.
Yet the flames, which clearly still seemed poised to spread outward, had not even expanded two meters before suddenly contracting.
The entire burst of flame collapsed directly toward the center, ultimately returning to its starting point—the small, fair palm.
The flames vanished completely, leaving behind only a wisp of smoke in the air.
The owner of that palm, Leo, continued walking out with steady footsteps, not slowing down in the slightest.
He crooked a finger, and the Silver Medal Assassin who had already fled into the nearby stairwell was forcibly dragged back out, struggling all the way.
Watching Leo draw closer, the assassin raised the small tachi in his hand and hacked straight at Leo's head.
Before the blade could fully descend, the incredibly hard refined-steel blade suddenly bent, like a swift swimming snake, and instantly coiled back along his wrist.
The tough blade grew thinner and longer, eventually transforming into countless fine metal wires that tightly bound his entire body.
The slightest movement made him feel the excruciating pain of the metal wires cutting into his flesh.
The tiny metal wires had even sliced his skin with numerous cuts, and fresh blood was faintly seeping out.
Leo's actions left Chen Haoran standing nearby stunned. The Silver Medal Assassin who had originally been in his grasp immediately slipped into the building's stairwell.
Seeing Chen Haoran's