Making bold claims was meant to cover up one's own weakness.
Flying into a helpless rage was meant to hide one's schemes.
After their brief probing earlier, Le Yu and Bai Yu had already assigned themselves their positions—he was the tank, while Bai Yu was the marksman.
Le Yu had a way to deal with the Bandaged Assassin's Corrosive Hands. Simply put, he could tough it out. After all, he couldn't feel pain. At worst, he would ruin Qin Leyin's handsome face. But if an ordinary person were touched by the Bandaged Assassin, the nerve-burning caused by the hands' water absorption and dehydration alone would be enough to make them wish they were dead.
Bai Yu's combat system was equally unusual. He had clearly once worn the Heart of Nayser and fought his way forward in his youth. He had trained both Ethereal Combat Arts and Qi Harmony Combat Arts to the Proficient Realm, allowing him to retain formidable fighting ability even in darkness.
The revolver he carried fired multiple bullets at short range, which showed that he was accustomed to fighting indoors. Generally speaking, most marksmen preferred to kill their enemies from more than ten paces away. Taken to its extreme, that became Flying Flower Combat Arts—one shot killing an enemy a thousand meters away, beyond the shooter's line of sight. For marksmen, vast outdoor areas without obstructions were their true domain.
But with the assistance of Qi Harmony Combat Arts, Bai Yu not only possessed a short-range stunning technique—sound waves—but could also determine an enemy's location by listening to their movements. Even in complex indoor terrain, he could find his enemies as though he had activated x-ray vision. Even in darkness, he could avoid Le Yu and accurately hit the Bandaged Assassin, as though friendly fire had been