After tossing out those words, Tang San planned to leave. However, the old man from Assassin Village behind him smiled and waved his hand, and a weapon resembling a scythe instantly appeared in his grip.
Looking at Tang San, who was about to leave, he hooked the blade toward him without the slightest hesitation. Just as Tang San was leaving, he felt a chill strike from behind and instinctively bent down to dodge the blow.
But after feeling a stabbing pain in his back, he slowly turned around, his face pale.
Looking at the old man slowly approaching him, he pleaded:
"Please, I'm begging you. I really am nobody. There's no need to keep hounding me, is there? There's neither grievance nor hatred between us. Please let me go!"
Hearing this, the old man's face broke into a slight smile. Looking at the young fellow before him, he shook his head, walked up, patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly:
"In our Assassin Village, almost everyone who comes here and catches my eye is a first-rate expert, so don't lose heart. Let me train you properly! Once you truly become a cold-blooded, merciless weapon, perhaps you'll thank me for today. Come on, let me cut off your hand first and fit you with a prosthetic!"
After tossing out those words, the old man swung his scythe and slashed at him again, making Tang San's face turn deathly pale as he stumbled back several steps!
He immediately swept his hand, and Soul Power appeared in his grasp, followed by the Clear Sky Hammer. Looking at the old bastard before him, he struck toward the sky. Instantly, bolts of Thunder fell like raindrops.
Seeing this, the scythe-wielding old man showed a hint of surprise in his eyes. He clicked his tongue