Reversal

The old man did not falter in the slightest. Now that he was in a desperate situation, he knew that if he didn't fight, he would die, so how could he retreat?

"Kill!!!"

The old man roared as he charged toward the assassins. In an instant, the two sides clashed, their fists whipping up gusts of wind.

The old man was truly a seasoned veteran of the martial world. Relying on his superior martial cultivation, he rampaged through the crowd, baring his fangs and brandishing his claws with a ferocious, murderous aura. Every strike was heavy and powerful, sworn to kill an opponent with a single blow.

Before long, one man left an opening and was struck by a punch. He flew backward, the better part of his chest shattered, and after two final twitches, he went still.

Seeing this, the others were shocked. They abandoned their tactic of overwhelming him with brute force and switched to kiting him. They refused to engage head-on, retreating when he advanced and advancing when he retreated, constantly draining his stamina.

This tactic quickly yielded miraculous results. The old man, who had been acting like a madman, gradually ran out of steam. His movements slowed significantly, his punching power plummeted, and his body became covered in bloody gashes.

The old man wanted to catch his breath, but every time he showed signs of stopping, he was met with even more violent attacks. Driven into a corner, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and keep fighting.

Just like that, he grew increasingly exhausted, and the blood staining his body grew ever thicker.

Against eight Dark Force martial artists, he might not have been in such a miserable state had he been in his prime, but that punch from Chen Han had truly dealt him a heavy blow.

Finally, after nearly half an hour, he knelt on the ground, head tilted toward the sky, his face etched with unwillingness. As his pupils gradually dilated, he was literally exhausted to death.

Shing!

With the sound of a blade, Qing Xue decapitated the old man, and a spray of blood erupted.

"Finally... dead..."

"This old thing really had some tricks up his sleeve. We underestimated him..."

The eight Heroic Assassins were also exhausted, collapsing to the ground and gasping for air.

Several of them had sustained significant injuries and lacked even the strength to stand, a sight that made Chen Han marvel at how terrifying the old man's final struggle had truly been.

Chen Han jumped down from the "observation deck," and Qing Xue immediately walked toward him with a smile, her smooth, long legs moving gracefully. She beamed with a flirtatious, enchanting allure that made the other assassins green with envy.

If a woman as charming as Qing Xue were to treat them like that, they would be grinning from ear to ear.

"My dear nephew, you've really suffered. To think you'd go to such lengths to save your aunt. Tell you what, I'll grant you one request. Whatever you want, I'll—"

Chen Han's gaze suddenly sharpened. He stepped forward, raised his fist, and with veins bulging on his hand, he slammed it directly into the center of the woman's chest as she approached him!

The strike was heavy and powerful; Chen Han had used twelve percent of his strength.

Caught completely off guard, Qing Xue was struck by the punch and flew backward like a cannonball, slamming into the stone wall and vomiting blood uncontrollably.

This action left the seven Heroic Assassins stunned. They looked at one another, their eyes filled with shock.

Qing Xue could never have imagined that Chen Han would suddenly turn on her. What was this boy thinking? First, he secretly tipped her off, and now he was attacking her.

Could that old man have told him about the poison he planted in him?

No, if that were the case, why would he risk his life to tip her off and save her?

She was a clever woman, and as her thoughts raced, she soon felt a tremor run through her body. She realized the implication and was struck with immense shock.

That was right: mutual destruction, with the oriole waiting behind.

From the very beginning, this boy knew that not only she but also the old man intended to harm him. Yet, he couldn't run, because there was still Wu Duan—who could uncover his identity at any moment, along with the poison she had planted.

If he didn't resolve both of these threats early, they could both cost him his life.

Therefore, he lurked among them, assassinated Wu Duan, and stirred up trouble, driving both sides into a state of mutual destruction so he could reap the rewards.

The facts had unfolded exactly as planned. Now, she had taken a direct hit from Chen Han and had no strength left to resist, and the seven Heroic Assassins, whom the Black Market had paid a fortune to hire, had exhausted most of their combat power in the grueling battle against the old man.

At this moment, Chen Han, a Transformation Force martial artist at his peak, had become the strongest person present.

Qing Xue's assessment was correct. This had been Chen Han's plan from the start, but while it sounded easy, executing it had been incredibly difficult.

Every step was interlinked; if even one person had sensed something was wrong, he might have already been a corpse.

Qing Xue, the old man, and even Wu Duan—every step had been fraught with extreme danger.

"Fine then. Everyone wants me dead, do they? Then I'll just have to kill all of you first."

Whether it was the old man or Qing Xue, they all wanted to harm him. Chen Han had never intended to cooperate with anyone; from beginning to end, his goal was to kill them all!

Chen Han's lips were pressed tight, his gaze cold and murderous as he slowly walked toward them, exuding an oppressive aura that commanded fear without a word.

"Little brother, we're just poor souls taking money to solve problems for others. Besides, we never intended to harm you from the start. This woman has nothing to do with us. Please, do as you wish; we'll be leaving now."

"That's right, that's right! We have no grudges, let's just part ways peacefully..."

Whether one's life was more important than silver was clear at a glance.

The group was in a weakened state, and as mere Dark Force martial artists, they naturally dared not confront Chen Han, a Transformation Force martial artist at full strength. They would avoid him if they could.

But just as they were about to leave, they discovered that the cave entrance they had come through had been blocked by a massive boulder at some point, and there was no way to move it in the short term.

"Today, you will all die here."

These Black Market Heroic Assassins had witnessed the entire process and knew too much; he could not leave any survivors.

Chen Han's voice was not loud, but it reached their ears like the whisper of a demon.

They did not know everything Chen Han had done, but judging by the group's conversation and reactions just now, this man seemed to have outplayed both of the old foxes of the martial world.

Especially that punch just now; if a woman as charming as Qing Xue had thrown herself at them, they would have likely fallen into her trap long ago.

Who would ever be like this young man, sending a beauty flying with a single punch?

Although the hidden circumstances remained unknown, it was clear that this young man was no mediocre talent.

If he claimed he would kill them, he might truly be capable of doing so.

Thinking of this, the gazes of the few men turned gloomy as they stared fixedly at Chen Han.

At this moment, Qing Xue did not fear but instead laughed, a smirk curling her lips as she looked at Chen Han with nothing but disdain.

"My dear nephew, you are being far too presumptuous."

As she spoke, she produced a packet of medicine, struck a match to create a small flame, and set it alight.

"Do you know that you still have the Gu I planted inside your stomach?"

Gu?

"Damn it, you little brat, you actually wanted to kill your elders."

"Kid, didn't expect this trick, did you? I'm going to skin you alive in a moment."

Hearing this, the Heroic Assassins breathed a sigh of relief, hurling cold taunts and various insults at Chen Han; some were even preparing how they would torture this arrogant boy.

Having been startled by this young punk just moments ago, they were all harboring a ball of rage in their hearts.

That was right, there was indeed a Gu insect planted by Qing Xue inside Chen Han's stomach, but at this moment, he was completely unfazed.

Smoke billowed, shrouding the entire cavern within a dozen breaths.

Yet Chen Han remained standing in place, watching the group with cold eyes, showing not the slightest sign of discomfort.

"How is this possible..."

Qing Xue's face was filled with disbelief. In her imagination, the man before her should be writhing on the ground in agony, eventually dying in pain as the Gu insect tore through his heart to emerge.

Yet now, how could he still look so calm and collected?

That was right; it was precisely this matter that Chen Han had sought Wang Yue to resolve earlier that night.

Wang Yue was well-versed in the ways of the Black Market and all walks of life. Although the Gu master he found lacked the skill to remove the Gu insect from Chen Han's stomach in such a short time, he was able to temporarily suppress it, forcing it into a deep slumber.

Thus, the current situation had come to pass.