This Assassin is a Bit Weak

The two men in black stared fixedly at Lu Chong under the moonlight, then swept their gazes around with extreme vigilance.

"Rest assured, no one will interfere; I am the only one here."

Lu Chong knew what they were looking for—they were simply afraid that the military camp had dispatched experts to protect him.

"It's you!" The leader in black snapped back to his senses, staring daggers at Lu Chong.

"How did you know about us, and how did you find our hiding spot?" the second man in black immediately demanded.

Lu Chong did not respond, instead asking with curiosity, "It seems you really do know me, and you even want me dead."

"Since I've delivered myself to your doorstep, tell me, why are you looking for me?"

The two men in black exchanged a glance; instead of answering Lu Chong's question, they tacitly drew the long blades hanging at their sides.

"Since you've come out yourself, it just saves our brothers the trouble."

Before the words had even faded, the leader in black pointed his blade forward and lunged toward Lu Chong, covering ten feet with every stride.

The second man in black remained behind, silently holding his blade to guard the area, preventing Lu Chong from escaping while keeping a lookout for any potential reinforcements.

Facing the leader's murderous blade, Lu Chong simply let his hands hang at his sides, standing motionless as if he had been frightened out of his wits.

"Die!"

The leader in black spat out the cold word, leaped into the air, and swung his long blade in a diagonal slash. It cut through the night sky like a bolt of lightning, descending toward the top of Lu Chong's head.

It was not until the blade was three inches from his head—the moment the two men in black thought Lu Chong was as good as dead—that he finally moved.

Within three inches, the universe is in the palm.

The military's Three-Inch Palm erupted from Lu Chong's hand at the very last second.

The man in black didn't even have time to see when Lu Chong had raised his hand, or why it had suddenly appeared before his own chest.

His technique had already reached its limit, and he had no time to change his move to counter.

This single palm strike was faster than his blade, landing effortlessly on the leader's chest.

Bang! Crack!

The leader in black flew backward upon impact, spraying a large mist of blood in mid-air as his entire left chest caved in.

He could no longer hold his lethal blade, and by the time his body hit the ground, the light in his eyes had already faded.

When the second man in black finally reacted and rushed over to lift his leader up, he was horrified to find that the man was already breathing his last.

It wasn't just the second man in black; even Lu Chong himself was somewhat surprised.

"My apologies, I really didn't expect him to be this weak. I had intended to keep him alive," Lu Chong said with cold indifference.

He was a Martial Artist Second Stage assassin, after all, and his blade had been so fierce; who could have guessed he was such a paper tiger, unable to withstand even a single Human-Grade Mid-Tier Three-Inch Palm?

The second man in black watched his leader draw his final breath and glared at Lu Chong, who was speaking so flippantly, cursing inwardly, "Who the hell said this kid was a Martial Disciple..."

"Kid, we'll count this as our loss today. I will come back to settle this debt."

After delivering this threat, the second man in black abandoned his leader's corpse and turned to run.

What a joke; he wasn't an idiot. How could he still treat Lu Chong as an ordinary Martial Disciple student now?

What kind of student could be this ferocious, killing a Martial Artist in one move? He was clearly no match for him.

Lu Chong, having just calmed his complex emotions from killing for the first time, watched as the other assassin turned and fled.

What kind of competitors were these? Were they not professional at all?

Lu Chong composed himself and hurriedly activated Gale Step, bursting forth with speed far superior to his opponent's to give chase.

"Your leader is already dead, why are you still chasing me?" The second man in black sensed Lu Chong catching up and roared in terror.

Lu Chong comforted him as he ran, "Don't worry, I'll show mercy this time. I won't kill you."

"Liar!" the assassin cursed, shamelessly pulling a handgun from his coat and firing several shots behind him.

However, in front of the current Lu Chong, a standard handgun of this caliber posed no threat at all.

He could even predict the trajectory of the bullets, dodging them directly or tanking them with his Golden Cicada Robe.

Leaping twenty feet in a single bound, Lu Chong kicked the second man in black in the back while in mid-air, sending him face-planting into the dirt.

This kick was merely a Human-Grade Low-Tier Heart-Piercing Kick; Lu Chong was mainly worried about killing him by accident.

He usually sparred with the soldiers by holding back his strength, suppressing his cultivation and power to match theirs.

He truly hadn't expected to be this fierce when unleashing his full power.

Even less did he expect a proper assassin to be this frail.

By the time the second man in black scrambled to his feet, Lu Chong had already reached his side, kicked away his long blade, and delivered a heavy palm strike to the back of his head, knocking the assassin unconscious.

"I'm so disappointed; I didn't even get a chance to use an Earth-Rank Martial Skill," Lu Chong sighed to himself.

He had thought he'd found two good opponents, but it turned out they were useless.

At this moment, a burly figure dropped from the tree above—it was Principal Fang, who had been hiding in the shadows all along.

"Your instincts were right, kid. Someone really did want to assassinate you during the special training," Principal Fang remarked with a click of his tongue.

Lu Chong said sheepishly, "You know, I've been cultivating Principal Wei's Golden Cicada Robe, so my senses are quite sharp."

In truth, the sensory boost from the Golden Cicada Robe wasn't actually that acute; otherwise, Lu Chong would have noticed long ago.

It was only after his Golden Cicada Robe evolved into the Golden Bell Shield and he reached the Microscopic stage that he began to feel someone watching him upon entering the Wilderness.

The sensory sensitivity granted by the Golden Bell Shield was several times greater than that of the Golden Cicada Robe.

Being glared at maliciously from the shadows would make anyone uncomfortable.

Thus, Lu Chong had secretly informed Principal Fang and asked him to take him deep into the Wilderness tonight to track down the enemy.

Given Principal Fang's cultivation level, finding the hiding spot of these two based on mere traces was not particularly difficult.

Once it was confirmed that the intruders were indeed assassins, Lu Chong went with the flow, having Principal Fang hide in the shadows to provide backup while giving himself a chance to face the assassins alone.

He was already quite adept at slaying Exotic Beasts and felt no psychological burden doing so.

However, he had never encountered an enemy who was also a human, and this was a perfect opportunity.

Principal Fang had agreed to Lu Chong's request.

Yet, neither of them expected that the intruder, a dignified Martial Artist Second Stage, would be so fragile, unable to survive even a single move from Lu Chong.

Lu Chong had originally intended to keep one alive, but he hadn't expected to kill one with a single palm strike.

"When facing enemies harboring such malicious intent, there is no need for mercy, nor any need for psychological burden."

Seeing Lu Chong lost in thought, Principal Fang assumed he was struggling to adapt to killing a person for the first time and continued to persuade him, "Killing is just that simple. As long as you are killing those who deserve to die, it is no different from killing an Exotic Beast."

At that moment, Lu Chong sensed a dense aura of slaughter emanating from the Old Principal.

There was no need to guess; the Old Principal must have experienced blood and fire, having killed many people in his time.

However, thinking about it now, Lu Chong didn't feel any discomfort at all.

"Remember, sometimes the human heart is more terrifying than an Exotic Beast." Principal Fang sighed, then looked toward the black-clad second-in-command who had been knocked unconscious.

To dare attempt an assassination of his student right under his nose—did they really think the tiger wouldn't show its claws?

This matter was grave; Principal Fang dared not imagine the consequences had these two actually succeeded.