Tien Shinhan's appearance could hardly be called impressive. It was downright shabby: a gaunt face, a scrawny body, and an utterly mismatched outfit and hairstyle. He looked frail and skin-and-bones, yet this very man was actually one of the world's foremost experts.
Therefore, even Mu Yang did not dare underestimate Tien Shinhan in the slightest.
"Tien Shinhan's Battle Power is currently around 135. He is not much weaker than Master Roshi, and because he has killed people for years, he possesses incredibly extensive experience in how to kill someone."
This was an extremely troublesome opponent. Countless thoughts flashed through Mu Yang's mind in an instant.
Master Roshi might preserve the bearing of a grandmaster out of a martial artist's pride and generally would not kill lightly. But Tien Shinhan was different. Killing was routine for him; it was his job. Studying how to kill someone more precisely might well have been his daily cultivation.
Mu Yang, who knew the original story, knew exactly how vile he was.
After encountering Son Goku, who had climbed Karin Tower, and being defeated by him, Tien Shinhan could immediately cast aside a martial artist's dignity and pride to kneel and beg for mercy. Yet once he thought he had an opening, he would swiftly launch a sneak attack, only to fail and be killed by Son Goku instead.
All signs showed that Tien Shinhan was a thoroughgoing egoist: sinister, despicable, and ruthless, utterly devoid of a martial artist's principles. Yet it was precisely this lack of principles that spared him much unnecessary trouble and gave him more opportunities against his enemies. Perhaps that truly was the basic quality of an assassin.
Hearing Tien Shinhan's icy question, Mu Yang seemed to snap out of it. He slapped his forehead, piled an apologetic smile onto his