Joy of Life - Volume 2 - Chapter 89

Chapter 89: The Case of the Young Killer on Niulan Street

With the exception of Teng Zijing, Fan Xian’s guards were rank 5 in terms of skill. Facing this assault, they did not panic and drew their blades. Several flashes of silver light later, most of the arrows had been knocked down. The attackers were few, but due to the close range, the guards weren’t able defend themselves completely. The three of them were eventually hit in the leg and collapsed to the ground.

It was at this moment they saw a pair of terrifyingly massive hands crash down upon their heads!

Two women surrounded him. They were dressed in all black, their swords also painted black to avoid reflecting any light—they were obviously seasoned assassins. Fan Xian knew clearly that, since they weren’t covering their faces, it meant they were here to eliminate all their targets.

Fan Xian never learned how to fight, having only trained his body under Wu Zhu for the past ten years. All the dodges he performed were out of reflex. Despite the swords striking with the flexibility of snakes and elusiveness of smoke, they were far inferior to Wu Zhu’s wooden staff in both speed and accuracy. Time after time, Fan Xian managed to evade by the skin of his teeth.

The two female assassins, with their pale white faces, discovered that their hits weren’t landing despite Fan Xian’s seemingly pathetic movements!
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Three of the four guards who came out with Fan Xian today had been killed; he was the last one, also paralyzed by the poison. Only now did Fan Xian discover that last guard was Teng Zijing. His chest tightened as he wanted to rush over to help. Unfortunately, the two female assassins were relentless in their attacks, completely trapping Fan Xian.

Fan Xian was overjoyed at first, but what happened next stunned him.

Seeing he was in a bad situation, Teng Zijing kicked against the brute’s chest with the tip of his feet, ready to jump over a nearby wall. Among Fan Xian’s guards, Teng Zjing was the leader, even though his martial art abilities were the weakest, and this was due to him being the most clear-headed of them all.
The brute only grinned and threw a punch

. At this instant, Teng Zijing felt the poison taking over his body. Since his body had gone limp, he was unable to avoid the giant fist. There was a crackling sound, followed by Teng Zijing’s scream. His left leg was broken by the punch. Lying on the ground, blood came gushing out of his pant leg.

Taking advantage of this moment, Fan Xian gripped his hands together and released two puffs of pink smoke directly into the faces of the two female assassins.

With two cracks, the female assassins had their windpipes crushed. Frothing blood at their mouths, they collapsed to the ground.

Fan Xian was exceptionally calm. This calm came from the experience of having lived a previous life, and also from Fei Jie and Wu Zhu’s tutelage. Right now, he wasn’t at all thinking about why Uncle Wu Zhu hadn’t done anything. He knew this was his most dangerous trial after coming to the capital; if he couldn’t make it past this, it would only prove that he didn’t deserve his second life in this world.

There was a muffled sound of explosion as shockwaves made the surrounding trees shake. Leaves fell.

Blood trickled down the corner of his lips, but he only grunted and didn’t lose his composure. His left hand had already found the key to dealing a killing blow.

A gust of wind came blowing in, gentling swirling around Fan Xian’s body. As if carrying a strange power, it blew against Fan Xian’s body. While only a weak breeze, it was quite annoying, enough to disrupt Fan Xian’s next course of action.

Fan Xian gazed past the brute’s massive frame. At the mouth of the alleyway was the blurry figure of a person. That person was wearing a conical hat of bamboo.

"Hmph." Fan Xian only exclaimed coldly. He knew this was the greatest dilemma he had faced since his rebirth. His right arm started to tremble, but deep inside his heart he was screaming "Screw you!"

Suddenly, if just for an instant, Fan Xian felt the illusion that his right arm was made of iron.

Countless currents of broken zhenqi arose around the two, turning the leaves in the air to dust.

But this brute turned out to be surprisingly resilient. Despite receiving such a heavy blow, he stood unmoved, crashing his hand mercilessly down onto Fan Xian’s right shoulder and turning it into a bloody mess.

He then pulled down with all his strength.

Unable to believe what his own eyes showed him, the brute looked at Fan Xian one last time before crashing down backwards like a felled tree.

Panting hard, Fan Xian remained standing with great difficulty, staring at that shadow in the bamboo hat.