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25: Chapter 25 Assault (2) 25: Chapter 25 Assault (2) Ancient Martial Artists!

These thirty-odd people were all Ancient Martial Arts Experts with profound Inner Breath!

“Heh, they really think highly of me, Duan Tang.” The warm smile vanished from Duan Tang’s face, replaced by a mocking sneer at the corners of his mouth.

It was clear that today’s battle would be fierce; even with impressive abilities, he and Ruan Hao would have a hard time fending off so many.

The black-clad figures opposite them didn’t speak; they seemed like lifeless machines.

Once they locked onto their target, their auras drastically changed, and they attacked Duan Tang and Ruan Hao with ruthless and vicious methods.

Inside the car, An Yiqing’s eyes narrowed at the sight.

These people were clearly under the control of some drug, not ordinary assassins.

And their Martial Skills…

there was something bizarre about them…

As she was pondering, the fight between the black-clad figures and Duan Tang and Ruan Hao had already escalated quickly.

Although Duan Tang appeared as graceful and dashing as a noble young master, when he took action, his moves were relentlessly cruel.

Clad in white amidst the dense night, he seemed to be brushed with a layer of radiance, his figure a blend of ink and painting.

Ruan Hao, while not as skilled as Duan Tang, was also savage, aiming straight for his opponents’ vital points with every move.

An Yiqing’s pupils constricted.

She hadn’t sensed that Duan Tang was an Ancient Martial Artist!

This meant one of two possibilities: first, Duan Tang’s Inner Breath was far superior to hers; second, he possessed an object that could conceal his Inner Breath.

But now was clearly not the time to reflect deeply on this.

She looked at the situation before her: although Duan Tang and Ruan Hao were exceptional, their more than thirty opponents were vast in number.

If the fight dragged on, the three of them would certainly suffer severe injuries!

During these thoughts, An Yiqing swiftly opened the door and got out of the car.

Hearing the sound of the door, Duan Tang’s fierce eyebrows furrowed.

He turned his head, about to speak, when he saw An Yiqing’s aura change the moment she got out, her whole body exuding icy fierceness.

Her fingers turned into claws as she attacked the nearest black-clad figure, targeting vulnerable areas like the wrist, elbow, armpit, and inner knee with ruthless efficiency.

When Duan Tang felt An Yiqing’s aura, his pupils dilated in shock—she was actually an Ancient Martial Artist!

Distracted by his brief surprise, Duan Tang was struck in the shoulder by a black-clad figure.

Staggering and losing his advantage, the attacker’s hooked fingers went straight for Duan Tang’s throat.

Engulfed in his own fight with the black-clad men, Ruan Hao saw Duan Tang’s situation and felt his eyes about to pop with rage but couldn’t break free.

As the fierce palm strike headed straight for him, Duan Tang knew it was too late to completely dodge.

Just as he was about to settle for a mutual takedown, a delicate, jade-like hand reached out from the side and grabbed the attacker’s wrist.

With a “crack”, the wrist was twisted back at a gruesome angle.

“Family Head Duan, you owe me another favor.

Don’t forget to repay it.”
While fighting off her attackers, An Yiqing didn’t forget to remind Duan Tang.

Huh, she had no intention of making a bad deal.

A twitch pulled at the corner of Duan Tang’s mouth, and he let out a wry smile.

This time, it was his carelessness; not only had he failed to protect her, but she had also saved his life.

Even though An Yiqing, Duan Tang, and Ruan Hao were skilled, their thirty-plus opponents were all Ancient Martial Arts Experts with deep Inner Breath, and they seemed tireless.

Unless they were completely dead, even if wounded, they would still get up without any sense of pain and continue their attack.

As time ticked by, the trio’s stamina began to wane, and they all sustained various injuries.

This relentless battle was excessively draining, and even with An Yiqing and Duan Tang’s impressive skills, they were starting to struggle.

An Yiqing worked hard to fend off the attacks of four or five black-clad figures, but a moment of fatigue caused her to be knocked to the ground.

She inwardly chuckled bitterly—apparently, her skills were not up to par.

If she managed to get out alive today, she would still be riddled with injuries.

Unable to get up, An Yiqing braced for the violent blows raining down from above, when suddenly a screeching sound of braking pierced the air.

Then she faintly saw a dark figure speeding toward her with incredible velocity!

So fast!

An Yiqing was shocked; she had never seen such speed, not even from her master!

Before she could regain her composure, she saw a pair of strong, slender hands appear swiftly, firmly grasping the arms of the man attacking her.

As a surge of murderous aura rose, with a powerful tug, the black-clad man was gruesomely torn in two!

In the dense night, the man, standing amidst a puddle of crimson blood, exuded a chilling murderous presence, demonic and monstrous!

An Yiqing didn’t dwell on the excessively bloody scene before her.

She stared blankly at the cold, domineering man who had suddenly appeared.

It was actually Gu Yelin!