Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

The assassin's purpose is to kill, and they take this as their profession. A hoodlum at most engages in fights and brawls, relying on numbers to intimidate others.

In the eyes of an assassin, hoodlums are of an inferior rank. The only thing they care about is—killing! To complete the task with the fastest speed, using the simplest means.

The goal of it all is to make the target dead!

Today is Fang Yu's day to die!

Five daggers reflecting the cold gleam formed a line of light in the air.

Five people blocked five directions, nearly cutting off all possible escape routes for Fang Yu.

Clearly, they were determined to strike to kill with one hit!

Hum—

In the blink of an eye, Fang Yu vibrated the iron rod in his hand, making a humming noise. Where hand met iron, a faint glint of light appeared and vanished in an instant. The iron rod seemed to come alive, continuously buzzing.

Bang!

Fang Yu swung the iron rod in his hand, making a ninety-degree attack towards the back.

Suddenly, three assassins were forced to retreat in succession.

Seeing the other two assassins about to act.

Hum—

The sound of the rod vibrating grew even more intense, with occasional flashes of red light appearing in the palm, hard to notice if one wasn't paying close attention.

Right in front, Tian Lang's gaze was cold, his dagger reaching the front of Fang Yu.

Bang!

Fang Yu swung forward at ninety degrees.

Two people were repelled!

For a moment, the great force numbed all the assassins' arms. A piercing pain hit them, and some couldn't control themselves, even dropping their daggers on the ground.

"Come again!"

Tian Lang, standing before Fang Yu, spoke with an ice-cold voice and was not convinced.

On this command, the assassins behind Fang Yu had no choice but to pick up their daggers again, glaring at Fang Yu.

The whole parking lot was filled with a deadly tension, making even breathing difficult.

The small-time hoodlums who initially attacked Fang Yu watched agape from a distance, not daring to come closer.

"Oh? Not bad moves." Fang Yu narrowed his eyes, holding the iron rod, and said with a faint smile, "It's just too weak."

"Kill!"

The experienced Killer Tian Lang paid no attention to Fang Yu's provocation, and ordered the other four assassins.

Instantly, five people rushed forward, their figures lightning-fast charging towards Fang Yu.

Five daggers, just like before, simultaneously blossomed into dazzling flowers of death, coming from all directions.

Clearly, they were well-trained assassins.

After being repelled once by Fang Yu, they quickly regathered their spirits to regroup. At the same time, they maintained an even higher level of attack.

Their knife-wielding techniques and attack routes were the result of countless coordinated efforts to reach this level of understanding.

Therefore, although Fang Yu's attitude was nonchalant, the praise was indeed sincere.

Bang!

Fang Yu once again raised the mottled iron rod in his hand, directly blocking. He swept around.

Gorgeous moves emerged.

Like a wall, the five assassins were shocked to find they could not break through Fang Yu's defense, and they even gave him a chance to counterattack.

Bang Bang Bang!

Three violent collisions in a row.

Three people were sent flying backward.

Immediately after, Fang Yu turned and stepped, wrist twisting.

The iron rod turned to another direction.

Phew!

The iron rod jabbed straight into the chest of an assassin, blood oozing, staining the iron rod.

This assassin was stunned as he flew backward, rolling far on the ground, losing consciousness.

Another assassin was also knocked back repeatedly by the remaining force.

At this moment, the three assassins behind got a chance to catch their breath and charged again.

Fang Yu quickly dodged, avoiding the attack of the three men. However, at this moment, Tian Lang cut to Fang Yu's back at a strange angle under the cover of these three.

Fang Yu was trapped for an instant.

"Martial Arts First Layer? Heh, interesting," Fang Yu was surprised, but he spoke with disdain.

Just as Tian Lang was about to strike Fang Yu, he somehow managed to spin in midair, crashing into the attack like a specter.

"Not bad, indeed it is the Martial Arts First Layer... It's too late for regrets!" Tian Lang bared his teeth.

Thinking about mutual destruction? No way!

Tian Lang felt pitiful towards this tactic; having been walking on the knife-edge for years, he knew his enemies' every move very clearly. Through countless missions, he had learned how to preserve himself, including dealing with all kinds of suicidal opponents!

With a sneer at the corner of his mouth, Tian Lang started to go all out.

Even if Fang Yu was strong, they outnumbered him. If just one assassin found an opportunity, even a fleeting one, it would be enough for them.

However, Tian Lang had no idea that the sneer on his lips had completely infuriated Fang Yu.

"Yes, it's too late for regrets," said Fang Yu as well.

On the battlefield, he was hailed as the Killing God.

In the world of mercenaries, he was regarded as the devil.

Everyone who knew him dared not belittle him. Even if he just farted, nobody dared comment, and they had to keep a straight face and say, "This fart smells good!"

Facing such an attack, Fang Yu knew he could handle these people.

For eight years, he had never felt as exhilarated as today, every day living like in Hell... Wasn't all his hard work over the eight years for today?

At this moment, Fang Yu was truly enraged.

This was the anger accumulated over eight years, the rage for revenge.

Fang Yu's anger made the usually confident assassin Tian Lang's heart tremor, and for a moment, the calm man shook. This was the first time such panic had occurred since he started his assassination missions, something that had never happened even during the most difficult tasks abroad.

"How is this possible?" Tian Lang's eyes sharpened, and he vaguely saw a flash of golden light.

A person of Martial Arts?

Impossible! Didn't Xiao He say he was not a martial artist?

Was the information wrong?

Under Fang Yu's burst of golden light, he panicked.

A momentary shock filled his heart.

Fang Yu paused, his face as calm as a placid pool.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

The assassins closed in!

Fang Yu's expression stiffened, he swung his iron stick, and coldly said, "Seeking death!"

Bang!

The iron stick swept horizontally, and under Fang Yu's immense power, pushed three people back!

In the careless turn of that moment, a metal accessory hanging from Fang Yu's chest hung loosely in the air.

It looked like a delicate flower.

A small black flower!

A Mandala petal!

One made of metal!

Seeing this small flower, Tian Lang, the leader, was also stunned for a moment.

"Do you recognize this flower?"

"You're asking me?" Tian Lang sneered coldly.

"Tell me, who told you about this flower? Your eyes show that you care a lot about this flower, even very aware of its meaning!"

But over the years, the true meaning of this flower was known only to a few, most of whom are already dead. To outsiders, it was just a petal of a flower, with its significance known to very few.

All of a sudden, Fang Yu thought of Ji Qiubai.

In Jiangzhou, he only had a few brothers. Ye Fei had died, and the other brothers had also died, only Ji Qiubai was left.

If it was really what he said. Then why?

Ji Qiubai, a brother from the past, was he also kicking a man when he was down?

In fact, back then, Fang Yu only told Ji Qiubai that it was his weapon... but he had never told anyone else the true origin of the Mandala petals—the Lu Family.

He had always been reluctant to reveal his connection to the Lu Family... The reason was simple, he did not want any entanglement with the Lu Family... But this weapon, he had been using it all along, it was his signature weapon!

Unexpectedly, Ji Qiubai had actually betrayed his trump card to others!

At this thought, the immense killing intent lurking within him released. Under the faint light, it seemed to spread a sinister atmosphere.

At this moment—

Fang Yu made his move to kill!