CHAPTER 124: CHAPTER 124: EXTERMINATION

Coret paced back and forth irritably.

FU*CK, one day you’ll pay for this!

The repressed anger in his heart was like a balloon about to burst.

Last night, the two waited all night, but Cao Zhenhua never showed up.

He was an orphan raised by the Pantheon since childhood, and to him, the Pantheon was like home. He couldn’t stand those selfish people who were careless with organizational tasks, and it irked him even more that these people were more valued in the organization than he was.

However, no matter how angry he was, he had to endure.

...

Time ticked by second by second until it was time for work, and cars started pouring into the gates of the Third Incident Investigation Bureau.

Yet he never saw a glimpse of Cao Zhenhua.

After ten o’clock, he could no longer hold his patience and headed to the security room.

"Are you looking for Director Cao?"

A young security guard looked at him oddly.

"Yes, I had an appointment with Director Cao today. Brother, do me a favor." Coret handed over a stack of money.

The security guard took it inconspicuously and said, "Didn’t you know Director Cao had an incident yesterday?"

"An incident? What happened to him?" The Southeast Asian’s heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly asked.

"He was killed yesterday, right in this parking lot. But you didn’t hear that from me!"

...

Coret quickly walked towards a black SUV parked by the roadside, his face grim and his heart cold.

Have I been exposed?

No way, I must leave Hedong today.

The Great Xia Country isn’t one of those small nations that the organization can manipulate at will; it’s one of the world’s top powers, with unfathomable depths.

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became. Once he sat in the driver’s seat, he quickly started the car.

The car raced forward.

Over half an hour later, it approached a semi-hill villa area in the suburbs and soon stopped at the gate of a villa. Coret got out to open the iron gate, then drove the vehicle slowly into the villa.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a strange sensation and calmly glanced at the rearview mirror, reaching for the long sword beside him.

He didn’t see anything unusual, but he trusted his instincts for danger.

Once his hand clasped the sword hilt, his eyes sharpened, and he swiftly drew the sword, slashing behind him, splitting the front seat in two.

"Clang!"

Accompanied by a piercing metallic clang.

From the back seat, a silhouette suddenly sprang up.

"Damn, I’ve been tracked."

Coret’s mind was ablaze with rage, and he fiercely slashed at the silhouette, only to be instantly blocked by the other party.

Separated by a mere half-meter, the two clashed intensely in a confined space.

Every sword strike was dangerous, with even a slight negligence potentially leading to life or death.

Sponge fragments flew like exploding flowers, scattering everywhere, as the entire car shook violently.

The two swords clashed madly, creating a nearly continuous sound, shooting out a burst of blinding sparks.

"Boom! Boom!"

The front and back car doors exploded open in succession, and two silhouettes shot out one after another.

Sensing his speed wasn’t as fast, the Southeast Asian in front quickly halted after running ten meters, turning to face him.

A deep bloodstain stretched from his cheekbone to his chin, leaving a massive gash across his mouth, his face streaming with blood, and his expression vicious: "Who the hell are you?"

Chen Shouyi, disguised, wore a cold expression, didn’t speak, and charged swiftly toward him.

Every second counted now; there could very well be another accomplice inside the villa, and facing two would be perilous. He didn’t have time to waste.

A second later, the two clashed again.

Compared to inside the car, the noise this time was much less, only the bright, chilling sword light slashing through the air with a hissing sound. After seven or eight strikes, Chen Shouyi slightly tilted his body, evading the other’s thrust, while his long sword swiped upward like a venomous snake, crackling with lightning speed.

Just then, a tall figure wielding a sword darted out of the villa with a thunderous shout:

"You’re courting death!"

Chen Shouyi swiftly retreated several meters, sheathing his sword to look at the swiftly approaching bald man, standing his ground.

A gentle breeze blew by.

The Southeast Asian in front exploded in a mist of blood, his body tilting as it split in two and slid down to the ground, releasing a strong bloody stench.

"It’s just you now." Chen Shouyi sneered.

The bald man’s speed quickly slowed down, taking deliberate steps towards them, the rage on his face gradually slipping away, replaced by calmness, as he spoke deeply: "So Cao Zhenhua is dead too?"

As soon as he finished, Chen Shouyi’s toe tapped, and the grass exploded into a small crater as his body shot out like a fierce gale: "Go to hell and ask him!"

"Arrogant! You’re still too green!" the bald man snorted coldly, swiftly drawing his long sword to block his thrust.

"Clang!" Chen Shouyi staggered back several steps, his hands tingling from the shock.

His face flushed slightly, his insides somewhat shaken, barely steadying himself as a silhouette swiftly lunged forward.

Sword light slashed at his throat, and Chen Shouyi continued to retreat.

Last night in the memory space, Chen Shouyi had inhabited this formidable body, roughly estimating its power to be three to four times greater than his own, though he hadn’t paid much mind then.

In the past two days, facing several martial artists in combat, he found his agility far exceeded theirs, and no matter the strength, without rapid reflexes, it was merely a target.

But now he realized, when a martial artist possessed such power, it was terrifying; with just one hit, his sword nearly flew out of his hand.

Coupled with even stronger reflexes than the prior adversaries, confronting this man made Chen Shouyi feel pressure for the first time.

After taking several steps back, he quickly stabilized against the fierce offensive, deftly dodging the attacks nimbly, while his long sword flickered like a serpent’s tongue.

The battle between them was of entirely different styles.

One aggressive and brutish, with sweeping arcs, the other elusive and agile, swift as lightning.

Chen Shouyi stepped back slightly, dodging a slash, feeling a sharp pain in his chest as his clothing tore open, leaving a deep bloodstain across his chest.

"Sword Qi, damn! The opponent can use Sword Qi too, but not as frequent as I can."

Furious and alarmed, Chen Shouyi let out a low growl, took advantage of the brief pause in the opponent’s actions, and suddenly lunged forward with a thrust.

"Boom!"

With a Sonic Sword strike shooting out like lightning, the bald man sidestepped, his clothes erupting instantly.

Chen Shouyi stepped forward in a flash, circumvented the man’s side, and once again slashed his long sword towards the man’s throat.

The bald man retreated again.

Chen Shouyi pressed on relentlessly, using his faster reaction speed to force the bald man into continued retreat, quickly approaching the Southeast Asian’s corpse. Yet it seemed as if the man had eyes on his back, stepping over the corpse with a single retreating step.

The ground here had been soaked with blood from the corpse, forming a shallow pool of blood around.

In a flash, an idea came to Chen Shouyi’s mind, and he stomped his foot down.

"Boom!" It was as if an explosive went off, sending blood mixed with dirt splattering everywhere.

The sudden turn of events caught the bald man off guard, the splattering blood and mud made him instinctively blink, momentarily distracted.

"Oh no!"

When he reopened his eyes and lifted his foot to retreat, he saw a blurry sword image rapidly approaching, the wind stinging his eyes.

The next moment, his mind came to a complete halt.

A long sword pierced straight into his forehead, blasting open a hole the size of a baby’s fist.