CHAPTER 137: CHAPTER 138: NIGHT ASSASSINATION! (3000 WORDS!)

Lu Ren felt a surge of emotion; no wonder those who read too many books and gaze at the skies only see the beauty of humanity, missing its darker side—it’s all an illusion.

Even Chen Daoli of the Taoist Sect of Beidou Imperial Domain looked at Lu Ren with a complex gaze, somewhat doubting whether he was living in a fantasy world. After training in Fist Technique for over thirty years, he feared it all had been for nothing. His opponent had been in the Martial Path for merely three years, yet had traversed the path that ordinary Martial Arts Family members would take three to four decades to complete.

Simply a monster!

Damn Phoenix Falcon Fist!!!

Lu Ren withdrew his gaze just as he was about to leave, seeing Zhang Li leaning against the doorway, looking at him with a hint of fatigue and an expression that shattered her worldview.

This woman, always encountered in a tired state, makes one wonder if work pressure is really that great.

So why is he so relaxed?

After a long while, Zhang Li, with the demeanor of someone living in a dream world, began to ask.

"Have your wounds healed?"

"Yes, feeling great!"

"How will you choose?"

"I’ll handle it myself."

As Lu Ren uttered these words, his eyes narrowed, revealing a dangerous look.

Seeing this, Zhang Li didn’t say much; even if someone challenged her, her temperament would dictate doing the same as Lu Ren, for inner peace.

"Alright, complete it within three days. You have a task."

Finally, a task!

Lu Ren let out a long sigh of relief. Honestly, eating at the Security Department, living there, using their resources—even though he had a thick skin, he felt a bit uncomfortable; idleness shouldn’t be fostered in such a way.

Although he had previously contributed something important, freeing him from mundane daily chores, the tranquility stirred a desire to experience what those tasks were truly like.

"Understood."

Zhang Li, straightforward as ever, said, "The details will be sent to your phone shortly. Complete it quickly, and how you handle it, I’ll be watching the entire process, then start the task."

She paused, tossing back without looking, "Don’t die."

Watching Zhang Li’s retreating silhouette, Lu Ren was speechless; there was so much good time yet to be enjoyed. He didn’t want to die, especially as he yearned to see the peak of the Martial Path—what it truly looked like.

The ancient road of spiritual cultivation, the divine training hidden within meditation—what mysteries do they hold? All these spur Lu Ren’s pursuit.

Perhaps, when the body is developed to its utmost extent, even the physical form could infiltrate these dreams.

He wondered what Subodhi, whom he had blocked, thought of all this.

That night, after Lu Ren had organized and donned his equipment, he glanced at the longswords on either side of his waist, still one heavy Yan Form and a lighter Feiyan.

The previously broken Yan Form had been discarded, but as a standard weapon, a new one was easily acquired. With his growing strength, the heavyweight Yan Form, weighing over forty pounds, felt increasingly comfortable in Lu Ren’s hands.

The lighter Feiyan was entirely designed for more intense, close combat skirmishes.

The modern smelting craftsmanship produced the super alloy swords, incomparable to ancient times. In hand, his longsword in ancient days could be called a Divine Soldier.

A pity...

Lu Ren glanced regretfully at the two heavy pistols placed aside, designed specifically for Martial Artists with impressively powerful special bullets.

Yet, given the nature of this matter, deemed as Jianghu vendetta, Lu Ren could act freely. If one were to wield hot weapons, the implications would be exceedingly unfavorable. If one intended to continue in Huaxia, then Jianghu grudges must be settled with cold weapons, with fists and blades.

Where there are Martial Arts Schools and Martial Artists with extraordinary strength, there exists the Martial Arts World.

Such is the Martial Arts Realm.

From ancient times to the present, this circle has silently existed, unknown to the general public. Now, with official intent to unveil it, it gradually surfaces.

Confirming that the plates embedded on his special combat suit were sufficiently durable, Lu Ren satisfiedly nodded.

The combat suit provided by the Security Department was exceptionally resilient and elastic; even when executing Free Will and rapidly expanding muscles, it wouldn’t tear, plus the plates embedded were extremely hard.

Even if struck by bullets, it would only leave a scratch mark. This combat suit played a crucial role in the Underworld before, saving him several times from death.

And to avoid danger in this mission, there were no markings on the combat suit.

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That night, Shu Capital Taitian Villa District.

It was here that a significant stronghold of the Sword Path School behind those four swordsmen was located, the Assassination Swordsmanship Stream.

The given information has already explained in detail that the one who took Meng Xian’s assassination order is a senior council member of the Assassination Swordsmanship School, notoriously known as Blood Sword Yang Zan, who resides here.

It was entirely because of Meng Xian’s funding.

There seems to be some unclear relationship in the middle, given generously, only then did they act.

This...

I don’t even know where to start.

The Assassination Swordsmanship School advocates the idea like the ancient times, if a strike misses, retreat a thousand miles; in ancient times, it was a fearsome sect, and has gone astray in recent times.

According to the data given by Zhang Li, this Assassination Swordsmanship School touches the edge of the rules set by the Security Department several times, almost affecting ordinary people, causing great dissatisfaction at the Security Department, leading to their eagerness to assist Lu Ren.

This time, Lu Ren’s actions were quite straightforward.

The revenge of a Great Perfectionist of Fist Technique is absolutely terrifying.

Especially someone as skilled in swordsmanship as Lu Ren.

At the moment, Yang Zan, who is already fifty-eight years old, stands at the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room in a bathrobe. Though approaching sixty, due to diligent training in fist technique and swordsmanship, his skin remains tight, body strong and muscular, looking only around thirty.

His right finger joints are prominent, clearly from years of sword practice.

He holds a luxurious cigar between the fingers of his left hand, slowly puffing smoke, and gently swirling a glass of red wine with his right hand, gazing forward.

This villa is situated halfway up a gentle hill, from the floor-to-ceiling window, the bustling nightscape of the city is completely visible.

Bustling and colorful, truly indulgent and immensely enjoyable.

Yang Zan enjoys the feeling of looking down upon everything more as he ages, increasingly savoring the sensation of having everything seemingly under his control.

In fact, the Assassination Swordsmanship School has many industries, with vast assets and intricate relationships. Many fallen big personalities have had transactions with them, holding a lot of shady information, coupled with being a martial arts school, which gives them a sense of invulnerability.

Upstairs behind him, a tall woman, appearing only twenty-five or six years old, comes down, alluring in a half-transparent black nightgown that makes her body semi-visible, swinging her hips, with a languid, seductive demeanor, like a flower freshly picked and clad anew.

She approaches Yang Zan, draping white slender arms around his shoulder.

Yang Zan doesn’t turn but hands the wine glass to the woman, gently caressing her hair.

He’s had many women, some even more beautiful than her, but this woman understands him the best, obedient like a pet, outside, feared and chilling as a killer.

This strong contrast incredibly satisfies his desires, and the woman is indeed obedient, subject to his whims.

"Brother Zan, I heard the Qianyin Group is preparing to invest overseas recently, I think..."

He Ling whispers softly by Yang Zan’s ear, playful and alluring.

This woman, when softening, becomes incredibly bewitching.

Yang Zan’s face remains unchanged, replies casually, "The overseas investment institution has been established, and some industries acquired, we shall move together then."

Over the past decade, He Ling’s killer achievements have been impressive, targeting martial artists and commoners, so much so that she’s been officially wanted by Huaxia, becoming a notable figure, even undergone several cosmetic surgeries, wanting to retire and go abroad.

Hearing Yang Zan’s agreement, He Ling feels a joy, softly asks, "I heard recently four Class A assassins tried to kill someone named Lu Ren but failed?"

"Lu Ren?"

Yang Zan shows a hint of smile, "Indeed it’s crafty, but we at Assassination have prepared a grand gift for him... unfortunately for those Class A."

Speaking of Class A, Yang Zan feels a bit pained; in today’s world, training a martial arts expert is indeed challenging, let alone a hidden assassin swordsman.

"Grand gift?"

He Ling appears slightly puzzled, just as she attempts to inquire, a crisp yet extremely faint sound suddenly arises beside her ear.

Opposite Yang Zan, the floor-to-ceiling window abruptly shatters into numerous cracks, then explodes, glass fragments scatter like bullets shooting across the living room, a tall figure in black tight armor and masked clothing leaps holding a sword.

Seeing the Straight piercing longsword, the chill from the sharp blade prompts his hair to stand on end.

A clang!

Seeing this person instantly, Yang Zan quickly realizes trouble, despite swiftness, as a former swordsman beyond Class A in the Assassination Swordsmanship School who hasn’t wielded a sword for over a decade, his reaction is extremely swift.

Being armed and empty-handed are entirely different states, not like movies where fist fights against weapons seem relaxed; this is a perilous encounter.

He subtly shakes, flings He Ling, caught off guard, propelled by immense force, shrieks, crashes onto the glass table, dazed and disoriented, unable to react.

Meanwhile, Yang Zan grunts, his seemingly lean body rapidly swells, muscles fiercely bulge, unleashing all his potential.

Facing the lunging longsword, Yang Zan evades the tip, pivots, leaps five meters away, even grabbing a single sofa with one hand, hurling it at Lu Ren.

Seeing this, the attacking Lu Ren remains unfazed; the sword strike yielding no effect was within his expectations.