96: Chapter 096 [The Knife-Wielding Demon] 96: Chapter 096 [The Knife-Wielding Demon] Chapter Two!

Two black shadows flickered less than fifty meters in front of the villa, moving as nimbly as apes, flashing by with only afterimages left behind.

“Black Snake, Red Snake, do you read?”

“Hey, guys, time to work!”

“Fuck, those two bastards!”

Viper and Gray Snake didn’t receive any response through their communicators and cursed under their breath.

“Stop shouting, he asked me to tell you he’ll be waiting for you both in heaven for coffee!”

Suddenly, an unexpected cold voice came, startling both men.

A chilling wave spread across their bodies, making them shiver uncontrollably.

When they snapped out of it, they saw another person standing before them—it was Ye Chenfeng.

Their reactions were quick; without hesitation, they drew the military knives from their legs and stabbed at Ye Chenfeng.

They were professional Poison Snake mercenaries; their speed and strength were formidable, and their combined attack posed a direct threat to Ye Chenfeng’s life.

The blade’s edge lifted the hair under the brim of the man’s hat, the gleam of the knives crossing his retinas grew clearer.

“Clang!”

A string of sparks flew from the clash of the two knives, as dazzling as fireworks in the night.

However, despite their perfect joint attack, they couldn’t even touch Ye Chenfeng’s clothing; he slipped away like an eel.

“Fuck, kill!”

Without pausing, they raised their military knives and charged at Ye Chenfeng once again.

A flash of black light appeared on their retinas, seemingly clashing with their military knives.

“Clang!”

A sharp metallic clashing sound pricked their ears painfully.

Viper and Gray Snake’s expressions instantly froze, their pupils contracted sharply.

An inexplicable force burst from their arms, numbing them instantly.

Their grips weakened, and the terrifying military knives fell to the ground with a crisp clang.

The two military knives on the ground were chipped countless times, with fine spiderweb-like cracks running along the blades.

To know that Viper and Gray Snake’s military knives came from Switzerland—they were top-quality blades.

But in front of the “Slaughter~Pig~Knife,” they were like tofu watermelons.

Chenfeng felt a surge of joy in his heart.

A good blade for a master!

Ye Chenfeng licked his lips, his once-clear eyes now turned crimson, and the electric glint in his eyes was deeply imprinted in Viper and Gray Snake’s hearts.

Swish!

With just an afterimage, Ye Chenfeng suddenly appeared in front of Viper, who hadn’t yet reacted.

His hand pressed on Viper’s stunned face, and the other hand punched out ferociously with no flourish—just simplicity, speed, and power.

“Crack!”

A horrifying sound enveloped everyone’s hearts, as if it came from the Nine Serenities Hell.

Viper’s tall figure was thrown out, landing heavily on the ground and raising a cloud of dust.

When Gray Snake looked at Viper, he found the scene even more horrific than he had imagined.

Viper’s brawny body was blasted into a mess of serpentine coils, his bones turned to mush, his limbs reduced to fragments.

“Hiss!”

Gray Snake drew a sharp breath, realizing they had provoked a “monster.”

Wanting to escape was impossible; the Grim Reaper’s scythe had already been raised, and it couldn’t be put away without bloodshed.

The only way out was to kill the psychopath before them!

“Die!”

Gray Snake quickly pulled out a custom silenced pistol, firing at Ye Chenfeng swiftly.

Drawing the gun, chambering a round, aiming, shooting—Gray Snake had practiced these actions countless times, and in previous combat training, he always scored full marks in rapid-fire skills.

The term “perfection” wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

Yet, a series of knife sparks bloomed in midair, and waves of intense force numbed half his body.

The pistol was reduced to a long spiral of shredded metal under the edge of the “Slaughter~Pig~Knife.”

This scene utterly shocked Gray Snake.

Was this still a human?

To wield a knife like this—calling him Sword God wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

“Who’s your employer?” Ye Chenfeng asked coldly.

“Just kill me already.

Our great Forbidden God King, you know our rules!

We will never reveal our employer’s information!” Gray Snake sneered, feeling it was an honor to die by the hands of the legendary Mercenary Great Emperor, the “Forbidden God King.”

Ye Chenfeng rubbed his throbbing head, a slight curve at the corner of his lips – a smirk, perhaps cruel.

“Looks like I’ll have to use my methods personally.

Don’t worry, sir; I have at least a hundred ways to make you talk.

You won’t be disappointed!”

“You…” Gray Snake’s eyes filled with fear.

Scenes flashed before his eyes as if processed through a computer—speed, afterimages, blood splatter, violent brutality—all coming together to create a scene comparable to a Hollywood blockbuster.

“You… you’re not human, you’re a demon…”

A few moments later, Gray Snake let out a series of hysterical screams, his nerves and mind completely overtaken by something called “demon.”

“I told you I wouldn’t disappoint you!”

The moonlight grew colder, and the darkness seemed ever impenetrable.

The Forbidden God King plunged into the night, disappearing from sight.

Whether the Forbidden God King got the answer he wanted was known only to himself.

…

Two minutes earlier, in the bathroom, Chu Qingxue was beside herself with worry, her forehead covered in a thin layer of sweat.

“Ye Chenfeng?

Ye Chenfeng?…” She had called out countless times, but her calls were met only with silence.

“No, I have to go out!”

Summoning an unknown courage, the pale-faced woman propped herself up and cautiously peered outside.

Silence.

Terrifying silence.

Suddenly, faint screams of agony brought a mysterious, terrifying air.

Chu Qingxue opened the door and stepped out, only to freeze in place, her eyes fixed on one direction.

A black shadow flitted by, but Chu Qingxue knew who it was.

It was the masked man who had saved her time and again, the one who said his last name was Lei.

Did he save me again?

Chu Qingxue’s eyes softened, almost tearfully…

But when she came to, there was no trace of the masked man.

She even wondered if she had imagined it all.

“Xue’xue, where are you?…”

Suddenly, calls echoed from within the villa, releasing a weight off Chu Qingxue’s chest.

She sighed and turned back inside.

“Where did you go just now?

You… what happened?” Just about to scold him, she saw Ye Chenfeng’s chest soaked in blood, dripping wet.

A faint smile appeared on Ye Chenfeng’s pale face, lifting the white bandage in his hand.

“Xue’xue, finding this bandage was a real challenge.”

“You…”

“Thud!”

Before she could finish her word, Ye Chenfeng’s body collapsed.