"More than thirty ordinary cannon fodder."

"Two barely passable sniper assassins."

Judging by the team size, a single hit would cost around three to five hundred thousand.

Is this how they plan to take my life?

Lin Hai's lips curled slightly.

Perfect for practicing Seven Kills and Breaking Army Fist, just some morning exercise.

Gang Qi surged, Lin Hai took a step forward.

"Hah!"

The powerful voice stunned more than thirty people, and the next moment, they felt their vision blur as Lin Hai was already among them.

One punch—

With a cracking sound, the nearest guy's rib broke, and he flew backward, crashing hard onto the ground.

One kick, swift as a steel whip, fiercely sharp!

Smack—

The three hit by the kick had their arms twisted at strange angles, with bone splinters showing, their screams piercing the air.

At the same time

A dozen steel knives slashed down toward Lin Hai's head from all directions.

Lin Hai pushed off the ground with his feet, powering a backward somersault, dodging the flurry of steel knives mid-air, and with a swift gesture, drew the Dragon Tooth dagger from its hidden spot at his waist.

With a clang, amid the flashing cold light, splashes of vivid red blood burst forth, forming a dazzling, fascinating crimson flower in the air.

A dozen men clutched their throats tightly, eyes wide open as the life in their eyes quickly faded, bodies cooling, collapsing with a thud.

"Twelve seconds... No recent erotic massage, my body can't loosen up, killing speed is too slow."

Lin Hai seemed to murmur to himself, shaking his head.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—

Six bullets cut through the air from two opposite positions, spinning furiously, diving straight for Lin Hai's head.

A glint of cold light flashed in Lin Hai's eyes as he reversed the Dragon Tooth dagger in his hand and slashed sharply.

The sound of clanging kept ringing out.

Each 12.75-caliber armor-piercing sniper bullet was cut in two.

This move was a defensive technique Lin Hai had arduously practiced during his survival on the isolated island.

Back then, to master this move, he stood on the seaside each day, like a standing statue, maintaining his breath at the lowest, with all muscles taut, ready to leap, waiting for the moment when the highest tide of the day approached.

As the tide reached its critical point to himself, he'd open his eyes suddenly like a monk coming out of meditation, striking fiercely like a raging storm.

This cycle repeated for a whole year until he could split the incoming tide in two with a single dagger slash while staying dry, marking success.

It was by relying on this move that Lin Hai survived numerous dangers during his early days navigating the international Dark Underground World.

The two hidden assassins were noticeably dazed; obviously, they hadn't anticipated someone being able to split rushing bullets in two with a dagger.

The remaining others didn't back off due to Lin Hai's ferocity.

Instead, this group charged forward even more aggressively.

"Seeking death!"

Lin Hai's eyes turned icy cold; raising his hand sharply, the Dragon Tooth dagger struck again.

The sharp-edged dagger pierced deeply into the strong man's head in front of him.

Pfft—

Blood mixed with the white paste from his brain splattered everywhere.

The surrounding crowd noticeably froze.

The stunning killing intent that the target before them released during the killing just now scared them into instinctive dread.

Lin Hai didn't hesitate for a moment, surrounded by more than ten people.

The Dragon Tooth dagger, like Death God's scythe, King Yan's sharp blade, slashed fiercely in the air, creating brilliant arcs of cold light.

Pfft, pfft, pfft—

Like a whirlwind made of cold light, it howled its devastation.

Three seconds later, heads flew up one by one.

The assassins surrounding Lin Hai fell orderly to the ground like a blooming flower, completely wiped out.

After finishing this, Lin Hai flicked lightly, with a clang, the blood on the Dragon Tooth dagger splattered away, restoring its smooth, shiny blade under the sun.

Catching a glimpse out of the corner of his eye, he looked toward a corner on the nearby rooftop.

The assassin hiding there was immediately terrified.

"Mission failed, mission failed, retreat immediately, severe misjudgment of the target, severely underestimated."

After issuing the order through the intercom, this assassin hurriedly began to pack up his sniper gear.

When he turned around, he suddenly broke into a cold sweat over his entire body.

Because standing right before him was the very target man brimming with murderous intent he had just seen on the ground, now displaying a grim, eerie smile.

"You—"

The assassin was aghast. Twelve seconds only, how did the opponent get from below to the rooftop?!

"Who sent you to kill me?"

Lin Hai asked coldly.

"It's a trade secret, can't tell." The assassin trembled as he replied.

"Is that so? If you won't say, then die."

"You—"

Before the opponent could speak, Lin Hai swung the knife sideways, blade fell, blood flowed, and the head dropped.

Then, Lin Hai picked up the opponent's head, leapt, and flew down from the five-story rooftop, darting into the trees opposite.

Rustle—

A series of heavy, muffled sounds of fists pounding on flesh rang out.

"Speak, who sent you?"

Lin Hai's voice bore no trace of human emotion, extremely cold.

"You... Who exactly are you?!"

"How did you do it!"

The assassin was terror-stricken to the extreme, trembling and staggering back, not daring to glance at his dead comrade's head.

This man, he's too terrifying, his whole being seemed engulfed in demonic aura.

"You're not qualified to know."

Lin Hai approached step by step, opening his mouth.

"You... It's our trade rule, assassins can't disclose employer names."

The opponent spoke in fear.

Lin Hai listened with a disdainful smile, talking about assassin rules with him?

I am the one recognized worldwide in the international underground Dark World as the King of Assassins!

"I have hundreds of ways to make you speak, and countless ways to stop you from committing suicide."

After saying this, Lin Hai delivered a sharp slap before the opponent could react, hitting him hard.

"Ugh ugh ah—"

A heart-wrenching, agonizing scream erupted.

Lin Hai's hands, like a frenzied pile driver, rhythmical, with cadence, remarkably quick, slapped hard on the opponent's face one after another.

The sound of crackling rhythm turned into "pop pop pop pop pop."

Blood splashed, and that assassin was completely disoriented.

The opponent knew he had encountered a true tough character this time.

The first slap had already shot away the poison he'd hidden in his teeth to commit suicide, cutting off any chance of suicide.

"If I don't die, I'll chase you to the ends of the earth and never let you go."

"Overestimating yourself!"

Lin Hai snorted coldly, suddenly kicking out.

Crack—

"Ah ugh!"

The opponent's "xxx" instantly shattered with a crisp sound, blood bursting open through the crotch of his pants.

"If you won't speak, I can send you to Africa, where some black gay guys particularly like someone like you."

After saying this, Lin Hai smiled while grabbing the opponent by the collar, saying, "If you're truly smart, you should confess immediately, so as to suffer less torture."

"Besides, you shouldn't threaten me because I have another nickname in the international Dark Underground World assassin circles, they like to call me King Yan!"