"This... impossible!"

Muscles on Yu Haijing's face twitched violently several times. The once proud look in his eyes now reflected disbelief.

The body on the ground, once vibrant and invincible, was that of the notorious Demon Wolf who had roamed the international underground Dark World for years. It was no longer fierce, with fingers still twitching slightly in post-mortem nerve reflexes.

The Haier Brothers exchanged looks and gasped collectively.

The partner they had secretly competed with just recently, gone like that? Gone so simply and easily?

Moreover, the most important thing was that the fierce Demon Wolf, at Super First-class Peak, just one step away from becoming a Supreme Strong, was killed by a frail-looking man in a wheelchair.

Especially, no one noticed how the handicapped man killed the Demon Wolf while in a wheelchair.

Because, in everyone's mind, it was scientifically impossible for someone like him to survive.

The silver-haired middle-aged man glanced at the Demon Wolf's body, his gaze slightly focusing.

Long Wuhui and Queen Qi were stunned.

"Hei... actually..."

Ouyang Xiaoya stood rooted to the spot, unable to believe what she was seeing.

"Sister-in-law" on the wheelchair, Shura slowly turned his head towards Ouyang Xiaoya and spoke, "Don't worry, they are no match for me."

He paused, slightly furrowing his brows, and added, "Though the silver-haired guy seems a bit troublesome, but, just troublesome."

Hearing this, Ouyang Xiaoya's beautiful eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.

In her mind, Hei was always seen as a pitiable figure, a former soldier who unfortunately faced various hardships in life.

To anyone's first impression, Hei was viewed as a weak and pitiable person.

But today, it seemed everyone's beliefs were about to be overturned.

"Humph, arrogant words."

"Petty tricks, thinking they can fool us, the Haier Brothers?"

The Haier Brothers snorted coldly.

The black-skinned man smiled cruelly, his face revealing the look of someone who has uncovered a secret, "Don't think I don't know, there are quite a few handicapped assassins among international mercenaries."

"Handicapped people often develop in the direction of poison experts because poisoning is the quickest way to cleverly kill opponents. Moreover, physically disabled people have somewhat twisted and dark minds, enjoying the sight of opponents suffering from poisoned bodies."

"So, you probably relied on your frail appearance to lower the Demon Wolf's guard, and when the opponent attacked, you used poison to paralyze him and took the chance to kill him."

"Am I right, Huaxia cripple?" The black-skinned man finished, full of pride, as if he had uncovered the greatest secret in the world.

"Idiot." Shura couldn't be bothered to glance at the Haier Brothers.

These words suddenly enlightened Yu Haijing and the stunned bodyguards.

So that's how it was.

They really thought the disabled were incredibly powerful beyond imagination.

The Haier Brothers and the bodyguards regained their fierce demeanor, their eyes scanning around menacingly, each clenching their fists, ready to teach the cripple a harsh lesson.

"Gulp," Ouyang Xiaoya, Queen Qi, and Long Wuhui's hearts were hanging in the balance again.

Seeing the other side so fearless, it was possible these things were true.

But given the current battle situation, they couldn't just ask lightly.

Everyone could only stare anxiously, praying for a miracle.

Ouyang Xiaoya was prepared to sacrifice everything at the critical moment to gain a chance for everyone's survival.

Even if it meant her own death, she couldn't let everyone be implicated.

"Kill him!"

Yu Haijing waved his large hand.

The Haier Brothers were eager to try.

"Let me." The silver-haired middle-aged man spoke, staring intently at Shura on the wheelchair.

The Haier Brothers were momentarily stunned, then a bit displeased.

This silver-haired guy was really into picking the easy fights.

"Alright, haha, with Mr. Silver taking action, I'm really looking forward to the scene where you kill him instantly." Yu Haijing laughed arrogantly, his eyes twinkling with cruel bloodlust.

Hearing the boss speak, the Haier Brothers could only suppress their inner anger.

The silver-haired middle-aged man walked to face Shura, taking out two silver gloves and slowly putting them on, saying coldly, "I am number two from the Sky Demon Phoenix group, you can call me Silver Hand Lord."

The Haier Brothers' faces suddenly changed, no wonder the silver-haired man was so arrogant, turns out he was the number two person in the Sky Demon Phoenix group.

In that case, this silver-haired man was at least of Supreme Strong level.

With this in mind, the Haier Brothers dared not be too arrogant.

After all, behind this man was the entire Sky Demon Phoenix group, and they themselves were just two brothers, it wouldn't be wise to thoroughly offend him, or life would be extremely difficult in the future.

A silver light suddenly shot out from the spot.

"Dying by my hand is your honor," the silver light spoke.

"I think you should change it to 'Hand Silver,'" Shura said plainly, his voice without joy or sorrow, calm as can be.

"Humph, sharp-tongued, die!"

The silver light instantly charged towards Shura, with a fierce punch, accompanied by a whistling Gang Qi, and the sound of wind breaking was incredibly piercing, slamming hard towards Shura's head.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats, some even dared not to watch this scene.

On the wheelchair, Shura's face was expressionless, raising his withered arm.

Bang—

A loud bang.

The wheelchair screeched violently along the ground, sliding back dozens of meters.

In contrast, the silver-haired middle-aged man was sent flying, flipping backward, then retreated more than twenty steps.

"The power is alright."

Shura spoke indifferently, his voice calm.

"What!"

"How is he not dead?"

"This is impossible!"

Yu Haijing and the Haier Brothers' eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

On the wheelchair, Shura was unharmed.

Whereas the silver-haired middle-aged man's face was extremely ugly.

"You are a Supreme Strong!" The silver-haired middle-aged man squeezed out through his teeth.

Yu Haijing and the others once again fell into deep shock.

Supreme Strong!

This cripple is possibly a Supreme Strong?

"Just a little bit short of Supreme, far from my big brother," Shura honestly and 'honestly' replied.

The silver-haired man showed a look of fear, asking, "Since you are so powerful, you mustn't be a nobody, state your name."

"My name... forget it, you're not worthy to know."

Shura shook his head.

"Humph, arrogant words, since you're not yet a Supreme, maybe there's something peculiar, today I want to see how many moves you can withstand!"

The silver-haired man snorted coldly, unleashing his Gang Qi to the extreme, his entire being, brimming with terrifying killing intent, once more charged towards Shura.

His fists radiating silver light, like a storm, as fast as the special effects in a Hollywood blockbuster.

On the wheelchair, Shura's hair was disordered by the Gang Qi, but his withered arms were steady and powerful, methodically engaging in exchanges and combat with the opponent.

The sounds of banging continuously echoed, mixed with the sounds of the ground cracking due to the two strong experts overly exerting their force.

In just a dozen breaths, it was visually estimated they had exchanged at least dozens of moves.

Watching this scene, Ouyang Xiaoya was completely stunned.