Chapter 74: The Second Exploding Chrysanthemum

  At this time, another assassin naturally did not know that his companion had been killed. He was sitting in a chair at the moment, leisurely tasting tea, with a gray and bright little beast under his feet, and the location was still in one of the few buildings that were not burned by the big fire. Quietly leaning against the back of the chair, waiting for Wu Zongyue's arrival.

  The old man was so confident, or rather arrogant, not only because he was a high-level Sword King realm, with a great advantage over his opponent who was only a mid-level Sword King, but also because he was an expert in tracking and ambushing. Whether it was through divine sense or breath observation, he had his own unique methods, which would allow him to detect the target's movements one step ahead of his opponent, making it possible for him to launch an effective surprise attack, a significant advantage.

  In addition, the small beast at its feet is not an ordinary creature. It's a spiritual beast called Flavor Weasel. As the name suggests, the Flavor Weasel can absorb all the flavors around it, which is determined by its innate nose. Moreover, this beast is born with a gentle and quiet temperament, making it extremely rare and precious. It's also difficult to capture, so in the market, it's considered priceless, and even if you have money, you can't buy it.

  As long as one is within 10 meters of this beast, they can be covered by its innate ability to conceal their breath. Unless it's a master with strength far surpassing his own, it's impossible to detect the old man's presence.

  "If I have such an advantage and still can't deal with a junior like him, then I'd be living in vain. Not to mention that Liao is also waiting for his chance nearby. Hehehe..." The old man thought to himself, unintentionally letting out a faint chuckle, seemingly not worried about being detected by Wu Zongyue's sudden appearance.

  Just at this time...

  On the ground, only a black long sword flashed out like lightning, easily piercing the old man's chair and the soft part of his buttocks. The sword then swung back quickly after that, and was swiftly withdrawn.

  "Oh no!!!"

  The old man's buttocks were suddenly attacked, and a strange cry came from his mouth. His eyes widened, and the teacup in his hand was crushed. He immediately reacted, kicked off with one foot, and flew upwards. With a dry palm, he lifted the roof of the house, then jumped out and stood on the beam. When he fell down, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his hands unconsciously grasped the position of his buttocks.

  A large amount of blood flowed out from this part, and the old man could only secretly press a few nearby acupoints. However, the blood still continued to flow down, albeit at a slightly slower speed. In the end, the old man had no choice but to use his internal energy to protect his body, heavily guarding his buttocks. Only then did the bleeding temporarily stop.

  The assassin's face was filled with indignation, carefully examining the ground, and loudly said: "You little scoundrel! How dare you sneak up on me? It's simply despicable. Come out quickly and accept your death!"

  "No need to shout, if you're calling out for your companion. Hehe, he's already gone ahead of you to the underworld, don't worry~! You'll be joining him soon enough." Wu Zongyue no longer hid at this time, his body slowly rose up from the ground, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on the old man, staring at the assassin on the beam above with a pained expression. Wu Zongyue's face was calm to the point of being terrifying.

  "You! You... you're actually a born genius! How is this possible?! It's impossible! You've only been cultivating for a few years! I don't believe it! This can't be~!" The old man's face was filled with incredulity, as if he was looking at an alien, staring at Wu Zongyue. Then his spirit seemed to become somewhat frenzied, and even the fact that his own butt had been stabbed was temporarily forgotten, with fresh blood constantly seeping out from behind, his hands waving wildly to express his inner resentment and unwillingness.

  "Haha~ You don't have to pretend anymore, as a veteran assassin, shouldn't you know the principle of staying calm in the face of an enemy? This clumsy trick is not even necessary." Wu Zongyue took out a handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped the long sword in his hand. He then brought it to his nose and sniffed slightly before quickly pulling it away, as if he had just smelled something foul.

  The old man saw this, his eyebrows and forehead slightly twitched, the corner of his mouth **once**, but he immediately recovered.

  "Indeed, you are a natural-born master, and it's true that you're somewhat extraordinary. However, since you've already entered the realm of innate mastery, why must you still resort to sneak attacks on us? Can't you simply engage in an open and honest battle with me?" The old man regained his composure and spoke solemnly to Wu Zongyue, but the latter part of his words were almost shouted at Wu.

  Wu Zongyue gave a somewhat strange glance at the old man's still bleeding buttocks and said.

  "That's it, stop wasting words! Do I need to be obvious when dealing with you? You're not even worthy!"

  After finishing speaking, he casually waved his hand at the old man, and then only heard a "rumbling" sound. A sharp and thick earth thorn flashed out from under the old man, easily piercing the small building that was not far away, and stabbed towards the old man.

  The old assassin had already become vigilant when Wu Zongyue waved his hand, after all, the means of a congenital master were endless, and the longer he entered the congenital time, the more unpredictable his means became.

  Although it seems that the opponent in front of him cannot last for long, his methods are not something that can be guessed by himself. He quickly stepped on one foot and hurriedly hid to one side. Along the way, due to using too much force, he pulled on his wound, and fresh blood kept flowing out from his buttocks. The old man's head was already slightly sweating, and a layer of pale color appeared on his face and lips, seemingly due to excessive blood loss.

  Wu Zongyue saw the old man dodge and retreat, without any surprise, he took a step forward, his body twisted several times to catch up, and with a burst of energy, he attached himself to the long sword, stabbing at the old man in mid-air.

  The old man saw this and quickly held up his dagger to block it, also using all his strength.

  All I heard was "Plop!"

  Successfully parried Wu Zongyue's attack and borrowed strength to perform a high-difficulty 360-degree somersault in mid-air, of course, this process was also accompanied by blood flying everywhere, with a rhythm that was quite like the heavenly maiden scattering flowers, if the old man were a beauty.

  Finally landed safely, but due to excessive blood loss, he stumbled and almost fell to the ground, but as a master, he managed to hold on.

  "Tsk, tsk, tsk! Ah, you're bleeding all over the place. It's making me feel bad for bullying a poor, weak, and sickly person like you!" Wu Zongyue had an expression of regret and pain on his face, but the corners of his mouth were already curled up to his ears.

  The old man heard Wu Zongyue's words and suddenly appeared a flush on his face, then he was furious: "I'll fight you to the death!"

  Then, the vital energy circulating throughout his body formed a faint, irregular blood-red barrier around him, temporarily stopping the bleeding. He desperately rushed towards Wu Zongyue.

  Wu Zongyue was not stupid, the assassin's current situation is equivalent to a rebound, and the old man also had some strength, so naturally he would not collide with him head-on, and his feet would float far away as soon as possible, without confronting the old man.

  "Come on! Come on! If you've got the skills, don't hide! Aren't you a born genius? What are you hiding from an old man like me for? If you're a real man, come and fight with me!"

  The old man yelled desperately, his dagger waving non-stop, the sharp whistling energy flying out like a knife, constantly chopping towards Wu Zongyue. His other hand kept pulling out various poisonous powders from his pocket and throwing them at him, but he couldn't hit Wu Zongyue, so he could only use words to provoke him continuously.

  Wu Zongyue, however, was unmoved, relying on his agility and physical strength to continuously dodge the old man's incoming Qi Blade and toxic mist, not leaving his body far away, following him closely, sticking to him, and giving him no opportunity.

  Thus, half a moment later, the old man could no longer hold on, his head drooped, and he fell to the ground, lifeless. Wu Zongyue also dared not be careless, and the sword in his hand shot out.

  "Hiss!" A sound was inserted on the old man's head.

  "It seems it's really dead this time."

  We've reached Chapter 3, recommendations and data needed!!!!!