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Send them a letter. Tell them that the 'Truth Society' appreciates their abilities and is willing to give them an opportunity."
"An opportunity to… surrender."
Stick's tone was calm, but the dominance and ambition in his words… 265: The White Queen was furious!
…made all the disciples present feel a surge of excitement.
"Yes, Master."
Night Owl accepted the order, and with a flash of his figure, he silently merged into the night outside the church like a wisp of smoke.
Stick sat motionless, as if he had already foreseen the outcome.
What he wanted was not just the 'right to speak' in the assassin industry; he wanted the entire underground world of New York.
The League of Assassins was just the first stumbling block, and also the first stepping stone, in his grand plan.
Courtesy before force. If the other party was sensible and submitted to him, it would save a lot of trouble.
06 If the other party didn't know what was good for them… then their blood would be used to announce to all of New York that the era of the 'Truth Society' had arrived… The next morning.
Inside the League of Assassins headquarters, the renovated old textile factory was already a bustling scene.
Members were performing their duties; intelligence analysts operated quickly in front of holographic screens.
Equipment maintenance personnel were debugging various high-tech weapons, and the training ground echoed with the sounds of fists and feet cutting through the air.
Everything seemed orderly and full of vitality.
In the top-floor office, Fox was dealing with mountains of documents.
As the actual manager of the League, she was busy from dawn till dusk every day.
"Knock, knock, knock."
"Come in," Fox said without lifting her head.
A capable League member walked in quickly, his expression a little strange:
"Leader, someone delivered a letter downstairs, addressed specifically to you. The messenger… was very strange."
"Strange?"
Fox looked up and raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, he claimed to be from the 'Truth Society,' dropped the letter, and left. Our surveillance system… completely failed to capture how he entered or how he left."
There was a hint of surprise and doubt in the subordinate's tone.
It was well known that with Stark's technical support, the security system here was said to be so tight that not even a fly could get in.
Fox's eyes instantly sharpened.
The Truth Society.
This organization, which had been giving them headaches recently, actually had the ability to silently infiltrate their headquarters' core area.
This was no longer a provocation, but a blatant display of power.
She took the letter. The envelope was made of ancient parchment, sealed with wax, and bore a strange eye symbol.
Fox tore open the envelope and pulled out the letter paper inside.
With just one glance, her beautiful face instantly became covered in frost.
Immediately, an uncontrollable rage erupted from her clear blue eyes!
"Bastards!"
She slammed her hand down on the table, and a clear handprint appeared on the sturdy alloy surface.
The subordinate in the office was startled 097, not daring to breathe.
The content of the letter was not extensive, but every word was filled with condescending arrogance and unquestionable commands.
The letter first 'praised' the achievements of the League of Assassins.
Then, it changed tone, stating that the underground world of New York did not need two voices.
Their 'Truth Society' was willing to give the League of Assassins a 'decent' opportunity for integration.
And this so-called 'opportunity' was a duel.
Both sides would send out their strongest combatants for a best-of-three battle.
This was a very basic way of sparring; the winner would be king!
... 266: Fox was stunned!
The victor would become the sole ruler of New York's underground world, controlling everything.
The loser, however, had to unconditionally surrender, hand over all territory, personnel, and wealth, and become a vassal of the victor.
How arrogant! How presumptuous!
Fox trembled with rage.
She was not only angry at the 'Truth Society's' ambition to swallow an elephant.
She was even more enraged by their attitude of treating them as if they were already in their grasp.
They were the League of Assassins! A force personally established by their master, who was as powerful as a god!
How dare a mere underground organization, which had appeared out of nowhere, presumptuously demand their submission?
This was simply the funniest and most foolish joke she had ever heard.
But after the anger, what filled Fox's heart more was mockery and pity for the 'Truth Society.'
They had no idea what kind of terrifying existence they were provoking.
They also had no idea how ridiculous their so-called 'best-of-three' was in front of their master.
"What a bunch of… fools seeking their own demise."
Fox sneered softly, crumpling the letter into a ball.
She was very clear about the strength of her master, Lin Feng.
Forget about one 'Truth Society.'
Even if all the underground organizations in the world combined, they would be nothing more than dust that could be wiped away with a wave of her master's hand.
The 'Truth Society's' action was not challenging the League of Assassins, but challenging a god.
"Leader, we…"
The subordinate asked cautiously.
"Gather all high-ranking members, prepare for war!"
Fox initially subconsciously wanted to issue this order, but the words caught in her throat, and she stopped.
No, this matter had already exceeded her scope of decision-making.
She had to report to her master immediately.
Thinking of this, Fox took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in her heart, and her eyes regained their calm and sharpness.
She picked up her communicator and quickly connected to Jessica's line.
"Miss Jessica, I have an urgent matter and need to see the master immediately."
...Half an hour later, Fox rushed to the apartment where Lin Feng and Jessica were.
At this moment, Lin Feng was watching Jessica busy in the kitchen with great interest.
Miss Jessica Jones, who was decisive and capable outside, capable of making the entire League of Assassins tremble in fear.
Now, however, she was wearing a cute apron.
Somewhat awkwardly studying a cookbook, trying to make a decent breakfast.
Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating her serious profile.
The air was filled with the slightly burnt smell of fried eggs and the aroma of coffee, full of the scent of everyday life.
This quiet and warm atmosphere was shattered the moment Fox pushed open the door.
"Master, Miss Jessica."
Fox bowed respectfully, but the solemn expression on her face could not be concealed.
"Fox? So urgent, what happened (Zhao Nuo)?"
Jessica turned off the stove, wiped her hands, and walked out of the kitchen.
Lin Feng, meanwhile, was still lazily leaning on the sofa, seemingly indifferent to everything.
"Please take a look."
Fox had no superfluous words; she directly presented the letter, which she had already unfolded.
But it was still covered in creases, offering it with both hands.
"Hmm?!"
After reading the letter, Jessica's killing intent flared… 267: The Truth Society! Hand of God!
Her already sharp eyes were instantly filled with an icy murderous aura.
It was as if two invisible ice cones were about to freeze and pierce the air in front of her.
"Boom!"
An invisible but truly existing terrifying aura erupted from her as its center.
That was not the killing intent leaked by an ordinary master.
It was an absolute suppressive force originating from a higher level of life.
It was as if a sleeping ancient beast had been thoroughly enraged, opening its blood-red pupils that sought to devour people.
The temperature of the entire top-floor apartment plummeted by more than ten degrees under this aura.
The air seemed to turn into sticky glue, heavy, oppressive, 097 making it difficult to breathe.
On the expensive solid wood floor, a visible layer of white frost even condensed.
Spreading rapidly outwards from Jessica as the center.
Fox, standing nearby, was the first to feel this substantial pressure.
She felt as if she had instantly plunged into a ten-thousand-year-old ice cave.
A bone-chilling cold rushed from her feet straight to the top of her head, even the flow of her blood became sluggish.
Her breathing became incredibly difficult, her heart was tightly clutched by an invisible large hand, almost stopping its beating.
This was… Miss Jessica's true power?
Fox was utterly horrified.
She had always known that Jessica was very strong, the most trusted person by her master's side.
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But she had never thought that Jessica's mere emotional fluctuations could cause such a terrifying sight.
This had completely exceeded her cognitive scope of the word "powerful."
She subconsciously took half a step back, barely steadying herself, but her face was already pale.
"A bunch of… ants who don't know their place."
Jessica's voice was squeezed out from between her teeth, every word carrying a hint of ice.
It was filled with a chilling brutality and murderous intent.
"They… dare to covet Master's things?"
The letter in her hand was crushed into powder by her terrifying grip, scattering down like black snowflakes.
To Jessica, the arrogance and provocation of the Truth Society had touched the only reverse scale in her heart.
In this World, nothing was more important than Lin Feng, and everything related to Lin Feng.
The Assassin Alliance was a force Lin Feng had casually established, it was Lin Feng's property.
Now, some petty Joker dared to covet it?
This was not just an offense, but blasphemy against a god.
Jessica at this moment had only one thought: to utterly annihilate the so-called "Truth Society."
From top to bottom, inside and out, she would kill them all.
She would use their ashes to pave over their ridiculous ambitions.
Just as the atmosphere in the apartment became extremely oppressive, and even the sunlight outside the window seemed to be blocked by this killing intent,
A lazy voice, like a spring breeze, easily dispelled the chill in the room.
"Alright, Jessica, getting angry over a bunch of Joker isn't worth it."
Lin Feng was still leaning on the sofa, his posture unchanged.
He picked up the slightly cool coffee on the table and took a light sip.
His expression was so calm that everything that had just happened seemed like an illusion.
That terrifying pressure, enough to make a Master of Fox's caliber feel mentally shattered,
To him, it was like a gentle breeze, having no effect whatsoever… 268: Annihilate the Truth Society!!
He even had the leisure to comment on the burnt smell coming from the kitchen:
"Hmm, the eggs seem to be burning."
Jessica's boiling killing intent, the moment she heard Lin Feng's voice,
Was like a tamed beast, quickly receding without a trace.
The room temperature rapidly rose, and the oppressive, viscous feeling also disappeared.
She took a deep breath, turned around, and the cold murderous aura on her face had transformed into a hint of grievance and deep concern.
"Master, they…"
"Just a bunch of petty Joker."
Lin Feng waved his hand, interrupting her.
His eyes were as calm as a deep pool, without a ripple, as if he was discussing a trivial matter.
"In this World, there are always some self-righteous idiots who can't see the distance between themselves and the sky, always thinking they can reach the heavens in a single step."
His tone was very flat, but what it contained was an absolute indifference that viewed all living beings as ants.
Fox listened from the side, her shock already beyond measure.
She finally understood why someone as powerful as Miss Jessica was as docile as a kitten in front of Master.
Because they were not on the same dimension at all.
If Miss Jessica's power was a tsunami, capable of destroying everything,
Then Master's power was the boundless Universe that controlled all storms and tsunamis.
"Master, then… how should we deal with this?"
Fox respectfully lowered her head, asking cautiously.
She now dared not have any thoughts of her own.
The direction of this matter depended solely on Master's whim.
Would it be a thunderous rage, crushing the opponent to dust, or… "Deal with it?"
Lin Feng heard this and a curious smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
A long-lost hint of playfulness flashed in his deep eyes.
"Don't they want to play?"
He put down the coffee cup, leaned forward slightly, and tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of the sofa, making a rhythmic sound.
"Then… let's play with them."
"Ah?"
Fox and Jessica were both stunned.
"The days have indeed been a bit boring lately,"
Lin Feng stretched, his gaze drifting towards the bustling city outside the window.
His tone was as relaxed as if he were deciding where to have afternoon tea.
0 --- Please give flowers --- "Fun delivered to our doorstep, why refuse? I'm idle anyway, so a little exercise isn't bad."
He looked at Fox.
Those eyes, which seemed to see through everything, made her involuntarily hold her breath.
"Fox."
"Subordinate is here!"
Fox immediately bowed.
0… "Send someone to deliver a message to that 'Truth Society',"
Lin Feng instructed calmly.
"Tell them that the Assassin Alliance accepts their challenge. The location and time are up to them. We… are ready anytime."
Fox's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
She instantly understood Lin Feng's meaning.
Master… was going to use the method they were most proud of.
On the stage they were most confident on.
To thoroughly trample all their hopes and dignity into the dust!
This was a thousand times more cruel than directly destroying them.
"Yes, Master!"
Fox understood, a glint of excitement and cruelty flashing in her eyes, "I'll go do it immediately!"
... Up.
269: Best of Three! Winner Takes All!
She no longer hesitated, turning to leave.
"Wait a moment."
Lin Feng called out to her again.
"Does Master have any other instructions?"
"Since it's a best of three,"
Lin Feng's gaze fell on Jessica, then swept over himself.
"Then the chosen combatants from our side will be me and Jessica."
This decision once again astonished Fox and Jessica.
"097" "Master, you want to personally participate?"
Jessica couldn't help but say.
"To deal with such characters, why would you and Miss Jessica need to act? Just sending a few people from the Alliance would…"
"No,"
Lin Feng smiled and shook his head.
"If people from the Alliance act, winning is natural. Losing, however, would be my disgrace. But if the two of us act, the nature of it changes."
He stood up, walked to Jessica's side, and gently patted her shoulder, a hint of playfulness in his eyes:
"This is a game, and since it's a game, it's only fun if the players personally enter the arena, isn't it?"
Jessica looked at the smile in Lin Feng's eyes, and the anger in her heart had long been replaced by a different emotion.
She understood, Lin Feng truly found this matter "interesting."
Since Master wanted to play, then she would accompany Master, make this stage bigger, and make this show more exciting.
"I understand, Master."
Fox took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in her heart.
She could already foresee how ecstatic those fools from the "Truth Society" would be after hearing this news.
And then, what kind of bottomless despair they would face.
"Go."
Lin Feng waved his hand.
"Yes!"
Fox accepted the command, her posture straight, filled with an unprecedented fighting spirit, and quickly left the apartment.
She would use the fastest and most high-profile way.
To spread this news throughout the entire New Yorkunderground World.
She wanted everyone to know that a showdown that would determine the future of New York was about to unfold… The efficiency of message transmission far exceeded everyone's imagination.
When the "Truth Society" received the Assassin Alliance's reply, Stick was meditating in a dimly lit secret room, listening to his disciple's report 0… "Master, they… agreed."
Night Owl's voice carried a hint of undisguised excitement and contempt.
"They agreed to all our conditions, best of three, winner takes all. And, they set the location of the decisive battle at the 'Coliseum'."
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Coliseum?"
A hint of satisfaction finally appeared on Stick's withered face.
"Excellent. That place is perfect for burying the remnants of the old era."
The "Coliseum" was a legendary place in New York's underground world.
It wasn't a fixed structure, but a mobile death arena that only opened to specific people at specific times.
It was jointly controlled by several old-school gangster families in New York's underworld.
It was the ultimate venue for resolving various irreconcilable conflicts.
Here, there was no law, no rules, only the most primitive wins, losses, life, and death.
Choosing to fight here was undoubtedly a declaration to the entire New York underground: this duel would be to the death.
"They are too arrogant, Master."
Nighthawk sneered... 270: The Coliseum! A True Man's Battle!
"They didn't even bargain and accepted all our conditions. It seems that the woman named Fox has been scared witless by the strength we displayed, but due to ridiculous self-esteem, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and accept the challenge."
"Arrogance is often the beginning of destruction."
Stick slowly stood up, tapping his bamboo staff lightly on the flagstones.
"They don't know what a great power they are facing. They are still immersed in that outdated assassination game of the past, thinking that with some high-tech equipment and a few skilled assassins, they can dominate everything. Ridiculous."
He paused, his voice becoming even more profound:
"Send out the order, spread the word. I want all the forces in New York with a recognizable name to go to the 'Coliseum' to watch the battle. I want them to witness with their own eyes how the Assassin League crumbles at the feet of our 'Truth Society,' to witness the coronation ceremony of a new era!"
"Yes, Master!"
Nighthawk took the order and left, a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes.
For a time, the entire underground world of New York was in an uproar.
"Have you heard? The Assassin League is going to have a decisive battle with that mysterious 'Truth Society' in the Coliseum!"
"Really? Winner takes all? This is an astonishing gamble!"
"The Assassin League has been on a roll recently, what's this 'Truth Society' all about, to dare to challenge them directly?"
"Shh... keep your voice down! It's said that the 'Truth Society' uses unfathomable methods. A few days ago, one of Kingpin's important strongholds vanished overnight, and they were behind it!"
"Hiss... this is going to be a good show! Tickets for the Coliseum must have been scalped to astronomical prices by now, right?"
Countless phones were ringing off the hook, countless secret letters were dispatched.
Whether it was the old-school Mafia, the emerging gangs, or the intelligence peddlers and arms dealers operating in the grey area.
Everyone's attention, at this moment, was focused on that bloody stage about to open—
The Coliseum.
This was not just a duel between two organizations, but a drastic reshuffling of the power structure in New York's underground world.
Everyone wanted to witness with their own eyes who would become the new king... In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun painted the sky a magnificent orange-red.
On the edge of Queens, an old, abandoned power plant.
Now, however, it was heavily guarded, and the perimeter was filled with all kinds of luxury cars.
Many ill-tempered, formidable men patrolled the area, vigilantly scrutinizing everyone who approached.
This was tonight's "Coliseum."
The power plant's massive turbine hall had been transformed into a huge circular arena.
In the center was a massive iron cage, over fifty meters in diameter, surrounded by tiered spectator stands.
At this moment, the stands were already full of people, roughly estimated to be at least a thousand.
These people almost included all the prominent figures of New York's underground forces.
Some were dressed in suits, looking like successful businessmen.
Some were covered in tattoos, exuding a murderous aura.
Others were hidden in the shadows, their faces obscured.
But without exception, everyone exuded an imposing presence that ordinary people could not match... 271: Winner Takes All! All In!!
The air was filled with the scent of cigars, liquor, and a faint, almost imperceptible smell of blood, mingling into an exciting yet tense atmosphere.
People whispered and discussed, waiting for the protagonists to appear.
In the most distinguished viewing platform of the arena, the high-ranking members of the "Truth Society" were already waiting.
Leading them was Stick.
He wore a simple grey martial arts uniform, holding a bamboo staff, his eyes covered with a black cloth.
He sat expressionlessly, like a desolate stone statue.
But around him, an invisible aura formed, making no one dare to approach easily.
Nighthawk and several other core members stood behind him like loyal guards.
Each person had a restrained aura, but their eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.
"They're here."
Nighthawk suddenly said in a low voice.
At one of the arena's entrances, three figures appeared.
Leading them was the acting leader of the Assassin League, Fox.
Today, she wore a sleek black leather outfit that perfectly accentuated her fiery figure.
Her beautiful hair was tied back, her face bore an icy coldness, and her eyes were as sharp as knives.
Behind her followed a man and a woman.
The woman was tall, dressed in simple jeans and a leather jacket, exceptionally beautiful, yet with an aloof demeanor that kept people at a distance.
The man appeared somewhat ordinary, dressed casually, with a relaxed expression.
As if he wasn't here for a life-and-death duel, but a tourist visiting a park.
The combination of these three seemed somewhat out of place with the tense atmosphere around them.
Stick "gazed" at them, a slight smile playing on his lips, and he walked towards them.
"Ms. Fox, we finally meet."
Stick's voice was not loud, but it clearly reached Fox's ears.
Carrying a sense of elder's "generosity" and "pity."
"This old man originally thought you would make a wiser choice. When will vengeance end? Harmony is the path to longevity. The underground world of New York needs order, not endless conflict. It's not too late to turn back now; the embrace of my 'Truth Society' is always open to discerning individuals."
He adopted a posture of compassion.
As if his initiation of this war of annexation was for the peace and stability of all New York.
His hypocritical words made some leaders of smaller, uninformed factions around him show thoughtful expressions.
Fox looked at the posturing blind man before her, her heart filled with disdain and contempt.
She didn't even bother to expose his hypocrisy.
Because in the face of absolute power, any words seemed pale and powerless.
She did not reveal the identities of Lin Feng and Jessica, only treating them as her accompanying personnel.
This was also Lin Feng's intention.
Before the game ended, maintaining a bit of mystery would make the process more interesting.
"Cut the nonsense."
Fox spoke coldly and decisively, instantly interrupting Stick's performance.
"The rules are set, aren't they? Winner takes all!"
Her gaze swept over Stick and Nighthawk and the others behind him, filled with undisguised contempt:
"As for the losers... they don't deserve to negotiate with me."
These words were simply infuriating!
... 272: Gorr the God Butcher!!
Such a strong and arrogant attitude made the "kind" smile on Stick's face instantly freeze.
Nighthawk and the others around him turned pale with fury, their eyes flashing with undisguised killing intent.
"You're asking for death!"
Nighthawk growled through gritted teeth.
"Very good, very good..."
The muscles on Stick's face twitched twice.
The aura of a wise master he had feigned completely vanished.
It was replaced by a chilling, bone-deep killing intent.
"Since you insist on being deluded, then don't blame us... for being ruthless!"
He slammed his bamboo staff down, letting out a dull thud, and the entire arena seemed to fall silent.
"Then let's begin!"
Stick's voice became sharp and sinister.
"Let's see what qualifications your Assassin League has to dare to reject the embrace of 'Truth'!"
As his words fell, a middleman in a black suit, acting as the host, walked to the center of the iron cage.
He cleared his throat and announced in a booming voice:
"Tonight, the Assassin League versus the Truth Society! Best of three, the loser submits! Now, let both sides send out their first warrior!"
As soon as his voice faded, from the Truth Society's side.
A figure as burly as a small mountain strode out amidst gasps of surprise.
He was over two and a half meters tall, his body a mass of bulging muscles, exuding explosive power.
He wore custom-made alloy heavy armor, and with every step, the ground emitted a heavy hum.
Most striking was the huge battle-axe he carried on his shoulder.
The axe blade gleamed with a cold light, still stained with dark red blood, as if it had just drunk fresh blood.
"It's the 'God Butcher'!"
Someone in the audience exclaimed in shock.
"Oh my god, the Truth Society sent him out first?!"
"This monster... it's said he once directly withstood the impact of a main battle tank and even dismantled the tank!"
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He's a Mutant, possessing super strength and invulnerable skin, plus his armor made of Adamantium... How can anyone fight that? Whoever the Assassin Alliance sends will just be throwing their lives away!"
Discussions, exclamations, pitying glances, and schadenfreude-filled mockery all instantly turned towards Fox.
Stick's face once again showed a triumphant smile.
He wanted to use the absolute, unreasonable power of the Godslayer to crush all the Assassin Alliance's illusions.
To give them the most profound, despairing opening.
The Godslayer walked into the iron cage and plunged his giant axe heavily into the ground.
With a "boom," the hard ground was actually dented, forming a shallow pit.
His crimson eyes swept towards Fox, and he let out a bestial roar:
"Scum of the Assassin Alliance, who's coming to die?!"
Everyone thought Fox would send a top assassin known for speed and skill to try and contend with the Godslayer.
However, Fox merely gave the swaggering giant a cold glance, then turned sideways.
She respectfully made a "please" gesture to Jessicabehind her.
Under everyone's astonished gaze, Jessica Jones, wearing jeans and a leather jacket, strode forward with long legs, her expression indifferent, walking towards the iron cage... 273: Valkyrie? You're invincible!
"What's going on? Sending a woman?"
"Who is she? I've never heard of such a figure in the Assassin Alliance..."
"Look at her attire, she doesn't even have proper protective gear. Is she going to her death?"
"Is the Truth Society putting too much pressure on them? Has the Assassin Alliance given up?"
The audience immediately erupted in an uproar and confusion.
Stick was also taken aback; he "sensed" Jessica with his special method, but could only feel a calm aura.
There was no hint of a master's sharp edge, just like an ordinary strong woman.
He couldn't help but frown, a hint of doubt rising in his heart, but it was immediately replaced by absolute confidence.
Perhaps this was just a trick to mislead them.
In the face of the Godslayer's absolute power, any trick would be futile.
And Lin Feng, who had been looking around like a tourist, finally withdrew his gaze at this moment.
He watched Jessica walk into the iron cage with keen interest, a faint smile playing on his lips.
The game had begun.
Jessica entered the enormous iron cage, and the cage door clanged shut behind her.
She and the mountain-like Godslayer opposite her formed a striking contrast.
One was slender and tall, the other burly like a bear.
One had an indifferent expression, the other a ferocious face.
"Hahahahaha!"
The Godslayer looked at Jessica and let out a deafening laugh.
"Is the Assassin Alliance out of people? To actually send a delicate little girl to die! Little girl, kneel and beg for mercy now, and I, your lord, might consider letting you die a quicker death!"
His voice was full of vulgarity and insult, drawing a burst of laughter from the Truth Society's stands.
Jessica ignored his taunts.
She just looked at him with her cold eyes, her gaze as if looking at a dead person.
"You're asking for death!"
Enraged by Jessica's indifferent gaze, the Godslayerroared and stopped wasting words.
His massive body suddenly exerted force, and the ground beneath his feet instantly cracked.
He charged at Jessica like an out-of-control heavy truck!
He swung the giant axe in his hand with one arm, creating a terrifying whoosh that tore through the air, coming down from above.
0 --- Please give fresh flowers --- Bearing immense force, it fiercely cleaved towards Jessica's seemingly delicate head!
The power of this axe strike was enough to split mountains and rocks!
In the audience, countless people gasped, and many timid ladies even closed their eyes.
Unable to bear the sight of the bloody tragedy that was about to unfold.
A cold curve, however, appeared at the corner of Fox's mouth.
0... A cruel smile also appeared on Stick's face.
However, in the next second, everyone's expressions froze on their faces.
Facing the terrifying giant axe that could split a house in half, Jessica did not dodge.
She merely, at the moment the axe blade was about to strike her head, slowly, almost casually, raised her right hand.
Then, with her seemingly fair and slender palm, she gently met the whistling giant axe.
"Clang—!!!"
A colossal clang, like a massive bell being struck, suddenly erupted throughout the entire arena!
The violent metallic crash made everyone's eardrums buzz, and their hearts skipped a beat... up.
274: Godslayer! Instantly defeated!
The anticipated scene of blood splattering did not occur.
Instead, there was a lifelong unforgettable sight that made everyone's eyes almost pop out.
That unstoppable giant battle axe.
Was steadily, effortlessly... caught by a slender hand.
The sharp axe blade was less than a centimeter from Jessica's palm, yet it could not advance another millimeter.
An invisible Impact, "1097," spread out from the point of collision.
Blowing away all the dust on the ground inside the iron cage.
Even the sturdy iron cage bars emitted a humming sound, unable to bear the strain.
Time, at this moment, seemed to stand still.
The entire arena, thousands of spectators, were silent.
Everyone stared dumbfounded at the shocking scene in the center, their minds blank.
"This... This is impossible!!!"
For the first time, an expression of horror and disbelief appeared in the Godslayer's crimson eyes.
He could feel a terrifying, irresistible force emanating from his axe.
As if he hadn't struck flesh and blood, but an unmovable ancient divine mountain!
He used all his strength, his face turning red with effort.
Yet he couldn't make the axe blade advance even a millimeter!
"Good strength."
Jessica finally spoke, her voice still cold, with a hint of faint mockery.
"Too weak, unfortunately."
The moment her words fell, her fingers, gripping the axe blade, suddenly exerted force.
"Crack!"
A crisp, teeth-grinding sound.
In the Godslayer's horrified gaze, on the blade of that giant axe, crafted from special alloy and capable of splitting tanks...
Clear cracks actually appeared!
Immediately after, with a "bang"!
The entire axe head was actually... crushed by her bare hands!
Countless metal fragments shot out in all directions, like shrapnel, embedding themselves fiercely into the bars of the iron cage and the ground.
Emitting a dense "clinking" sound.
The Godslayer was left with only a bare axe handle in his hand, and he froze in place, as if under a paralysis spell.
And Jessica, after doing all this, seemed to merely dust herself off 0... She slowly lowered her hand, looked at the dumbfounded Godslayer, and the killing intent in her eyes was finally no longer concealed.
"Now, it's my turn."
Silence! A deathly silence!
If catching a blade with bare hands before was shocking enough.
Then now, crushing an alloy giant axe with bare hands had completely subverted the understanding of everyone present!
"My God... What did I see?"
"That... That was the Godslayer's weapon! It was just... crushed?"
"That woman... What kind of monster is she?!"
In the audience, a wave of uproar and gasps finally erupted, like a mountain tsunami.
The previous mockery and incomprehension had now all turned into boundless horror and fear.
On the stand where the Truth Society was located, Stick's usually calm face twisted violently for the first time.
Although he couldn't see, he could clearly "hear" the sound of the battle axe shattering.
He could "feel" the terrifying power fluctuations erupting from Jessica's body in that instant.
Like a volcanic eruption... 275: Godslayer! Completely insane!
"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible!"
He muttered in a daze, his confidence and arrogance shattered at this moment.
Night Owl and the others behind him were even paler than death.
Looking at the woman strolling leisurely in the arena, their eyes were filled with ghostly fear.
They finally realized that they... seemed to have provoked a terrifying existence that was completely incomprehensible!
Deathly silence was the only main theme in the arena at this moment.
Thousands of spectators, no matter which faction they came from, or what prominent identities they possessed.
06 At this moment, they were all like chickens with their throats choked, unable to make a sound.
Their gazes were fixed on the center of the iron cage. The one who had crushed the alloy giant axe.
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It was as if the woman had only done something insignificant.
Gel, the Godslayer, who directly faced this terror, felt it most acutely.
He could feel that the gazes around him, which had once adored, revered, and feared him, had now changed entirely.
They were filled with shock, pity, and even... a hint of elusive mockery.
Humiliation!
Unprecedented humiliation!
He, Gel the Godslayer, was the sharpest battle-axe of the Truth Society, a killing machine that struck fear into countless enemies!
When had he ever suffered such a grave insult?
By a seemingly frail woman, in front of the entire World.
She crushed his proud weapon as if it were a biscuit!
"Ah ah ah ah ah—!!!"
A violent surge of extreme anger and shame erupted from Gel's chest like a volcano.
His already crimson eyes were now so red they seemed to drip blood.
The veins on his face, neck, and arms bulged like writhing earthworms.
His knotted muscles visibly swelled again.
His already tight leather armor creaked under the strain.
He tossed away the bare axe handle in his hand, and his two sandbag-sized fists cracked with the sound of bone.
A savage, primal, reckless aura of madness wildly spread from him.
"You... must... die!"
Each word of his roar, articulated distinctly, sounded like a demon's shriek squeezed from the depths of hell.
Gel abandoned all skill and reason; only one thought remained in his mind—
Tear this woman in front of him to shreds!
In the most brutal and bloody way, make her pay the price of her life for this humiliation!
Even if... it meant mutual destruction!
"Roar!"
Accompanied by a bestial roar not unlike a human's, Gel's legs powerfully pushed off the ground!
"Boom!"
The hard stone ground, under his terrifying immense strength, was actually stomped into two deep pits, with countless shattered stones flying in all directions.
His massive body transformed into an out-of-control cannonball.
No longer a straight charge, but a frantic rush towards Jessica in a strange zigzag trajectory.
The fierce wind he generated even caused the iron cage bars to emit a sharp whistling sound.
He abandoned his weapon, because his most powerful weapon...
was his own body, which had undergone countless modifications and enhancements, long surpassing human limits!
In the stands, people who had just barely recovered from their shock once again held their breath... 276: You call this human?!
They could clearly feel the madness and determination of Gel, ready to go down with him.
This was a top gladiator staking everything on his final and most ferocious attack!
"The Godslayer is going all out!"
"He's crazy, he's completely lost it! In this state, his strength and speed have increased by at least thirty percent, but the strain on his body is also immense!"
"That woman... how will she respond?"
Everyone's heart was in their throat.
And under the gaze of all, facing this desperate counterattack like a fierce tiger descending a mountain, Jessica's expression remained unchanged.
Her delicate face still held that aloof indifference that kept people at a distance.
She didn't even take half a step back.
Just as Gel's fist, larger than a sandbag, brought with it a tearing wind.
The moment it was about to strike her face, Jessicamoved.
Her movements were not fast, and could even be clearly seen by high-speed cameras.
She merely turned slightly, gracefully dodging Gel's powerful punch by a hair's breadth.
The violent punch wind brushed past her cheek, stirring a few strands of her dark hair.
Having missed his strike, the fierce light in Gel's eyes intensified.
He suddenly exerted force from his waist, and his other fist, like a giant siege hammer, swept towards Jessica's waist and abdomen!
If this blow landed, it would be enough to break an adult rhinoceros in half!
However, what awaited him was Jessica's raised left arm.
"Bang!"
A dull, heart-stopping thud.
Gel's fist, capable of smashing steel plates, landed squarely on Jessica's slender arm.
However, the anticipated scene of broken bones and torn tendons did not occur.
Jessica's arm remained motionless.
Instead, Gel felt as if his fist had struck a Vibraniumshield.
A recoil force, several times more violent than his own strength, surged madly up his arm and into his body!
"Crack!"
A crisp sound of bone breaking echoed.
Gel let out a painful groan; his thick arm twisted backward at a strange angle, his arm bone... was actually shattered by the impact!
"How... is this possible?"
Excruciating pain and disbelief caused Gel's movements to freeze for a moment.
And in a duel between top experts, a momentary lapse of focus is enough to decide life or death.
Jessica would not let this opportunity pass.
A killing intent flashed in her cold eyes.
Having been passively defensive, she initiated an attack for the first time.
Her figure moved as if teleporting, closing in on Gel's massive body.
Her left hand, which had just blocked the attack, spread its fingers, quick as lightning, and clamped onto Gel's neck.
Gel's enormous body, in front of Jessica, was (of Nuo Zhao) like a chick caught by an eagle, completely defenseless.
"Let... go..."
Gel struggled in terror, his other good hand frantically pounding Jessica's arm.
But it was like tickling, unable to budge her in the slightest.
A sense of suffocation and fear, like a tidal wave, engulfed him.
He could feel the hand gripping his neck tightening relentlessly... 277: Slaying the Godslayer!!
That power was a terror he could never have imagined in his life!
Jessica looked at him expressionlessly, single-handedly lifting his enormous body, weighing over three hundred kilograms, slowly... into the air!
His feet left the ground, and the immense fear of having his life controlled by another.
Caused the madness in Gel's eyes to quickly recede, replaced by endless horror and pleas.
"Uh... uh..."
He wanted to beg for mercy, but couldn't utter a single word.
Jessica did not give him the chance.
She looked at the Godslayer struggling futilely in her hand, with no trace of pity in her eyes, only cold judgment.
"Too noisy."
She uttered three words faintly.
The next second, she suddenly swung her arm, holding Gel, downwards!
"Boom—!!!"
An earth-shattering roar!
The massive body of Gel the Godslayer was slammed onto the iron cage floor by her, like a discarded sack!
The entire coliseum seemed to tremble violently with it!
The sturdy stone ground, under this single blow, instantly shattered as if struck by a meteorite!
A terrifying spiderweb-like crack, over three meters in diameter, spread wildly from Gel's body as its center!
Dust flew, and broken stones splattered.
And Gel, at the center of the impact, had his chest deeply caved in at a visible arc.
Blood spewed from his mouth, staining the ground beneath him.
His once fierce and violent eyes had now completely lost their luster, leaving only endless emptiness and dilated pupils.
One strike.
Just one strike.
The Godslayer, the ace of the Truth Society, Gel, who made countless people tremble in fear... dead!
The dust slowly settled.
Jessica slowly straightened her body, dusting off non-existent dust from her hands.
As if she had just dealt with an annoying fly.
The entire coliseum fell into a dead silence.
A silence more complete than any before.
Everyone's breathing seemed to stop at this moment.
They (agdh) widened their eyes and opened their mouths, as if they had seen a miracle, or as if they had seen a devil.
One second, two seconds, three seconds... "Whoosh—!!!!"
When the first person reacted from the extreme shock, a tumultuous roar, like a century of accumulated volcanic pressure, erupted!
"My God! What did I just see?! The Godslayer... was just... instantly killed?!"
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One move! She only used one move! Picked him up with one hand, then... just smashed him to death?!"
"Monster! This isn't human at all! This is a monster! Who exactly is she?!"
"So terrifying... this woman... she looks so young, how could she possess such terrifying strength?!"
Shock, horror, disbelief, fanaticism, fear... a myriad of complex emotions intertwined on the faces of thousands of spectators.
Their gazes towards the lone figure standing in the iron cage had completely changed.
There was no longer any disdain or incomprehension, only the most primal awe and fear.
This time, the Assassin Alliance hadn't sent a newcomer, but a prehistoric beast in human skin!
Compared to the uproar in the stands, the Truth Society's section was dead silent, the atmosphere so oppressive it felt as if it would solidify... 278: Team fights can be lost! He must die!
Stick's wrinkled face was distorted beyond recognition from extreme shock and rage.
Although he couldn't see, he could clearly 'hear' Gel's bones shattering, and 'feel' Gel's life force instantly vanish.
He could even 'feel' the terrifying power within Jessica, hidden beneath a calm surface, capable of overturning everything!
"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible!"
He could no longer maintain his Grandmaster's composure, mumbling in a lost voice, with an almost imperceptible tremor.
His self-confidence and arrogance were shattered in that moment by the earth-shattering crash.
Behind him, Night Owl, Poker, and other high-ranking members of the Truth Society were ashen-faced, their bodies rigid.
They looked at the woman strolling casually in the arena, their eyes filled with a ghost-like terror.
They finally realized that they... seemed to have provoked a terrifying existence that was completely incomprehensible and utterly unstoppable!
This was no longer a gamble; this was playing with Fire!
"The first round, we lost."
Night Owl's voice was incredibly dry; he forced himself to calm down and whispered to Stick.
"This woman's strength is beyond our intelligence. Her file is blank, as if she appeared out of thin air."
"Appeared out of thin air?"
Stick snorted coldly, his facial muscles twitching.
"Nothing in this World appears out of thin air! It's our arrogance that has made us pay the price!"
He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the tumultuous waves in his heart, his voice becoming cold and resolute:
"But the game isn't over yet. Best two out of three, we still have a chance."
"My Lord Stick, you mean..."
A nearby senior member asked tentatively.
Stick slowly stood up, his thin figure, at this moment, exuding an oppressive aura like a deep pool or towering mountain.
"For the second round, I will personally enter."
His voice was not loud, but it was filled with an unquestionable determination.
"This woman must die here! Not just to win the gamble, but for the dignity of the Truth Society! We must let everyone know the consequences of provoking the Truth Society!"
0 --- Please give flowers --- "We can only win, not lose!"
Stick's voice was squeezed out as if through gritted teeth.
"Otherwise, all of us will become the laughingstock of the entire underground World! The consequences would be unimaginable!"
Night Owl and the others heard this, their hearts froze, and then a ruthless glint ignited in their eyes.
That's right, Stick was their last hope, the true pillar of the Truth Society, a genuine martial arts Grandmaster!
0 ... With him taking action, he would surely turn the tide!
Just as they were whispering, rekindling their hope.
In the iron cage, that voice, which both startled and angered them, calmly rang out, clearly echoing through every corner of the entire arena.
"Next, who wants to die?!"
Jessica surveyed the silent Truth Society stands, her tone flat, yet filled with the utmost contempt.
"Whoosh!"
As soon as these words were uttered, the entire audience erupted again!
"Too arrogant! This woman is too arrogant!"
"Directly calling out the next one to die? She's completely disrespecting the Truth Society!"
... up.
279: Stick's mindset collapsed!
"There's a good show to watch! The Truth Society has bitten off more than it can chew this time!"
On the Truth Society's stand, Stick and the others trembled with rage, their faces livid.
Night Owl even slammed his hand on the armrest, roaring:
"Presumptuous!"
Stick raised his hand to stop Night Owl's fury.
He said nothing, but simply 'looked' with his sightless eyes in the direction of the iron cage, walking down the stands step by step.
With every step he 'zero nine seven' took, his aura intensified.
By the time he reached the iron cage door, his thin body was exuding a sharp edge, like a sword unsheathed.
"Creak—"
The iron cage door opened, and Stick slowly walked in.
"I am Stick, the leader of the Truth Society."
He stood opposite Jessica, ten meters apart, his voice hoarse and ancient, yet carrying a chilling penetrative power.
"Young lady, your strength indeed surprises me. But arrogance comes at a price."
"I will personally twist off your head and use your blood to wash away the shame suffered by the Truth Society. As a warning to others!"
Jessica looked at the blind old man before her, a sneer of disdain curling her lips.
"Just you? A dying old blind man?"
"You're asking for it!"
Stick was completely enraged, no longer able to maintain his Grandmaster's demeanor.
He let out a low growl, stomped his foot, and instantly vanished from his spot like a ghost!
"So fast!"
A gasp of surprise rose from the audience.
In everyone's eyes, Stick's figure seemed to turn into a faint afterimage, pulling out a series of illusions.
At a speed difficult for the naked eye to capture.
He instantly crossed the ten-meter distance, appearing before Jessica!
The bamboo staff in his hand had, at some point, transformed into two short Sticks glinting with cold light.
Like a venomous snake striking, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound.
From two extremely tricky angles, they stabbed towards Jessica's eyes and heart respectively!
This strike was fast, accurate, and ruthless!
It contained endless killing intent!
"Oh my God! This is... a martial arts Grandmaster! Absolutely Grandmaster-level strength!"
An elder from an Eastern martial arts family exclaimed in horror, suddenly standing up from his seat.
"That's right! Internal energy released externally, movement like lightning! The leader of the Truth Societyis actually a hidden martial arts Grandmaster!"
The audience erupted again, everyone shaken by the terrifying strength Stick unleashed. 0 ... A strong person of this caliber is a rare existence anywhere, a Grandmaster capable of founding a sect!
Their gazes towards Jessica were once again filled with worry.
No matter how strong she was, facing a Grandmaster whose skill and speed had reached their peak, would it be useful?
However, facing this thunderous, fatal blow, Jessica's expression remained calm.
Just as Stick's short Sticks were about to strike her, her feet gently left the ground.
Yes, just like that, out of thin air, slowly... she flew up!
3.7 She only floated up a meter, effortlessly causing Stick's certain-kill attack to completely miss.
Stick's attack missed, his body not pausing in the slightest, twisting his waist.
The short Sticks in his hands swept upwards with the momentum.
Like two coiling dragons, they attacked Jessica in mid-air again... 280: Sneak attack? No martial ethics!
But Jessica merely leaned back slightly, as if walking in the air, easily dodging again.
She just floated there in mid-air, looking down at Stickwho was constantly changing positions on the ground.
Trying to attack her, with a hint of playfulness in her eyes.
"What?!"
"She... she can fly?!"
"How is this possible! What kind of ability is this?!"
If crushing an axe with bare hands and instantly killing Godslayer before was shocking.
Then at this moment, this flying ability that defied the laws of physics completely overturned everyone's 06 Worldview!
Stick was also completely stunned.
His proud perception ability could clearly pinpoint Jessica's location.
He could even 'see' her every subtle movement.
His unparalleled movement technique and attack skills were enough to deal with any enemy on the ground.
But... he couldn't hit her!
The opponent just floated in the sky, like a cat toying with a mouse, making all his attacks futile and ridiculous performances.
"Bastard! If you have the guts, come down!"
Stick was so enraged that his hair stood on end, leaping frantically on the ground, brandishing his short Sticks.
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Yet he couldn't even touch Jessica's clothes.
He could only scream wildly, trying to provoke Jessicawith words, to make her come down and fight him fair and square.
"Coward! What else can you do besides flying around like a fly?!"
"Come down! Fight me!"
In mid-air, Jessica seemed genuinely provoked by his shouting, a hint of impatience appearing on her cold face.
"As you wish."
Before her words even finished, her figure plummeted like a meteor, carrying an unstoppable momentum, crashing straight down towards Stick!
"Excellent!"
Stick was overjoyed at the sight!
This was the opportunity he had been waiting for! As long as the opponent landed and entered his attack range.
He had hundreds of ways, using the essence of his lifelong martial arts.
To tear this woman, who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, into pieces!
His internal energy circulated wildly throughout his body, his eyes gleamed with fierce light, and he assumed his strongest defensive stance.
He was ready to launch a thunderous, decisive strike the moment Jessica landed!
However, his triumphant expression lasted for less than half a second on his face.
Because Jessica's descent speed far exceeded his imagination!
That wasn't falling at all, but a dive!
He hadn't even had time to react when a black shadow, accompanied by terrifying wind pressure, enveloped his entire body.
"Oh no!"
An alarm bell rang in Stick's heart; his grandmaster's instinct made him want to dodge.
But it was too late.
Jessica's figure, like a heavy bomb, directly slammed into his body.
No, more accurately, it was a solid knee strike from Jessica, firmly hitting his arms which were in a defensive posture.
"Bang—Crack!!!"
A dull impact sound and the crisp sound of bones breaking occurred almost simultaneously!
Stick's proud arms, infused with his lifelong cultivation.
In front of Jessica's unreasonable impact, they were like two fragile dry branches, instantly shattered!
"Pfft!"
Stick spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his entire body flying backward as if hit head-on by a high-speed train... 281: Surrender? You're invincible!
He slammed heavily into the iron cage railing a dozen meters away.
"Clang!"
The sturdy alloy railing was deeply dented by his impact, emitting a loud noise.
Stick's body slid down the railing onto the ground like a pile of mud.
His arms were twisted in a strange posture, blood gushed from his mouth, and his aura instantly became extremely weak.
The entire venue fell silent once again.
Everyone stared dumbfounded at this dramatic scene.
The martial arts grandmaster, who was smugly preparing to powerfully kill Jessica... was just like that... instantly defeated in one move?
No, this was no longer an instant kill; this was a complete thrashing, an overwhelming defeat! It was an adult bullying a kindergarten child!
Stick lay on the ground, feeling the intense pain from his arms and the turbulent qi and blood within him; his mind was blank.
His mentality... collapsed!
His proud martial arts, his ultimate skill and speed that he had pursued his entire life.
In front of the opponent, they were so vulnerable!
The opponent didn't even use any skill, just the purest, most brutal strength and speed, to completely crush him, a martial arts grandmaster!
"Why... why is it like this... many「..."
He murmured absentmindedly, his lifelong beliefs crumbling at this moment.
In the stands where the Truth Society was located, the last trace of color on Night Owl's and the others' faces completely faded.
Despair!
Absolute despair!
Even My Lord Stick was so easily defeated; what hope did they have left?
Three rounds, two wins; now they had lost both matches.
Could it be... they really had to fulfill that damn bet?
Hand over everything the Truth Society had accumulated over hundreds of years, the entire vast underground empire, on a silver platter?!
This thought was unacceptable to every high-ranking member of the Truth Society present.
"No... we absolutely cannot surrender just like this!"
Night Owl gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with mad and venomous light.
He lowered his voice and said to his companions beside him:
"A bet is a bet, but rules are dead, people are alive! When they take over the territory, we have plenty of ways to ensure they get it but don't live to enjoy it!"
"You mean..."
One person next to him understood.
"That's right! This is our home turf! As long as we lure them to the headquarters and activate the highest level of defense mechanisms, even a god would have to stay!"
Night Owl's voice was filled with chilling killing intent.
"｀ ˇ By then, not only the three of them, but the entire Assassin Alliance, will pay a bloody price for today's actions!"
The several high-ranking members exchanged glances, all seeing the same ruthlessness and determination in each other's eyes.
Seeing Jessica slowly walking towards the dying Stick in the iron cage, seemingly preparing to deliver the final blow.
Night Owl suddenly stood up and shouted with all his might:
"We surrender! We surrender the second round!"
This cry, full of unwillingness and humiliation, echoed throughout the entire arena.
In the iron cage, Jessica, who was about to end Stick's life, paused slightly, raised an eyebrow, and looked towards the Truth Society's stands.
On the ground, Stick, upon hearing the words "surrender," first showed a flicker of humiliation and anger in his eyes, wanting to refute.
But when he met Night Owl's peculiar gaze... 282: Being targeted? Counterattack!!
When he met that gaze full of peculiar deeper meaning, he instantly understood something.
Surrendering was just a temporary expedient.
The real killing move was yet to come!
The unwillingness in Stick's eyes slowly faded, replaced by a deeply hidden venom.
He struggled, and with the help of two Truth Societymembers who rushed into the iron cage, he stood up.
He spoke to Jessica in a hoarse voice:
"...We... lost. According to the bet, everything of the Truth Society belongs to you. Please... come with us to handle the handover."
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire venue erupted in an uproar!
"Oh my god! The Truth Society really surrendered!"
"The Assassin Alliance won? They got the entire power of the Truth Society? This... this is simply a step to heaven!"
"From now on, New York's underground World will probably be dominated by the Assassin Alliance alone! Their future is limitless!"
Representatives of countless forces showed undisguised envy, jealousy, and even a hint of greed in their eyes.
That was the Truth Society!
A behemoth that had been entrenched in New York for hundreds of years, with its influence permeating every aspect!
However, unlike the envy and jealousy of others (agdh).
Jessica looked at this group of Truth Society members who suddenly became "cooperative," and a cold, all-seeing glint flashed in her eyes.
These people were shouting for a fight one second, and the next second they surrendered so readily?
This clumsy acting was simply an insult to her intelligence.
She was almost certain that the so-called "handover" was nothing more than a trap.
She was about to expose their ridiculous trick when she suddenly felt a gaze from behind her.
She turned her head and met Lin Feng's eyes, which held a faint smile.
Lin Feng didn't speak, he just gave her a subtle look, signaling her to "accept."
Jessica understood instantly.
She realized that Lin Feng hadn't failed to see through their conspiracy; rather... he simply didn't care.
In fact, he wanted to see what kind of tricks these ants could pull off.
Since the boss wanted to watch the show, she would play along.
Thinking this, Jessica withdrew her cold gaze.
She nodded to Stick, who was suppressing his humiliation, and said indifferently:
"Lead the way."
Fox also walked down from the stands and came to Jessica's side.
She also sensed that something was amiss, but after seeing Lin Feng's signal, she remained silent, though her eyes were full of vigilance.
Thus, under the gaze of thousands of complex eyes throughout the venue.
Lin Feng, Jessica, and Fox followed Stick, Night Owl, and other high-ranking Truth Society officials, leaving the noisy arena.
Heading to their so-called "Truth Society headquarters."
Behind them were prolonged, restless discussions.
"They just left like that? Is the Truth Society really willing?"
"Hey, I don't think it's that simple. The Truth Society is notoriously ruthless and vengeful. They won't swallow this humiliation."
"There's a good show to watch, maybe this is just the beginning of the real drama! It's possible that after tonight, either the Assassin Alliance or the Truth Societywill completely disappear from New York!"
"Quick! Follow them and see! Maybe... we still have a chance to take advantage of the chaos and get a share!"
... 283: Just kill them all!
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Representatives of some audacious forces, their eyes gleaming with ambition, quietly followed them, hoping to reap the benefits of a third party…
Meanwhile, Lin Feng and his group, led by the Truth Society, passed through several secluded streets and arrived in front of a complex of buildings that looked like an abandoned factory.
The factory's exterior was dilapidated, but the entrance was heavily guarded.
Tall walls were covered with cameras and barbed wire, indicating that this place was far from as simple as it appeared.
"We've arrived. This is our headquarters," Night Owl said expressionlessly.
He pushed open a heavy steel door and made a 'please' gesture, a subtle sneer flashing in his eyes.
Lin Feng and the two women walked in without a care.
The moment all three of them entered the factory, a loud 'boom' echoed.
The steel door behind them slammed shut and locked!
Almost simultaneously, from all directions within the factory, dense footsteps and the sound of weapons being drawn rang out.
In an instant, hundreds of ninjas, armed with katanas and dressed in uniform black combat attire, emerged like specters from the shadows, from the rafters, and from every corner.
They surrounded the entire spacious factory floor, making it impenetrable.
The blades in their hands reflected a chilling gleam under the dim lights, forming a desperate steel jungle.
Stick, Night Owl, and the others, who had previously led the way with 'respect,' now finally shed their disguises.
Stick, supported by someone, stood before the ninjas.
His twisted face was filled with the pleasure of revenge and a cruel sneer.
"Welcome to hell, guests of the Assassin Alliance."
He said sinisterly, his voice filled with venom, "Did you really think that with just the three of you, you could swallow my Truth Society? Naive! Foolish!"
Night Owl also stepped forward, looking down at the surrounded Lin Feng and the two women, his face full of mockery:
"Now, I'll give you one last chance. Immediately kneel and surrender, hand over all control and secrets of the Assassin Alliance, and then cripple yourselves. We might consider leaving you with an intact corpse."
"Shameless!" Fox looked at this group of villains who had instantly turned hostile and couldn't help but curse.
"You promised to keep your word, that the bet counted. Your Truth Society is just a bunch of despicable scoundrels who don't keep their promises!"
"Hahahaha!" Night Owl burst into laughter, as if he had heard the funniest joke.
"Credit? Little girl, in the Underworld, strength is the only truth! Fists are the only credit! And now, our fists are harder than yours!"
"Why bother talking to them!" Another high-ranking member was already impatient for revenge.
"They refuse to cooperate, just do it! Chop the men into pieces and feed them to the dogs, and the women… hehe, leave them, let us 'entertain' them properly!"
His filthy gaze shamelessly swept over Jessica and Fox, full of lust and greed.
"You're courting death!" Jessica's eyes blazed with murderous intent.
"It seems you won't shed tears until you see the coffin." Stick's smile grew even more sinister.
"In that case… attack! Kill them! Leave no one alive!"
Upon this command, hundreds of black-clad ninjas around them, like a school of sharks smelling blood, let out silent roars.
They surged from all directions, fearlessly charging towards the three in the center!
The two sides, without another word, immediately clashed!
Facing this tidal wave of attacks, Jessica and Fox showed no fear.
"A bunch of rabble!" Jessica snorted coldly, no longer holding back, and the power of Superman instantly erupted!
She stomped her foot, and her entire body shot into the crowd like a cannonball, her fists swinging, creating bursts of sonic booms.
Any ninja who came near her, whether swept by her fist wind or hit by her body, without exception, had their bones broken and muscles torn.
They screamed and flew backward like ragdolls, instantly clearing a large area.
Fox, on the other hand, was like a dancer in the night, her figure elusive.
The two daggers in her hands transformed into two deadly cold lights.
She always appeared at the most fatal positions from the most unexpected angles, and with every strike, a ninja would inevitably fall silently, clutching their throat or heart.
One was fierce and unrestrained, wide open in attack. The other was agile and cunning, killing with a single blow.
The two, one internal and one external, coordinated flawlessly.
They actually carved out a vacuum zone amidst the siege of hundreds of elite ninjas, unstoppable!
Stick and Night Owl watched this scene, their faces turning grim again.
They hadn't expected the combat power of these two women to be so formidable!
"Useless! A bunch of failures!" Night Owl cursed angrily.
"We will personally intervene!" As soon as his voice fell, he and several other high-ranking members of the Truth Society moved simultaneously!
These individuals were all top masters, their strength, though not as great as Stick's, was not far off.
They attacked Jessica and Fox, who were wreaking havoc, from different directions simultaneously!
"Watch out!" Fox exclaimed.
She was entangled with Night Owl, whose attacks were tricky and vicious, making it difficult for her to escape for a moment.
Jessica, meanwhile, was simultaneously besieged by the other three high-ranking members.
These three cooperated tacitly, one leading the attack while two others harassed from the sides, causing her unstoppable offensive to be delayed for the first time.
Two fists are no match for four hands… With the addition of the Truth Society's high-ranking members, Jessica and Fox's pressure sharply increased, and they gradually fell into a heavy encirclement, facing perilous situations.
Just as a high-ranking member seized an opening, his long blade fiercely slashing towards Fox's back in a critical moment, Lin Feng, who had been standing still like a tourist, watching everything with interest, finally moved.
He made no earth-shattering movements, simply taking a slow step forward.
Just this simple step.
The next second, an indescribable, terrifying pressure, as if from primordial chaos, capable of crushing all Gods and demons, roared and swept across the entire scene, centered on him!
Buzz—!
The air throughout the 3.7 factory seemed to solidify into amber in that instant.
Everyone's movements came to an abrupt halt at this moment.
The black-clad ninjas, who had been charging madly, seemed to be under a paralysis spell, each maintaining their forward-rushing posture.
They froze in place, unable to move.
The ferocity on their faces turned into endless fear and bewilderment… 285: The Mantis Stalks the Cicada? Kill!
Night Owl, who was fiercely fighting Fox, the three high-ranking members besieging Jessica, and Stick, who stood at the back with a sinister grin… all of the Truth Societymembers were struck as if by lightning in that instant!
They felt an invisible, intangible, yet star-heavy, terrifying force descending from the heavens, pressing down heavily upon their souls!
In the face of this pressure, their proud strength, speed, and skill became a joke.
They felt like tiny boats in a raging storm.
There was no other possibility but to be crushed!
"Thump!" "Thump!" A series of kneeling sounds echoed.
Hundreds of elite black-clad ninjas didn't even have the right to stand.
One by one, they uncontrollably fell to their knees, their bodies trembling, and their weapons clattered to the ground.
And Night Owl, Stick, and the other high-ranking members of the Truth Society, though still barely able to stand, were trembling in their legs, sweating profusely.
Their faces were ashen.
It was as if they could be crushed into dust by this terrifying pressure at any moment.
They used all their strength to painstakingly, inch by inch, turn their heads towards the source of that pressure.
The young man whom they had always regarded as a pretty boy, a mere follower.
At this moment, Lin Feng slowly raised his eyelids, his dark eyes calmly sweeping across the entire scene.
Everyone his gaze fell upon felt their souls tremble.
The entire World seemed to be prostrating and groaning at this man's feet.
Silence.