Chapter 281: Chapter 281 Sneak Attack
Wang Yan stepped past Qin Tian, Mountain Cannon, and the others, striding into the grand hall of Heaven and Earth.
As Wang Yan moved forward, a cold aura emanated from his body.
At first, not many people could perceive the aura around Wang Yan, but the hundred-plus mercenaries beside Fatty Pig all felt a chill run through their bodies, and their eyes took on a serious look.
Just moments ago, Wang Yan stood calmly behind Qin Tian. Although the hundred mercenaries saw him, they paid him no mind, because in every aspect Wang Yan appeared to be nothing more than a frail student.
However, as Wang Yan walked forward, they immediately sensed the aura around him, or rather, they felt the killing intent emanating from him.
This type of killing intent is something only those who have survived the hail of bullets and gunfire could detect, as it is possessed only by those who have truly killed, whose hands are stained with blood.
Even so, although their expressions were serious, these mercenaries were not overly concerned, as each of them carried some degree of this killing intent.
One mercenary with a long knife scar across his face made a signal, and instantly, four mercenaries stepped forward.
At this moment, Wang Yan was walking over the piled-up corpses in front of Qin Tian, heading for the hall.
As he stepped on the bodies, they made a “squeaking” sound, and with each step, either blood spurted from the corpses or eyeballs were crushed out of their sockets, yet Wang Yan’s expression remained indifferent, as though he were treading not on blood-soaked corpses, but rather strolling on a beach.
Seeing Wang Yan so composed, the four mercenaries who had stepped forward showed grave expressions; though they continued to stand there, their muscles were taut, ready to strike with full force.
Wang Yan walked past the piles of corpses, arriving before the four mercenaries, but he did not pause at all, continuing forward at his steady pace, getting closer and closer to them.
The four mercenaries clenched their fists, prepared to make a lethal strike as soon as Wang Yan approached.
At that moment, Wang Yan’s aura grew stronger and stronger, his cold breath radiating and spreading in all directions.
The entire hall seemed to be engulfed in an invisible cold wind, swirling and stirring up the bloody atmosphere as it spread throughout the hall.
Initially, Fatty Pig and the others did not notice the aura around Wang Yan, but by now, they too sensed something unusual. Especially after seeing Wang Yan, they inexplicably felt cold all over and shivered uncontrollably.
By this time, Wang Yan had reached the four mercenaries, who initially intended to attack. Now, facing the overwhelmingly powerful Wang Yan, although they had prepared to strike, they found themselves unable to lift their arms or throw a punch.
Wang Yan had already reached right in front of them, just one more step and he would collide with them.
The four mercenaries simultaneously took a step back, clearing the path ahead of Wang Yan, and in their eyes, they held an evident fear of him.
Seeing this, the mercenary leader with the long knife scar showed an expression of astonishment. The four mercenaries he sent out were among his most dependable subordinates, each guilty of many murders, and for more than a decade had fought ruthlessly by his side. They had never backed down, even against the fiercest and most brutal enemies.
Yet today, they retreated a step before this youth, something utterly impossible.
Faced with the four retreating mercenaries, Wang Yan proceeded as if it were only natural. Without even glancing at them, he walked forward, passing through their midst.
Passing by the four men, Wang Yan nonchalantly turned his back on them.
Turning his back on enemies signified that Wang Yan did not regard these four mercenaries as a threat.
Yet, as the four mercenaries looked at Wang Yan’s back so close at hand, their eyes showed eagerness to strike, but none dared to act.
At this point, the entire hall fell silent, particularly the hundred mercenaries, who were now shocked. Wang Yan, without any action, had, in just a few steps, intimidated all present.
Furthermore, it made everyone realize that tonight’s battle would be anything but simple; it would be either you die, or I perish.
Now, Wang Yan walked to in front of the gold bricks.
Blood had already splattered over the gold bricks, the bright red color standing out sharply against the golden hue.
The cleaver Wang Yan had just thrown remained embedded in the gold brick.
Wang Yan slowly raised his hand, grasped the handle of the cleaver, and with a gentle lift, there was a metallic “clang” as the cleaver was pulled out.
The cleaver hummed in Wang Yan’s hand, vibrating so intensely that it made everyone’s ears buzz, leaving them pale as ghosts.
Wang Yan then turned around, pointing the cleaver at the mercenaries before him, he said, “Who will come forward to die first?”
The cleaver in Wang Yan’s hand, having pierced the gold brick, now had a bent tip and lost its sharpness, but even with such a blunt cleaver, whichever person it pointed at, that person felt their heart quiver, as if seeing the arrival of death itself.
For a moment, not one of the hundred mercenaries dared to respond.
Seeing this, Fatty Pig was infuriated, shouting, “Idiots, a bunch of idiots. When I spent so much money hiring you, didn’t you say one of you could kill a hundred people? How can a student standing here scare you so much? Kill him now.”
Upon hearing Fatty Pig’s words, the scar-faced mercenary leader’s face darkened as he signaled with his eyes to the four mercenaries behind Wang Yan.
The four mercenaries were nearest to Wang Yan, standing behind him. Upon seeing the leader’s glance, though fear lingered in their hearts, they gritted their teeth and finally acted.
Though they seemed cowardly before, their attack was swift and ferocious like a thunderbolt.
The four of them moved almost simultaneously, each with a flick of their right hand, revealing a dagger.
The dagger, though silver, had a dull surface, showing no hint of light, seemingly inconspicuous in hand yet exuding a deep killing intent.
The arms of the four mercenaries pushed forward, and the daggers stabbed toward Wang Yan’s back and ribs from all four different directions.
The daggers almost sealed off all possible escape routes behind Wang Yan; even if he tried to evade, he could only move forward, having no retreat behind him.
However, in front of Wang Yan was the obstacle of the gold bricks, meaning that in the blink of an eye, Wang Yan was trapped in a deadly situation.
Moreover, when the four struck, there was no sound, even as the daggers reached Wang Yan’s back, it was silent.
A biting dog doesn’t show its teeth, so it was.
Just as the daggers were about to strike Wang Yan’s back, Qin Tian and the others finally noticed, their faces changed as they yelled, “Wolf King, beware.”
But by the time this warning was uttered, the four daggers had already reached behind Wang Yan.
Then came the sound of “puff, puff, puff, puff.”