Ling Feng completely ignored Elder Snake, his gaze fixed on the Fire Fox. He spoke neither in haste nor in panic, "Fire Fox, real name Luo Yunxi, a native of Huazhou. As a child, treated as a plaything by the wealthy in Huazhou. Later, secretly learned his family's martial arts. At fifteen, he massacred his entire clan... An international S-class wanted criminal!"
The Fire Fox's previously giggling face instantly vanished, her face gradually contorting into a hideous mask, revealing all its wrinkles.
"You're asking for death!"
Her scar ripped open, the Fire Fox roared with all her might, her killing intent soaring to the heavens.
Ling Feng completely disregarded her fury, his eyes sweeping across all the assassins present.
Without exception, every single one of them was an international S-class wanted criminal!
Each of them was stained with blood debt!
Yet, Ling Feng, as if recounting everyday matters, rattled off the identities and some secrets of three more individuals.
The crowd was utterly shocked. In front of Ling Feng, they felt as though they had no secrets whatsoever, as if they were the ones being hunted, not Ling Feng!
"Kid, no matter where you got this information, it's all irrelevant now, because you're going to die today!"
Elder Snake, looking at the calm Ling Feng, felt a chill crawl up his spine.
This person before him knew too much!
And the six individuals Ling Feng had named instinctively gathered together.
They were also the most powerful among the group, each with a fearsome reputation.
However, their expressions had shifted from initial disdain and contempt to solemnity and caution.
They knew this man before them was not as easy to deal with as they had imagined.
Ling Feng calmly took a step forward, his voice domineering and indifferent as he declared, "I sentence you all – to death!"
"What?"
"What is he saying?"
"Did I hear that right? He's sentencing us to death?"
...
Everyone's eyes widened in unison, staring at Ling Feng with utter disbelief.
They were sentenced to death?
How many people had said such things to them, only for those people to end up dead?
"Haha, kid, you've got guts! I like it. Today, either I kill you, or you kill me!" roared Bear Harris with a boisterous laugh, his voice incredibly ferocious.
"Heh heh, how laughable. Kid, you know who we are, don't you know why we're still alive and well?"
Elder Snake sneered repeatedly, flicking his hands as he grasped two long daggers.
The Fire Fox remained silent, only staring at Ling Feng with a chilling gaze, as if she wanted to devour him alive.
The rest of the group either sneered, showed disdain, or were filled with anger – their reactions varied.
The mother and son assassin duo in the rear watched the scene unfold and couldn't help but shake their heads. With things having escalated to this point, it seemed they wouldn't get a chance.
They were the first to obtain information on Ling Feng and locate his position.
Therefore, they had also secured the priority to strike at Ling Feng, a chance they had squandered.
In the current situation, they had no opportunity left.
Even though the dozen or so individuals surrounding them were top international assassins, they were still a tier below the likes of Harris and Elder Snake.
"Thousand-Man Slayer" was not merely a title; it represented their identity and status.
If these six attacked simultaneously, Ling Feng was bound to die!
"Enough talk, kill!"
A thin middle-aged man standing at the forefront was the first to charge out. He wore tattered clothes, and anyone who didn't know better would mistake him for a beggar.
Yet, he was the youngest and most brutal among them.
As he surged forward, two custom revolvers appeared in his hands from nowhere, and he began firing madly at Ling Feng.
"Bang bang bang!"
In the blink of an eye, he unleashed over a dozen shots, his speed so extreme that his handguns seemed to mimic machine guns.
The five individuals behind him, who had intended to pursue directly, stopped dead in their tracks upon witnessing this.
"That bastard Ghost Gun, using his deadly rapid-fire technique right from the start, truly insane!"
"Don't get close! This madman's bullets are custom-made and poisoned. One shot and you're dead for sure!"
"Damn it..."
Everyone's faces turned grim. It felt as if their prey had been snatched away, and they were filled with indignation.
However, Ling Feng's expression remained perfectly calm. Facing the incoming bullets, his body began to sway rapidly. The amplitude of his movements was not large, only a few centimeters left and right, but due to his extreme speed, over a dozen afterimages appeared.
Bang bang!
Crack!
The car behind him was hit, its glass shattering instantly.
Xiuxiu cried out in alarm, and Lin Shuainan quickly shielded her, taking cover behind the car.
Even so, they felt extremely vulnerable, their scalps tingling.
Three seconds later!
The gunfire stopped!
Yet, Ling Feng stood perfectly unharmed, as if he hadn't moved an inch.
"He... he dodged them all?"
Elder Snake stared intently at the scene before him, exclaiming in disbelief.
The expressions of the others grew even more somber. Even facing Ghost Gun's attack, they would have faced a nine-death, one-life situation. Even if they managed to dodge it by sheer luck, they would be in a sorry state and would have to rely on various cover.
But Ling Feng?
He had merely swayed his body a few times while standing in place.
This was utterly unbelievable!
Had Ghost Gun used fake guns today?
After all, he had once shot a powerful expert comparable to a terrestrial immortal into a sieve with this very move!
That was also the battle that made "Ghost Gun" famous, striking fear into countless people thereafter.
"Die!"
Seeing Ling Feng evade his attacks consecutively, Ghost Gun became extremely enraged.
But as soon as he uttered these words, Ling Feng, who had been standing with his hands behind his back, suddenly withdrew one hand from behind him. Then, with a flash, he instantly appeared before Ghost Gun.
Following him was a terrifying gust of wind that made it impossible to open one's eyes.
"So fast!"
Ghost Gun exclaimed, but before he could react, he saw Ling Feng's hand reaching for his chin.
He was going for the throat!
In this situation, if his vital point were seized, it would be fatal.
A ferocious glint flashed in Ghost Gun's eyes. He frantically raised his right hand, aiming his gun at his own chin, and fired.
He intended to fight Ling Feng to the death!
As long as Ling Feng forcibly seized his throat, this shot would inevitably pierce his hand...
Bang!
The gunshot rang out.
But Ghost Gun did not see Ling Feng's hand being pierced and bleeding. Instead, he heard a sound like iron striking metal.
Ding!
The bullet struck Ling Feng's wrist, yet it didn't penetrate even half an inch, falling to the ground.
"Impossible..."
Ghost Gun's eyes widened in disbelief.
His gun was custom-made; it could penetrate not just a person, but even a steel plate.
Yet, it had been blocked by flesh and blood.
Ling Feng gave him no time to ponder. He grabbed Ghost Gun's throat.
Crack!
Ghost Gun's neck was casually snapped by Ling Feng.
His eyes widened to their sockets, filled with death and terror. His entire body collapsed to the ground, unwilling.
Looking at the bullet still bouncing on the road, he could not comprehend it.
Why was he killed so easily!
He had true qi protecting him, and such fierce killing methods, so why was he killed?
Ghost Gun had no chance to ponder this question further.
But the group opposite watched this scene clearly.
Gasp!
Collective gasps of cold air erupted!
The five individuals who had been fighting over their prey were now deathly pale. The anger and resentment they had felt towards Ling Feng had completely extinguished.
They knew they had encountered a formidable opponent this time.
They were no longer sure who the prey was and who was the hunter.