Chapter 226: Chapter 226: Turmoil in the World of Assassins _1
The assassin named Kevin had been itching for action, and at this moment, he discarded his gun for a sharp dagger and charged at Ye Ming.
His movements were incredibly fast, the blade slicing through the night air, heading straight for Ye Ming’s neck.
Ye Ming didn’t budge, a look of disdain flashing in his eyes.
Just as the attacker was about to reach him, Ye Ming reached out, grabbed the assailant’s wrist, and with a sharp pull, there was a snap—immediately the attacker knelt on the ground, screaming in agony as the dagger fell beside him.
"Such mediocre skills, and yet you dare to strut around, truly laughable!"
Ye Ming looked at him indifferently, then, after speaking, he went one step further by stepping on the man’s shoulder.
Another snap, the man’s arm was trampled out of shape, rendered completely useless.
Before the man could scream out again, Ye Ming punched him in the jaw, then, without giving him another glance, turned to the remaining two assassins and asked, "Who among you is next to court death?"
The two remaining assassins exchanged incredulous looks.
They had killed countless people, living every day on the knife’s edge, but they’d never seen murder methods so clean and ruthless.
Moreover, their comrade had been utterly powerless before Ye Ming—the difference between them wasn’t slight.
To be safe, they gave up on the chance to fight Ye Ming up close, instead retreating rapidly, picking up their guns, and aiming at Ye Ming’s head, they immediately pulled the triggers.
They wanted to kill Ye Ming instantly, to claim the bounty, but that was just a pipe dream.
The bullets stopped half a meter in front of Ye Ming and dropped to the ground.
They were seeing such an eerie occurrence for the first time.
For a moment, the remaining two were stunned.
"Wang Defa, why aren’t the bullets working against him?"
Ye Ming didn’t give them a chance to react, he strode forward and punched one of them in the chin.
After a muffled sound, half a tongue dropped to the ground, and the assassin closed his eyes, instantly gone.
The sole survivor was scared witless, his body going limp on the ground.
But his mouth was still tough.
"Ye Ming, I give you a piece of advice, you’d better not harm me, otherwise, the consequences will be severe for you!"
"There are many of us, we...""
"Enough, I don’t have time to listen to your nonsense." Ye Ming approached slowly, speaking leisurely, "You mean to say, if I kill you, countless assassins will come to take revenge, right?"
"There’s a saying here, ’when there are too many lice, they don’t itch.’ There are already many people attempting to kill me, what are you in comparison?"
Ye Ming revealed a ferocious smile and then, he approached the assassin and twisted his neck.
More and more assassins were killed by Ye Ming, the bodies piled up into a mountain.
Ye Ming grew more and more excited, the murderous aura on his body becoming increasingly dense; he might have never killed so freely before.
But he also realized a problem: with the lure of a hefty reward, there would be no lack of willing fighters, just like flies that couldn’t be swatted away.
If this continued, Ye Ming would eventually run out of steam, so it might be better to capture a more significant figure.
Just as he was contemplating this, a slender bullet flew towards him from the darkness of the night sky, heading straight for his forehead.
The accuracy of this bullet was nearly perfect—if it hit, Ye Ming would undoubtedly die.
Regrettably for the shooter, Ye Ming had the Protective Jade Amulet with him. A streak of golden light flashed, and the bullet fell to the ground.
But another bullet followed swiftly, striking precisely in the same spot without any deviation.
From this, it was clear that the shooter was absolutely a master with a gun.
...
Two kilometers away from Ye Ming, a man in a black robe fixed an icy gaze on his target.
An ice-cold gleam radiated from his eyes as he shouldered a sniper rifle, the scope trained on Ye Ming’s figure.
Two consecutive shots rang out, but both were blocked by some strange object, filling his heart with boundless confusion.
"What on earth is that thing? Why can’t the bullets penetrate?"
"I refuse to believe it’s that supernatural. Try and catch another one if you dare!"
If it hadn’t been for that strange golden light screen, he would already have been able to exchange Ye Ming’s head for a bounty.
Therefore, he once again leveraged his formidable aiming talent and squeezed the trigger.
After the sound of the gunshot, a vicious expression crossed the man’s face as he cursed through gritted teeth, "Let’s see if you survive this time!"
However, when he looked toward Ye Ming’s direction again, a shock went through his heart.
Ye Ming had vanished from his original spot, and no matter how he searched, he couldn’t find Ye Ming’s location.
His scope was equipped with night vision, which allowed him to pinpoint the enemy’s location with greater precision, but now, Ye Ming, who had been in the crosshairs just moments ago, had suddenly disappeared.
"You better come out right now; I don’t believe you can just disappear into thin air. Even if you hide underground, I will find you!"
He spat out the words cursively.
"What if I am right behind you?"
Ye Ming’s voice suddenly came through, startling the man in the black robe.
He scrambled to his feet, looking at Ye Ming with a face filled with terror, and asked, "When did you find me?"
Ye Ming replied coldly, "Right when you were searching for me."
"Taking shots from behind, you seem quite skilled at that. But don’t you think such tactics are extremely cowardly?"
"Choose how you want to die; pick a death."
"Heh!" The man in the black robe sneered and swiftly backed away, creating distance between himself and Ye Ming.
"This is my tactic, and it’s the simplest way to kill you, but I didn’t expect you to be so bizarre that my bullets were all blocked!"
Afterward, he methodically stowed his sniper rifle and said to Ye Ming, "However, do you think I can only shoot from behind? I just wanted to use the simplest method to finish you."
"Since you’ve come to me on your own, I won’t be polite!"
He didn’t know Ye Ming well, but the mere fact that Ye Ming could instantaneously appear behind him without his notice was proof enough of Ye Ming’s strength.
Nevertheless, the man in the black robe was no pushover.
Not only was he known as a sniping god in the world today, but he was also a descendant of the Blood Clan, making close-quarters combat no issue for him.
The many eyes that were observing from nearby, yet hesitant to approach, were enough to prove his formidable strength.
Ye Ming looked at him indifferently and said, "Then let’s give it a try. Let’s see how you’re going to kill me!"
Upon finishing, an aura of might immediately emanated from Ye Ming, pressing down on the man in the black robe.
