Chapter 227: Chapter 227: Bloodthirsty Killer God _1
From the Great Grandmaster’s pressure, if it had been anyone else, they would have been scared witless, their legs giving out as they knelt on the ground.
But Ye Ming could see clearly that the man in the black robe did not show the slightest fear, only a puzzled expression in his eyes.
"Indeed, money is not so easy to make!" the man in the black robe chuckled and said, "I thought you were just an ordinary person, but it turns out you too are a master, and even a Great Grandmaster at that."
"But just a Great Grandmaster after all, reaching a bounty of ten billion, truly an eye-opener for me!"
"Today, I will claim those ten billion! Not even the king of heaven could stop me!"
"I will let you witness the might of the Bloodthirsty Killer God!"
Facing the master, the man in the black robe revealed his identity. He was the top assassin known throughout the world, the Bloodthirsty Killer God.
He possessed an extraordinary gift for precision, able to take someone’s life from a thousand miles away; with a sniper rifle in hand, no place was too remote to escape his pursuit.
He also had powerful close combat abilities, having reached the Lower Earth Rank in strength. His fighting style was extremely ruthless, his battle scenes incredibly bloody, thus he was dubbed with the moniker, Bloodthirsty Killer God.
"Bloodthirsty Killer God? What a distasteful name, don’t you feel embarrassed?" Ye Ming asked disdainfully.
The Bloodthirsty Killer God smiled indifferently, looking at Ye Ming as if he were looking at a dead man, and said, "I give you the chance to mock me because that’s the only thing you can do before you die!"
With that, the adversary kicked off the ground, his body coming directly towards Ye Ming.
Ye Ming looked on coolly. Even though his opponent was of Lower Earth Rank strength, in Ye Ming’s eyes, this was hardly worth noting.
Having killed too many, the wildness inside him had been stimulated. The moment his adversary made his move, Ye Ming likewise kicked off the ground and met him head-on.
The two met in mid-air, their fists colliding violently.
Ye Ming’s fist carried the full force of his body, along with a furious power; the Bloodthirsty Killer God was simply no match.
After a muffled sound, the man’s body flew back like a kite with its string cut, rolling several times on the ground before coming to a stop.
When he climbed to his feet, he was a mess, covered in dust and hair disheveled, looking completely disheveled.
"With just this level of skill, how dare you attempt to assassinate me?" Ye Ming asked with contempt.
The Bloodthirsty Killer God straightened his messy hair and sneered, "Don’t be smug too soon. Take a look at your hand and then talk!"
Ye Ming frowned, looked up, and sure enough, there was a shocking, bone-deep gash on his own fist.
He also smelled a stench of decay.
Those with Blood Clan lineage had bodies somewhat different from ordinary people.
Not only was their body much stronger than normal humans, but their skin also carried Corrupted Blood.
Once injured by him, if this Corrupted Blood came into contact with the wound, it could form a deadly poison and kill in an instant.
Clearly, the adversary often used such tricks in battle.
"How about that, are you afraid now?"
The Bloodthirsty Killer God wore a confident smile and said, "It won’t take long before your skin will ulcerate, then it will spread throughout your body, and you will experience a kind of pain like never before; you will wish for death!"
"Such is the fate when battling with our Blood Clan!"
"Ye Ming, you ultimately can’t beat me!"
He no longer attacked but wished to see Ye Ming tortured and battered, to watch Ye Ming kneel and beg for mercy, to die amidst pain and despair.
He greatly enjoyed this process, as it brought him infinite pleasure.
However, as time ticked by, Ye Ming still stood in the same place, as if nothing was wrong.
"Impossible, could my poisoned blood have lost its effect?"
The confidence on the face of the Bloodthirsty Killer God began to fade, replaced by astonishment.
He stared intently at Ye Ming, asking, "Are you just forcing yourself to stand? Do you think you can stop the spread of Corrupted Blood with just a bit of willpower?"
At this moment, Ye Ming looked at him as if he were looking at a fool, saying, "I’m not just forcing myself, your disgusting snot can’t cause me any real harm. I just want to know, are all members of your Blood Clan as talkative as you?"
"What a load of nonsense!"
After dropping those words, Ye Ming launched another attack.
Seeing him bouncing around as if nothing was wrong, the Bloodthirsty Killer God began to doubt his own abilities.
For a moment, he forgot about Ye Ming rushing toward him and was sent flying by a punch from Ye Ming.
"How is this possible!"
He glared at Ye Ming viciously, forcing his injured body to stand up again.
In reality, Ye Ming had indeed been affected by the Corrupted Blood, and he felt intense pain in his wounds.
But thanks to the Sky-shattering Stone Technique, the circulation speed of his Inner True Qi exceeded that of ordinary people, and in the blink of an eye, he had surrounded the Corrupted Blood with his True Qi, preventing it from spreading, allowing him to maintain a state indistinguishable from a healthy person.
"That’s not for you to worry about. What you need to think about right now is how to save your own life!" Ye Ming snorted coldly before launching another attack.
His punches landed on the Bloodthirsty Killer God, each one hitting flesh and emitting a chilling thud.
Bones shattered, eyeballs flew, and the chest cavity was already a mush of flesh and blood, too gruesome to behold.
And yet, he was still able to stand up.
Ye Ming marveled internally at the resilience of the Blood Clan’s descendants.
Encountering such a mutated being for the first time, he began searching his mind for information on the Blood Clan’s progeny.
Soon enough, he understood that the physical strength of the Blood Clan’s descendants was much greater than normal humans, capable of regrowing severed limbs within a short period, and even with severe wounds, they could rapidly heal themselves by drawing blood.
The only weakness was their fangs used for sucking blood.
As long as the fangs were broken, they would lose their ability to regenerate.
The Bloodthirsty Killer God shakily got up; despite his completely disfigured appearance, he could still maintain a standing position and said to Ye Ming, "Don’t dream! With just this little skill, you think you can kill me, that’s a joke!"
"We of the Blood Clan are immortal; you can’t kill me!"
Ye Ming nodded and replied, "Alright, those are your words. If I break your fangs and you still can’t die, I’ll admit you’re formidable!"
With those words, the arrogant expression on the Bloodthirsty Killer God’s face was instantly wiped away.
His voice even trembled.
"You... how do you know that? Why do you know our weakness?"
"How exactly did you find out?"
