The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 928

Chapter 928: 717 Fu Yunshen: Courting death! [2nd Update]

Very swift, with an air of readiness for a fight.

Ye Siqing was still in a daze when Ying Zijin pulled her behind with one hand.

"This Miss Ying." The leader of the black-clad men was also momentarily confused by the girl’s action. He shook his head and chuckled, "I really don’t know how you managed to say the word ’no.’ How, are you planning to use your Engineering Institute’s weapons to fight us?"

His gaze was filled with even more disdain: "Sorry, with your physique, you don’t even have the chance to make contact with us."

This Ying Zijin, whether in appearance or figure, was top-notch.

To just die like this, it’s somewhat a pity.

How about...

Just as this thought crossed the mind of the leader of the black-clad men, the girl moved.

"Seems like she’s got some skills." He smiled indifferently, "But I told you, you can’t possibly—"

"Bang!"

A loud crash exploded by their ears, shaking loose a brick from the alley wall.

The leader of the black-clad men fell directly to the ground, his body twisted grotesquely like a pretzel.

Ye Siqing’s mind was left with only one phrase from the dramas she’d watched.

Dislocating... Bone-breaking hand?

The other seven black-clad men couldn’t even glimpse the girl’s shadow.

They only felt an invisible pressure weighing down on them, crushing their bones until they hurt, blood gushing from their throats.

The existence of Inner Strength is known only to the Sage Academy.

After all, the Ancient Martial World was established in the 16th century, while the City of the World’s history spans thousands of years.

The black-clad men had no idea that there was something as miraculous as Inner Strength.

"Crack, crack—"

A series of minute cracking sounds echoed, the noise of bones breaking under pressure.

When contending with Xie Huanran, Ying Zijin was pushed to her limits several times, achieving new breakthroughs in her Ancient Martial Cultivation.

The further it went, the faster her Ancient Martial Cultivation recovered.

Now she has surpassed two hundred years in Ancient Martial Cultivation.

The wise seek strength within.

Ancient Martial Arts involve proactive cultivation, developing oneself.

Genetic Modification is merely an External Force, no matter how strong, it can’t compare to an ancient martial artist.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The Inner Strength enveloping the alley suddenly intensified, forcing the black-clad men to the ground.

In the silent alley, only the girl’s lazy, cool voice reigned: "Assassins, such chatterboxes."

Ridiculous.

The only assassins she had seen were Fu Yunshen and Qin Lingyu.

During an assassination, they moved like a Ghost.

This bunch of wannabes only knew how to spout nonsense.

Ye Siqing was stunned: "..."

The eight black-clad men were piled on top of each other like a human pyramid.

Their ribs shattered, arms broken, they couldn’t even attempt a struggle or counterattack.

Especially the first black-clad man who fell, his head was ringing, he couldn’t believe he failed without even making a move.

"These people have indeed undergone Genetic Modification." Ying Zijin jumped down from the wall, landing easily, "But they have nothing to do with the Knight Order of the City of the World; they’re part of the Assassin Organization."

The City of the World has its share of gray trades and areas inaccessible to ordinary people.

Much like the Underworld of Europe.

The leader of the black-clad men stiffened upon hearing this.

He gritted his teeth, desperately trying to crush a chip inside his mouth.

The next second—

"Crack!"

His jaw was forcibly dislocated.

The leader of the black-clad men let out a piercing scream.

But his scream couldn’t escape the alley, suppressed by Inner Strength.

"Do you really think I’d let you go back to report?" Ying Zijin lowered her head, smiling slightly, "You want to kill me and still think you can return alive?"

Her gaze was as cold as a spring, devoid of any emotion.

The black-clad men couldn’t help but shiver.

Were they really facing just a 19-year-old girl?!

The black-clad men had taken on other assassination missions, even infiltrating the Yuh Family.

Never had they encountered a target who pressured them as much as Ying Zijin did.

Ye Siqing just watched as the girl effortlessly lifted two two-meter-tall black-clad men, one in each hand, and tossed them into the nearby river.

Then she returned, casually rolling the remaining black-clad men into the river using an iron rod as if she were playing with a hoop.

The river rumbled beneath the gentle breeze in utter silence.

The City of the World is fraught with conflicts, as long as they don’t cause trouble in the Central District, incidents like street bombardments have happened before.

Yet Ye Siqing had never before seen such close-quarters combat firsthand.

"Junior Sister Ying." She finally recovered, cautious, "Can you teach me some Kung Fu?"

Ying Zijin pondered for a moment: "Sure, but the process will be quite painful."

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