Close-quarters combat relies on achieving significant effects within a short time frame. The accuracy of each strike is crucial. They weren't going to hold back once Bella issued a lethal threat. Noticing their attack didn't succeed, they furrowed their brows and, at the moment of landing, launched an even faster surprise attack.

"Woosh, woosh, woosh, woosh..." Man in black robes swiftly drew countless afterimages in the void with one hand, like a knife, suppressing Feng Yi in a matter of breaths. As the palm wind transmuted to the illusion of a scalpel, it swiftly pierced through Feng Yi's chest. Even those bodyguards accustomed to life-and-death situations stared blankly at this agonising scene that left a flurry of optical illusions.

Meanwhile, the shorter man merely paused after throwing a whip leg, storing power for a moment before leaping up for a second, explosive roundhouse kick. The opponent had no room to retreat; he could only face it with his body. But could an ordinary person take the toll from a Rank 2 warrior? Any contact would inevitably lead to injury if not death.

Feng Yi had just dodged the blade hand of the man in black, but the suppression continued, so he temporarily trapped the other with a raised arm.

However, the short man's whip leg attack hurtled towards them with a roaring momentum. Feng Yi, with his Tiger Claw readied, could only throw a short-range punch to counter...

"Wait! Danger!" For an instant, a stationary lady's pupils contracted numerous times. She tried to warn him, inexplicably, that he shouldn't take the punch, but there wasn't enough time to react.

"Smack..."

The whip leg collided with the fist in the blink of an eye. The sound of fracturing bones reverberated, followed by a sudden overwhelming surge of power. The shoes and trousers of the man in the onslaught disintegrated under the stormy breath, leaving his thigh wounded with fragments of crushed bones and mangled flesh.

A following sharp 'bang' echoed! Feng Yi swiftly spun and landed a kick, sending the man flying through the room wall, leaving a hole where he once stood.

Let's not talk about the final kick; how terrifying was that punch?

Being an assassin, he had become oblivious of everything but his target. But the attacker in black made no notice of this change. He heard a sound near his ears, but his movements were too swift. He strived to bring down Feng Yi in only 3 seconds. However, his relentless attacks had been effortlessly dodged as they turned into nothing but streams of blurred light. His lower body danced, sweeping in all directions, aiming for a full-scale suppression.

This man had become a killer, a weapon incarnated, his graceful movements being nonetheless fatal. The murderous aura now permeated the room. This was the aura developed by those who truly tread near death.

"Woosh..." His sweeping kicks were indiscriminate, as a kick sent Feng Yi flying, and all decorations behind him were neatly shaved off by the swift foot-knife. Even the lady had to gasp at this attack.

But the murderous man showed no signs of satisfaction at his destructive power nor any emotive release. In contrast, he was angered, for more than three seconds had passed, yet Feng Yi was still standing. To him, this was a regrettable failure. Only killing Feng Yi could soothe his stirred thoughts.

However, this renewed his calm, and he started advancing towards Feng Yi step by step... Meanwhile, Bella turned back, surprised that the man in black could last three seconds. Considering his bravado, she figured it was only natural for him to boldly face challenges alone. This man indeed had the confidence to negotiate a fair deal.

A woman, who remained silent, finally decided to speak. "You are not his match...let me."

"What!?" The man in black even seemed surprised but didn't argue. Only after slowly backing away did he notice that his partner was gone.

"You don't stand a chance against me either," Feng Yi disdainfully responded, a sardonic smile on his sombre, moonlit face. After all, who was Feng Yi of the Seventh District? It used to be said that he was not the sort to pick fights over rankings, but that man is now dead. Once a soldier, a Special Envoy, he had comrades, family, and responsibilities. But now, only burdens remained.

He came to realise that generosity wouldn't earn respect or bring good memories. In this survival-of-the-fittest era, strength was the only way to live. He would do anything within his power to fight for what he treasures, rather than waiting until it was too late, overwhelmed by sorrow and regrets, drinking away his sorrows by their graves.

"No one can threaten me anymore. Now, whoever wants to fight me, I will fight."

The woman that spoke up inexplicably felt a sense of foreboding. She wasn't blind to his destructive prowess, but that was secondary. For a First-Order warrior, it was the elevation of their state that was truly terrifying. It's said that the phoenix rises from the ashes and that greatness comes from the ordinary. The man in black presented an aura of extraordinary ordinary that was anything but ordinary.

Unfortunately, she chose to believe in facts. After all, such beings were few and far between in this world. With this in mind, the woman hovered in place, preparing to attack Feng Yi. Before the strike landed, however, she retreated...

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