C118 Assassination

Zuo Feng's gaze was attracted by the small book in the metal box. That line of words was like a spell as it hovered in front of Zuo Feng's eyes, "The circulation of energy is endless, and the Qi between each inch is endless. When I borrow strength, I can feel that …"

This martial skill was not just a fist, palm, blade, or sword type martial skill, but a small trick of channeling power. This martial skill could only defeat the opponent more quickly and effectively when the opponent's cultivation was lower.

However, since the opponent's cultivation was inferior to his, their spirit energy and physical toughness would naturally be slightly lower as well. In such a situation, this kind of martial skill seemed to be extremely weak. Thus, when Zuo Feng first saw it, he did not think much of it. However, when he saw the contents, a flash of inspiration appeared in his mind.

Zuo Feng then picked up the booklet again and roughly looked through it, before happily putting it away in his pocket. After which, he continued to walk through the tunnel. After all, he had fought two battles on the second floor earlier, and he had spent quite a bit of time doing so.

Not long after Zuo Feng walked into the passageway, the spiral tower slightly trembled and continued spinning. More than ten small doors appeared on the second floor, and some of the losers walked out. The stone tower's second floor also had many stone steps extending out from the walls. Some of the losers were injured, but those that weren't seriously injured directly jumped down from the second floor.

The group of leaders waiting below revealed smiles and sighed, shaking their heads. The gaudy man who came with Zuo Feng was also among the losers. Seeing that he was the only one eliminated, Uncle Tian smiled and nodded. He subconsciously looked toward the third floor.

The old man didn't pay any attention to the losers and instead paid attention to the changes in the stone tower. When he saw the stone tower stop spinning in a very normal manner, he let out a sigh of relief. After that, he turned the empty hourglass on his hand over and slowly closed his eyes.

At this moment, Steward Wang had an anxious expression on his face. However, when he looked carefully at the person who came out, he couldn't help but reveal a trace of doubt.

At this time, Zuo Feng had also arrived at the hall on the third floor. There was already a tall and skinny young man standing in the middle of the hall. The young man's face was a waxy yellow. Combined with his skinny figure, he looked like a sick ghost that had yet to recover from a long illness.

When he saw this yellow-faced man, Zuo Feng's face became serious. He couldn't help but to say to himself, "After reaching the third stage, the remaining people are all exceptionally strong." The battles in the future will probably become more and more difficult.

Just as Zuo Feng was looking at the yellow-faced young man, the young man was also looking at Zuo Feng. Then, the yellow-faced man sneered and said, "I didn't think a kid like you could come to the third floor. It seems that the people participating in this year's smelting trial aren't that strong." You have two choices, die... Or back the way we came. "

Seeing the yellow-faced man looking at him with such disdain, Zuo Feng was not angry at all. His own age had probably become a type of protection for him. The more the other party looked down on him, the easier it would be for him to surprise them.

Seeing that Zuo Feng was still looking at him coldly, the yellow-faced young man smiled and said, "Actually, I really can't bear to see you leave. I like hearing my little friend's screams before he dies the most." Seeing your tender skin, your dismemberment must be even more wonderful. "

As the yellow-faced man spoke, his yellow face seemed to turn slightly red from excitement. Then, he started to cough violently. If anyone who knew this young man well, they would know that this was the sign that he was about to make a move.

The yellow-faced young man, who was violently coughing, suddenly lowered his head with a ferocious look on his face. Then, his body gradually started to sway. Zuo Feng's pupils suddenly contracted. He could clearly see the yellow-faced man's body swaying, but he quickly took a small, odd step forward.

This small step contained a certain rhythm, making people unable to resist listening carefully. However, in Zuo Feng's sea of consciousness, a trace of psychokinesis suddenly spread within his brain, and then his brain suddenly came to its senses. This footsteps actually had the effect of disturbing his mind. Although Zuo Feng was completely awake at the moment, he still pretended to be in a daze.

At the same time, he was also carefully observing the other party's footsteps, hoping to find some clues.

The yellow-faced man sneered. Then, he continued to walk with strange steps and slowly arrived in front of Zuo Feng. With a wave of his hand, a foot long dagger flew out from his sleeve. The yellow-faced man precisely wielded the dagger and slashed towards Zuo Feng's arm.

Just as the dagger was about to hit Zuo Feng, Zuo Feng's dull eyes instantly lit up. Raising his left arm to meet the dagger, his right fist was at the same time filled with spiritual energy as he ruthlessly threw a punch at the yellow-faced man in front of him.

This change was too sudden. When the yellow-faced man saw the glint in Zuo Feng's eyes, he knew that he had been set up by him. But at this moment, the dagger could not be retracted. He could only raise his other hand in front of his body.

"Ding, peng"

The yellow-faced man's dagger was sent flying by the cage on Zuo Feng's wrist, and at the same time, his right fist ruthlessly landed on the yellow-faced man's arm. The yellow-faced man hurriedly raised his hand to block, while Zuo Feng's right fist, along with his opponent's arm, smashed onto his chest.

Although his right arm wasn't as powerful as his left arm, it still possessed quite a bit of destructive power. The yellow-faced youth's body was sent flying backwards. His feet dragged on the ground for more than two zhang before he finally managed to stabilize himself. He then covered his chest and began to cough violently.

After coughing a few times, the yellow-faced man raised his head with a resentful look and said with gritted teeth, "You little b * stard, you schemed against me." He can actually not be afraid of my 'Phantom Sound Steps', good, good, good. "

When the yellow-faced man said the last word, he fiercely said three words of 'good'. Then, he took out ten black balls from his bosom. Although Zuo Feng did not know what the black ball was, he still put up a defensive posture.

The yellow-faced man repeatedly waved his hand, throwing out the black ball. However, none of these balls flew towards the left wind. Instead, they were all thrown towards the surrounding walls of the hall. Zuo Feng was initially confused, but he soon understood what the other party was trying to do.

Because each black ball was aimed at a spirit stone on the wall, the moment the black ball was hit, it immediately exploded into a puddle of black liquid. This black liquid was extremely viscous and would instantly wrap around the Spirit Light Stone. As the black balls exploded one by one, the room became dimmer and dimmer until it was completely dark.

The hall was completely sealed off, and once these Spirit Stones were covered, no other light could shine in. In this kind of environment, the two of them had to fight in the dark.

Just as the hall was completely enveloped in darkness, the yellow-faced man suddenly sneered and said, "Let me tell you, I'm actually not an expert in direct combat. I'm an assassin, I like the dark, I like assassination, I like torturing people to madness in the dark. Just you wait... "Heh heh."

His voice echoed in the hall, but in the next moment, Zuo Feng's body moved. He suddenly rushed to his left and spun around without the slightest pause. He used the spinning force to lift his leg and sweep out.

"Bang!"

A dull sound of impact rang out, followed by the muffled groan of the yellow-faced man in the darkness, followed by the sound of him tumbling nonstop on the ground.

Moments later, the man's hurried breathing and frightened and furious voice came from the darkness: "Impossible, how could you, how could you know where I was?"

Zuo Feng then said indifferently, "Because you talk too much nonsense. Are all the assassins as full of nonsense as you?"

The yellow-faced man coughed violently once more, as if Zuo Feng's words had deeply affected him. After a long time, the yellow faced man opened his mouth again and said, "Little brat, you brought this upon yourself. I won't let you die happily."

After the yellow-faced man said this, he didn't speak again. His panting also disappeared, and at this time, he had completely merged into the darkness. When Zuo Feng saw this situation, he did not panic at all. Instead, he slightly curled the corner of his mouth and a black short blade appeared in his hand.

Following that, Zuo Feng's body also started to move slowly, but he also restrained his breath and breath. Ever since before he saved his master and killed that little Six-Eyed, he had gained a new understanding of Sensory Perception. During this time, he had also taken some time to study it.

Because he had lost his ability to detect with spirit energy, he had recovered to his original state, relying on his sharp vision, hearing, and sense of smell to sense his surroundings. Although there was no light in this complete darkness, which meant that he had lost his sight, with Zuo Feng's sharp hearing and sense of smell, he could still roughly determine the location of his opponent.

He could feel that the yellow-faced man had already snuck up behind him, carefully lurking towards him. However, he was not able to pinpoint the exact position of the person in question. Zuo Feng smiled as he reached out to take out a paper bag and scattered the powder within it around him. After that, Zuo Feng started to hold his breath, because he did not dare to absorb the powder again.

As the yellow-faced man approached Zuo Feng, his ears twitched slightly. His specially trained ear had already completely locked onto Zuo Feng's position, and due to his nervousness, he couldn't help but lick his slightly dry lips. As an outstanding assassin who had been specially trained since childhood, Zuo Feng's calmness made him feel somewhat uneasy.

However, he still hadn't managed to take any advantage of Ye Xiwen. Instead, he had been humiliated time and time again, and this made the yellow-faced man extremely angry. After that, without any hesitation, he sped up his pace and fiercely stabbed towards Zuo Feng.

However, when the yellow-faced man entered the one meter radius from the left, it was also his last breath. After this breathing, he would hold his breath until the assassination was completed. However, it was this last light breath that made his chest itch.

"Cough …"

Although he only let out a light cough, the yellow-faced man secretly said to himself, "Not good." Just as he was about to retreat, he felt a slight chill coming from his left chest.