Chapter 55: Assassin, Mo Liuqi
"Assassin!"
In the moment when the silver light flashed, Lu Changkong, who had just broken through to the second stage of the Qi Pellet realm, reacted.
His embroidered clothes swelled up, emitting a booming shout.
Nie Changqing's pig-killing knife was already drawn and spinning rapidly in the air.
Ning Zhao, in her white dress, gracefully leaped in front of Lu Fan. Even Nie Yu, weak from vomiting, held the chessboard with a fierce expression.
The atmosphere instantly became tense, as if filled with a palpable sense of danger.
"Get lost!"
Lu Changkong roared lowly.
With this shout, he infused it with spiritual energy, making his voice sound like a booming bell, trying to deter the sudden attack of the assassin.
...
Mo Liuqi was a professional assassin.
But, he actually didn't like assassination.
He detested the smell of blood, but in the martial world, one's choices were limited.
Moreover, the Mo family trained him to become the second best assassin in the world, not to sit idly.
Furthermore, this mission was personally assigned to him by that woman, and he couldn't refuse.
His mentor who taught him the art of assassination once said that as an assassin, he couldn't have emotions.
Because emotions would interfere, making him soft-hearted.
But Mo Liuqi couldn't do it, so he remained second best and could never become the best.
He wasn't an emotionless assassin; he had emotions, even more intense than ordinary people. He silently loved a woman, suppressing his affection, making his feelings accumulate like a volcano over millions of years.
He didn't want to take on this mission, nor did he dare to.
Assassinating the Grandmaster of Da Zhou, the Master of Confucianism, a formidable figure with the strength of a master... Even the person ranked first in the world didn't dare to take it. Why would he, the second best in the world, dare?
But, he couldn't refuse when the woman found him.
The words of refusal he had prepared dissolved into a soft word, "Okay."
So, he came.
He was prepared for the irreversible.
He didn't like Beiluo City because the city was too eerie.
However, even though he didn't like it, this city would become his burial ground.
His life, even unto death, was not his own.
Mo Liuqi thought a lot on the donkey cart.
He bought a cheap pearl hairpin from a roadside stall and carved the woman's name on it with scissors.
If he could walk out of this city alive, he would personally give her this hairpin.
...
Nie Changqing gripped the pig-killing knife, and his blood and qi exploded six times.
His eyes were like torches.
The pig-killing knife rose, and invisible sword energy surrounded him, spiritual energy surged out of his Qi Pellet, enveloping his whole body.
Lu Changkong's second-stage Qi Pellet, with his hair flying, was as powerful as a fifth or sixth clang master.
Both stood in front of the assassin.
In the moment when the silver scissors appeared, both of them thought of a name.
The second best assassin in the world, Silver Scissors Mo Liuqi.
"Soul-piercing scissors, silent assassination!"
This was how the world evaluated him—second only to the world's best assassin, Mo Yixun.
Mo Liuqi's speed was too fast.
Pretending to be a common cart driver, pretending to accidentally fall to the ground, but in an instant, he attacked.
This was a planned assassination.
There were no explosions of a master's blood and qi.
The assassin wanted it to be silent and unnoticed.
Mo Liuqi's expression was cold, his eyes locked onto the white-haired Grandmaster.
His speed was too fast.
In an instant, he approached Lu Changkong and Nie Changqing.
Clang clang!
Two crisp sounds.
The silver scissors struck Nie Changqing's pig-killing knife, causing his movement to pause.
By the time Lu Changkong and Nie Changqing came to their senses, Mo Liuqi had already passed by them like a shadow.
The assassin's lightness skill was astonishingly elusive.
Luo Yue snapped back to his senses.
He roared, his eyes wide with fury, exerting the aura of a top warrior, ready to draw his knife.
However...
Chapter 55 Assassin, Mo Liuqi
Mo Liuqi's hair fluttered as his face remained calm and indifferent.
His body spun horizontally, and the tip of his foot landed on Luo Yue's hand that was drawing his knife, causing the half-drawn knife to be pushed back.
Mo Liuqi didn't kill anyone irrelevant to his mission.
Unlike the emotionless Faceless who was used to slaughter, he only killed his target. If they weren't the target, he wouldn't kill.
Luo Yue staggered back two steps, his face turning pale.
Watching Mo Liuqi pass by him like a fish, he felt a lingering fear in his heart.
If Mo Liuqi wanted to kill him, he would have died just now when the silver scissors grazed his neck.
The Grandmaster, with his white hair and cloudy eyes, remained calm in the face of Mo Liuqi's lightning-fast assassination.
He had anticipated it.
Rarely leaving the Imperial Capital, how could the Mo family miss this opportunity?
"Be safe, be careful," the Grandmaster said with a solemn expression.
He feared for Lu Fan's safety.
The Mo family's assassins were truly unmatched in the world.
It wasn't just an empty boast.
Boom!
The Grandmaster's robe billowed, swelling slightly.
The majestic qi gathered above his head.
His eloquence turned into a terrifying righteous aura, suppressing the assassin.
Lu Fan sat in his wheelchair, propping up his chin, his expression as calm as water, while his other hand lightly stroked the woolen blanket.
Masters of the Confucianism level... Could they be assassinated so easily?
Don't be fooled by the Grandmaster's frail appearance and weak blood and qi.
But...
When the Grandmaster's righteous aura roared, even a thousand troops would retreat.
Huh?
Suddenly.
Lu Fan raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised.
...
Mo Liuqi's face was as calm as water.
This mission was indeed hellishly difficult...
Confucianism's righteous qi.
So powerful! So terrifying!
The immense pressure made him lose the courage to swing his scissors at the Grandmaster, and even made him feel like kneeling.
Confucianism level!
Mo Liuqi took a deep breath.
The next moment, a resolute expression flashed in his eyes.
His body fell to the ground, and he raised the scissors high.
Stabbing it into his own thigh, he opened a bloody wound, the pain temporarily numbing the fear in his mind.
Freed from the oppression of the righteous qi, he once again became like a shadow, gritting his teeth as the indigo robe was blown hard against his body.
He was getting closer to the Grandmaster.
Five steps, four steps, three steps...
He could even see the young man with red lips and white teeth sitting beside the Grandmaster, his face smiling ambiguously.
However, Mo Liuqi didn't care. In his eyes, there was only the mission target.
The Grandmaster's robe fluttered, and he pushed his palm forward.
Boom!
Mo Liuqi's face changed drastically, his pupils shrinking, feeling as if he had slammed into a wall, blood spurting from his mouth and nose.
A low roar escaped from Mo Liuqi's mouth.
The silver scissors in his hand were thrown out.
The silver scissors, stained with blood, burst into splinters in the air.
The scissors spun rapidly, carrying immense force, aiming straight for the Grandmaster's head.
However, the Grandmaster tilted his head slightly, and the scissors brushed against his cheek, narrowly missing.
Luo Fan watched this scene, his brow furrowing slightly.
He picked up a black piece from the chessboard.
Mo Liuqi, with blood all over his face and the scissors barely missing, smiled faintly.
Instead of disappointment, there was a sense of relief.
"Azhu, I didn't let you down," Mo Liuqi murmured.
The next moment.
His fingers curled into claws, his face twisted with a hint of ferocity.
The scissors that had just missed froze in mid-air, spinning rapidly, making a swishing sound as it flew back towards the Grandmaster's head!
The silver scissors drew closer and closer to the back of the Grandmaster's head.
An inch, half an inch...
The Grandmaster's body stiffened, a sense of death enveloping him.
Suddenly.
Mo Liuqi's face froze.
Ding!
A crisp sound reverberated.
The flying silver scissors... were stopped.
Mo Liuqi saw that the tip of the silver scissors was only half an inch away from the Grandmaster's head, but it was stopped by a floating black chess piece.
That half an inch was like a world away.
Mo Liuqi stared wide-eyed, then turned his gaze to the side of the Grandmaster, where the young man in the wheelchair with red lips and white teeth sat.
But the young man looked somewhat surprised.
"Quite interesting, to be able to master the 'Willful Knife' technique on your own?"
"Not bad for a potential talent."
"Excellent."
The young man's lips curled up, showing appreciation, and said lightly.
As his words fell.
Mo Liuqi saw invisible currents surging around the wheelchair, and raised his hand to lightly clap towards him from a distant place.
Boom!
Mo Liuqi felt like his eyeballs were about to burst from their sockets, and bile was about to spew out.
His body lay on the ground, smashing it into cracks and craters, with cracks spreading continuously.
He was completely powerless, unable to move!
The terrifying pressure, like a mountain, was more domineering and oppressive than the Confucianism's righteous qi of the Grandmaster, more suffocating!
Invisible pressure was the most lethal.
"Azhu, I failed, I encountered a monster..."
Mo Liuqi was very sad.
This thought only flashed through his mind.
And then he completely passed out.
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