CHAPTER 140: CHAPTER 141: 4 SECONDS! (3000 WORDS!!)

When the piercing alarm sounded in his ears, although Lu Ren was a bit surprised, he felt no panic. For someone who hadn’t practiced infiltration assassination techniques, entering was already completing his mission.

Moreover, rushing face to face in front of Pengdi was already a rare feat, especially given his now overly large physique.

Due to practicing martial arts and the system’s comprehensive analysis of the Phoenix Falcon Fist Technique interpretations, his body began developing towards perfection, thereby reactivating the growth hormones inside, starting to develop his body to meet the energy demands of the fist technique.

In essence, a truly skilled Martial Path practitioner naturally has a larger physique compared to average people.

After all, to truly exert the power of the fist technique, one must possess sufficient speed and strength.

With his towering physique now, paired with his height, it didn’t make him appear cumbersome but rather a fusion of power and speed, like a swift human tyrannosaurus; seeing him, people would naturally shy away.

Anyone who sees Lu Ren’s body would undoubtedly believe he possesses explosive power within.

At the moment when Lu Ren, dressed in tight black combat suit, blasted open the door and rushed into the study, both Zeng Li and Pengdi’s pupils contracted.

"It’s you?!"

Especially Pengdi; it was he who initially accepted Meng Xian’s order, personally sending out four Class A assassins. He had already seen Lu Ren’s face many times.

Clearly severely injured, most bones already shattered, yet now Lu Ren was unharmed, charging at him like a primordial beast.

How could he recover so quickly?!

Or was it completely a smoke screen released internally by the Security Bureau?

They had already become some people’s abandoned pawns?!

The aura he emanated made him doubtlessly a genuine Great Perfectionist of Fist Technique!

What calamity was this, being so gravely injured yet still vigorous, and since when did he become a Great Perfectionist of Fist Technique?!

How could the information be so erroneous?!

This is a taboo in assassination!!

As a specialist in assassination streams, misjudging target information resulted in a series of subsequent errors.

Someone was indeed targeting their lives!

This violently shook Pengdi’s heart, yet decades of experience kept his face unchanged, despite his body gradually declining past sixty.

Yet, the Great Perfection of Fist Technique’s realm allowed him to preserve his body’s functionality to the greatest extent.

Though his body appeared somewhat emaciated, now under external stimulation, his muscles filled his clothing instantly.

Facing the two people ahead, Lu Ren remained silent, his eyes filled with icy killing intent, directly drawing out the Yan Form and Longquan swords from his sides without any hesitation to slash towards Pengdi.

Just then, chaotic commotion erupted from outside the room, as vigilant bodyguards hurriedly rushed over.

At most, only thirteen seconds available!

Having estimated in his mind, Lu Ren spared no effort, transforming Phoenix Falcon Fist Technique punches into Sword Form, exploiting his height advantage to slash down fiercely with the dual swords, producing a sharp, whistling sound as the air split.

Even a solid rock would be cleaved into pieces.

Indeed, Pengdi was a Great Perfectionist of Fist Technique. Although he hadn’t fought in years, his fundamentals were there. Despite the shocking surprise of Lu Ren’s abrupt arrival, he exhibited no stagnation in his movements.

Clang!!

He stepped back several paces, deftly reaching into a nearby wooden cabinet, pulling out a longsword adorned with fine patterns, its blade gleaming coldly under the light.

A genuine Eight-sided Han Sword!

Lu Ren found this scene rather funny, Mad!

Imagine Pengdi, known for handling dark assassination tactics, wielding a majestic Han Sword.

"To think you survived only to come here and seek death."

Pengdi’s eyes narrowed, as his muscles swelled into another dimension, hair standing on end under stimulation, entering a peculiar state.

His person and the sword seemed fused into one!

Lu Ren was slightly shaken, indeed, the opponent had one foot into the Bright Awakening Realm’s top-tier Martial Arts Family, else he couldn’t possibly influence the sword with his own magnetic field.

A sword capable of such a feat must be more than a mere Mortal Soldier; it’s undeniably superior to the Standard Weapons like the Yan Form in his hands.

Pengdi didn’t need to fight Lu Ren head-on; he just needed to hold off Lu Ren for ten seconds! No, merely five seconds for the Assassination Swordsmanship School’s disciples to arrive, and even if Lu Ren’s strength rose considerably, facing those swordsmen would only end in defeat.

Planning for delay?

How could Lu Ren not see through Pengdi’s intention; as the dual swords fell, his whole body’s muscles swelled vigorously, black tight combat suit bulging, leg muscles straining, pulling his body into a residual shadow under the light.

At this moment, under the operation of the Lamp of Freedom Observation in his heart, his eyes were exceptionally bright, and his spirit and willpower burned fiercely, like a comet rushing into Earth’s atmosphere, releasing its last flames to the utmost amidst intense friction.

He was now exerting his full strength, bringing out everything hidden at the bottom of the box, vowing to end the battle within ten seconds.

Using the Heart Seal technique!

Lu Ren’s gaze was soul-stirring as he locked eyes with Pengdi, thrusting his spirit and willpower into the other’s mind.

Seeing Lu Ren’s eyes, Pengdi’s mind buzzed suddenly, instantly hearing a piercing cry like thunder from a fiery red bird, continuously shaking his mind.

How dare you?!

Pengdi suddenly widened his angry eyes, shouting, his eyes bright and piercing, surprisingly not weaker than Lu Ren’s at this moment, instantly breaking Lu Ren’s Heart Seal technique.

Lu Ren wasn’t surprised at all. The opponent’s mental cultivation might have been higher than his. If it weren’t for the physical burden, it wouldn’t have been easy for him to handle, perhaps prompting an extremely fierce fight.

But right now...

Under such a strong mental impact, the Body-Sword Resonance state cultivated by Pengdi in the Supreme Hidden Dragon Secret Technique of the Assassination Swordsmanship was directly forced out, causing his body to show a trace of unnaturalness.

Good opportunity!

Whizz, whizz, whizz!!!

Lu Ren wielded twin swords, crazily stabbing with the Phoenix Beak technique of the Phoenix Falcon Fist, slicing and disrupting the airflow in the entire study with his twin longswords!

Although unwilling to show weakness, Pengdi faced Lu Ren’s desperate stance; simply avoiding his vital points allowed Lu Ren to attack without any intention of dodging. The high-strength alloy armor on him provided vast defense, barely withstanding Pengdi’s assault.

This scene nearly made Pengdi cough blood from anger.

In the fierce attack, under a mercurial silver flow-like momentum, within less than three seconds, despite Pengdi’s utmost efforts to evade and counterattack, under Lu Ren’s reckless assault, his body was still slashed with numerous gashes, blood flying, and causing significant damage.

His strength began to be continuously weakened.

Clang!!

The Yan Form, carrying immense power, directly knocked Pengdi’s Han Sword in his hand high into the air!

Thud-thump!!

Lu Ren’s chest emitted a heavy, drum-like sound, with Heart Burst, his incredibly strong heart acted like a pump, pressing blood like a high-pressure water gun to his limbs and every part of his body, causing his temperature to soar and bursting forth astonishing heat.

As if a furnace continuously emitting warmth.

Slice!!

A sharp sword thrust out, tearing through the air, power arisen from the heart, thrown with hands, directly stabbing the Yellow Dragon!

This was Lu Ren’s method of exerting fist strength after sparring with Chen Daoli using the Beidou Heart Intent Fist, though not mastering the True Intent, he still managed to yield double his own attack power!

Puff!

With a soft sound, Lu Ren’s Longquan Sword directly pierced through Pengdi and then flew out, embedding into the wall, leaving only the sword hilt still slightly trembling.

Pengdi’s neck was like a faucet opened, blood flowing incessantly, intense pain spread through his brain, leaving him unable to act, merely grasping Lu Ren’s wrist tightly.

Before dying, his eyes retained an intense disbelief.

As the top elder of the Assassination Swordsmanship school, a Great Perfectionist of Fist Technique couldn’t even withstand four seconds in Lu Ren’s hands.

"Killing you doesn’t take time, old man."

Lu Ren’s cold words sounded lightly as he expressionlessly pried open Pengdi’s wrist, snatching the Han Sword from his hand.

This sword was better than Longquan, with a light wrist movement, the balance of Han Sword was indeed perfect, definitely made with special alloy steel dedicated by a sword-master.

Pengdi fell face up to the ground, his eyes full of unwillingness. With his current physical functions, though far from his peak state, living to one hundred twenty years wasn’t difficult. He still had nearly sixty years left to enjoy, but at this moment, everything had ended.

In Lu Ren’s eyes, despite Pengdi being a Great Perfectionist of Fist Technique, he was only that in the past, now his body aged, and having long stopped rigorously cultivating and honing his skills over the years.

His will had been dulled by fame, profits, and desires, only engaging in petty, shady tricks unworthy of the stage, how could he compare with Lu Ren today.

Lu Ren no longer looked at Pengdi, after seizing the Han Sword from him, he stepped out, the door of the study was already filled with black-clad bodyguards wielding weapons or holding guns, rushing into the room.

He didn’t have any panic, with one step over, his figure flashed, already arriving beside Zeng Li, who was still stepping back, shocked, the Han Sword was already pressing against his shoulder and neck.

"If you step forward again, he will be dead."

Lu Ren’s voice had no major fluctuations, but his actions were unequivocal, lightly exerting force, and the sharp longsword drew a bloodstain on Zeng Li’s neck.

In his heart, he indeed scorned, Mad, he’d seen this scene enough in movies, never expected it would play out in such meme-worthy fashion.