With slight contact, it was a crush, just slightly slower than Feng Ying!
Up to this, none of the opponent's eight men survived. It was a textbook wipeout.
Feng Yin promptly cleaned up the surrounding corpses, assuring no traces were left behind, and quickly departed.
...
"Tender Grasp struck again!? I thought that guy was hiding!"
"This time Crescent Moon are the unlucky ones—their three targets were all taken down."
"Where at?" someone immediately got hyped up.
"I don't know."
"This bloody..."
"...I remember Crescent Moon moved in a group of eight, did they seriously get wiped out!?"
"Currently, the confirmed deceased are from Crescent Moon, but it's impossible for the others to sit by while their comrades perish, most likely they were wiped out too!"
"Was there any distress signals?"
"None found."
"…"
"Search for it."
"How come I recall the Heavenly Judgment showing the direction of mission targets, why isn't there any now?"
