Liu Fei's body was moving at extreme speed, while simultaneously performing unusually small-scale high-frequency vibrations. These vibrations created a visual illusion for pursuers, as if his body was composed of countless overlapping shadows, making it impossible to lock onto the real body.
As Ironhead once said, "All martial arts in the world can break through anything, only speed cannot be broken!" Therefore, Ironhead's training for Liu Fei's speed had reached an unbearable level of cruelty. Chasing by Wind Wolves was relatively lenient training for Liu Fei. What haunted Liu Fei the most was using blades to form a fan, making him punch while the fan rotated. The speed of the fan would gradually increase according to Liu Fei's punching speed, although it remained within the range of Liu Fei's punching speed, the immense psychological pressure kept Liu Fei's nerves on edge for a long time.
The benefit of such inhuman training was that Liu Fei not only possessed astonishing speed but also mastered precise control over it.
As the saying goes, mastery of one leads to mastery of many. Because Liu Fei could control speed effortlessly, he also had a natural talent for sculpture, which inherently involves controlling speed and position, combined with a certain level of artistic talent.
Although Liu Fei didn't interact with residents of the slums, he was intimately familiar with the area. Amidst his rapid dashes, his dizzying changes of direction left onlookers bewildered.
Of course, Zhang Wen and Zhang Wu were no strangers to the slums either. For this ambush, they had scanned the entire slum and memorized a holographic map, which was now deeply ingrained in their minds.
Zhang Wen and Zhang Wu never underestimated any target. Before every operation, they made thorough preparations.
A reputation is earned through actions!
In just two years, Zhang Wen and Zhang Wu had risen from over two thousandth place to just over five hundredth place, a climb that spoke volumes about their formidable strength.
In the world of assassins, many people had high hopes for Zhang Wen and Zhang Wu, considering them as one of the most promising young assassins.
Compared to ordinary assassins, the advantage of Zhang Wen and Zhang Wu lay not in being two individuals, but in the terrifying mental connection they shared.
Though Liu Fei's speed astonished the brothers, they remained unfazed, gradually tightening their encirclement.
Closer!
Closer!
Liu Fei reached a dead end, the brothers' hoverboards silently gliding through the air, forming a semicircular encirclement.
From beginning to end, Liu Fei remained within the range the two had locked onto.
No matter how fast Liu Fei ran, he couldn't outrun the hoverboards. The hoverboards modified by Zhang Wen and Zhang Wu not only surpassed a height of one and a half meters but also almost doubled their speed. Intercepting from two directions, Liu Fei had no chance of escape...
Closer!
Closer!
Zhang Wen's pupils contracted sharply, like pinholes, his icy gaze fixed on the target. According to the plan, the target had been driven to the end of the dead end. Without a hoverboard, he couldn't possibly leap over the several meters high wall in an instant. Even if he could climb over, his speed would slow down in that instant. Furthermore, Zhang Wu had already intercepted early on top of the wall.
Zhang Wu hovered in the air, concealed under the shade of a tree, watching the approaching figure. In his eyes, Liu Fei was already a dead man.
Zhang Wu licked his dry lips, in his hand, a sharp, gleaming sickle, he could almost imagine his own curved blade sweeping across the target's throat, raising a spray of blood, and his tongue would taste a faint hint of salt...
Go for it!
The two brothers were in sync, with Zhang Wen's hoverboard accelerating sharply behind Liu Fei, directly chasing the figure ahead. Zhang Wen aimed to close in on the target just as they approached the end of the dead end, coordinating with Zhang Wu to complete the hunt. This coordination, honed through countless trials, had never failed. Both Zhang Wen and Zhang Wu were extremely confident in their teamwork.
Closer!
Closer!
A wicked grin spread across Zhang Wu's face. He was almost certain that the target would leap into the air just as they neared the wall. That would be his moment of demise. In mid-air, no matter how agile one's movements, they would inevitably become sluggish, and most importantly, they would follow a predictable trajectory. After all, humans couldn't change direction in the air like birds; even if they could, the change would be minimal.
Zhang Wu was prepared to strike. His lurking angle would prevent the target from leaping in any direction...
Incredibly fast speed!
Watching the shadow rushing towards them like a ghost, Zhang Wu suddenly felt something amiss.
The person grew up in the slums; they must know this was a dead end. So why would they enter?
In the blink of an eye, the shadow reached the base of the wall, leaving Zhang Wu with no time to think.
There was only one option: to strike!
Suddenly!
Both Zhang Wu, intercepting, and Zhang Wen, chasing, widened their eyes almost simultaneously. Instead of leaping high as expected upon entering the ambush, the shadow slammed heavily into the wall of the dead end...
With a deafening thud, the wall, unbelievably, cracked open a hole as tall as a person, raising a cloud of dust. The shadow vanished on the other side of the wall.
This is bad!
Just as the two brothers were dumbfounded, a sense of extreme danger spread through the air.
"Zhang Wu..." Zhang Wen bellowed suddenly.
But it was too late. In that split second of Zhang Wen's shout, a shadow leaped into the air, a cold glint slicing through the sky, as bright as the stars in the night sky.
Zhang Wu's body jerked suddenly, and in that moment, he caught sight of that dazzling glint, then felt a chill on his neck. The light vanished, and the shadow disappeared.
Zhang Wu didn't scream; the sickle fell from his grasp as he clutched his neck with both hands. Blood gushed out from between his fingers. Zhang Wu stared dumbfounded at Zhang Wen, who rushed towards him, his eyes revealing a hint of disbelief.
"Zhang Wu!" Zhang Wen cried out.
"Brother..."
With a heavy thud, Zhang Wu toppled off the hoverboard from atop the wall, the hoverboard losing control, crashing into the tree before dropping to the ground.
"Zhang Wu..."
Brothers are connected by heart. The knife that cut Zhang Wu's neck was like cutting Zhang Wen's neck. Zhang Wen didn't care about the flying skateboard. He suddenly exerted force with his feet, jumped down from it, and rushed towards Zhang Wu on the ground like crazy.
A bright line cut through the night sky, gorgeous and incomparable.
With a heart-pounding muffled sound of "Puff", Zhang Wen's body seemed to be electrocuted and solidified. At this moment, not only Zhang Wen's body solidified, but also time and space seemed to be solidified.
Slowly, slowly, Zhang Wen lowered his head with difficulty. On his chest, there was a high-quality alloy like a ruler.
Zhang Wen tried to raise his head. He saw the target slowly walking towards him. The target was a young man with a slender figure, a cold face, and a pair of indifferent eyes, as if nothing in the world could move him.
"Let... let me pass..." Zhang Wen tried to say a sentence, and then staggered step by step towards the place where Zhang Wu fell.
Liu Fei's body did not stop, still walking towards Zhang Wen step by step. Just when he passed by Zhang Wen, Liu Fei waved his hand, and the high-quality alloy ruler was pulled out of Zhang Wen's chest, bringing a burst of blood rain, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
Liu Fei did not look back, and disappeared into the darkness with big strides.
With a "thump", Zhang Wen's body fell to the ground. Zhang Wen was not dead yet, and his face was pale.
Under the dim light, Zhang Wen crawled on the ground little by little with his hands. Behind him, a blood trail was shocking. Finally, Zhang Wen crawled to Zhang Wu's side. Zhang Wu's throat was cut open with a huge cut, and blood soaked his upper body. He had already died.
Zhang Wen tried to take off his clothes and put them on Zhang Wu, but he couldn't take them off. Slowly, slowly, Zhang Wen felt his eyes blurry and his brain was like a movie. He remembered playing on the seesaw with his brother when he was a child, sharing a candy, changing clothes, and when he grew up, he picked up girls together, practiced martial arts together, became a killer together, and fought for his ideals together... Zhang Wen leaned his head against his brother's head, and a smile appeared on his face. That smile was frozen on his face...