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When Lufan approached the group again, he noticed that thanks to the severely injured herbalist, their pace was not fast; they had only covered a few dozen zhang so far.
Lufan observed their walking route for a while, silently calculating, and then quietly moved ahead to a spot one hundred zhang away. He crouched down in the grass beside their path and silently activated the Turtle Breathing Divine Skill, entering a state of false death and suppressing all his presence.
He suddenly realized how useful the Turtle Breathing Divine Skill was in concealing one's presence; it was truly the best skill for assassination. What is most important for an assassin before carrying out a kill? It is to remain undetected, and the Turtle Breathing Divine Skill accomplishes this very well.
Lufan lay in ambush here for no other reason than to launch a surprise attack on these people, hoping to kill one of them.
He considered that the best way to draw them away would be to provoke their anger as much as possible, and the most effective way to provoke them would undoubtedly be to kill one of their own right under their noses.
Once they realized that the one daring to ambush them was merely an insignificant ant at the Refining Skin stage, they would surely fly into a rage and pursue him recklessly. At that point, he could naturally lead them elsewhere.
As for whether he might mistakenly harm an innocent person, Lufan was not worried at all. From what he had seen and heard, there was not a single good person among this group; they were all unworthy of pity and could easily be called scum.
With some time before they arrived, Lufan began to sort through everything that had happened today in his mind.
His urgency in dealing with these people had its reasons. The daughter of the Black-hearted Tiger could be said to be the greatest enemy of Fatty and Xiao Ling. Since they lacked the ability to take revenge themselves, it fell upon Lufan to act; it was his duty.
More importantly, that crazy woman’s words made Lufan take notice; she said she would go to Qingyang City to capture Xiao Ling.
Fatty and Xiao Ling were the most important people in Lufan's life in this world. Without them, he would have struggled to survive these years. The pressure from the entire world was not something that could be easily dismissed; that constant feeling of exclusion was enough psychological torment to drive someone insane.
For a time, Lufan's mindset became incredibly cold. The loneliness of his spirit often changed a person's personality and could easily lead one down a dark path. At that time, Lufan found himself teetering on the edge of danger.
If it weren't for Fatty and Xiao Ling's appearance, perhaps Lufan would have long since become an extremely selfish person—a dangerous individual willing to do anything to survive.
It could be said that Fatty and Xiao Ling were Lufan's psychological support. They cleared away the shadows from his heart, preventing him from falling into despair.
Thus, Lufan absolutely could not tolerate anyone wanting to harm them, especially not a madwoman who defied all logic.
With this woman's madness and the absence of the Black-hearted Tiger's restraint, she would undoubtedly become even more reckless. Lufan had every reason to believe that she would indeed go into the city to target Xiao Ling.
Lufan could not stay by Xiao Ling's side at all times to protect her, and these bandits had close ties with the city guards. Who knew what unexpected tactics they might employ?
Therefore, the best course of action was to eliminate them in advance to prevent future troubles!
Watching the bandits approaching not far away, Lufan's eyes glinted with killing intent. He quietly drew out his incredibly sharp dagger, ready to strike with lethal precision.
He had already chosen his target: the last thin, rat-eyed bandit, as he appeared to be the weakest.
Despite the imminent act of killing, Lufan felt no discomfort; only a chilling murderous intent brewed within him, waiting for the moment to unleash it.
Today marked his first confrontation with another person, and starting off against a Martial Cultivator expert made it impossible not to feel nervous or afraid. His calmness stemmed entirely from the strong heart and exceptional calculating ability he had honed over the years.
This battle would yield him much—whether it was the mental and physical contest against Black-hearted Tiger or the clever application of the Turtle Breathing Divine Skill, both were invaluable experiences for him.
Having faced Black-hearted Tiger, Lufan felt remarkably calm when confronted with these individuals, even developing a sense that they were nothing special, despite his own mere First Rank strength.
This was not an illusion but a genuine feeling—a confidence in himself, a transformation of spirit. After all, not everyone had experienced life-and-death battles against a Fourth Rank opponent at the First Rank level and emerged victorious. This experience gave Lufan a significant advantage when facing lower-level Martial Cultivators.
Soon, a group approached Lufan, completely oblivious to his presence, almost brushing past him.
Lufan remained motionless; in his Turtle Breathing state, he felt extremely calm, even suppressing his killing intent to conceal it entirely.
Finally, the rat-eyed bandit stepped right in front of Lufan. He glanced around, occasionally letting his gaze linger on the beautiful woman ahead, revealing a hint of lewdness as he clearly entertained some unsavory thoughts.
Lufan paid no attention to this; his focus was solely on the bandit's throat and heart—those two spots would be his targets.
Now!
As the bandit took two steps past him, Lufan suddenly sprang into action. His right hand flashed with cold light; with a swift motion, he slashed across the bandit's throat. Then, pivoting halfway around, he drove the dagger forcefully into the bandit's heart from behind. With a twist of his wrist, he unleashed his strength, instantly turning that heart into mush!
With a swift strike, Lufan didn't even glance back to see the outcome. He quickly shrank back, using his body as cover, retreating in a straight line.
The entire process took less than a moment. Even a professional assassin witnessing this scene would have to marvel at Lufan's innate talent for becoming an excellent assassin.
The robbers in front only heard a commotion behind them. Turning around, they saw the last man clutching his throat, gasping for breath, his eyes rolling back. Yet, the enemy had vanished without a trace.
"Mouse!" several of them exclaimed, looking around frantically to locate their foe.
It turned out that the robber who had been attacked was named Mouse. It wasn't until his body fell to the ground that the others noticed Lufan standing more than ten paces away. They even clearly saw him making an extremely arrogant provocative gesture!
"You brat, you have some guts!" The scar-faced man immediately erupted with rage, shaking the ground and sending debris flying as he rushed towards Lufan, a peak Third Rank Martial Cultivator on par with Duanmu Xue!
The others quickly followed suit, leaving only the dying Mouse, the beautiful woman, and the herbalist she was holding behind.
"Truly useless," the beautiful woman said disdainfully as she stood over Mouse. "To be ambushed by someone at the Skin Refinement stage. You think you can covet my body? If it weren't for that old fool protecting you, I would have chopped you up long ago. But now it's fine; finally, someone has taken action for me. Seeing you in such pain, I'll send you on your way!"
With a heartless kick from the beautiful woman, Mouse's eyes widened in shock before he died. He never expected that his thoughts had been so easily read by others and that he would die at the hands of his own people.
"Now then," the beautiful woman said as she looked in the direction Lufan had fled, speaking to herself, "how should I thank this kind-hearted person? How about letting him be my pet? What do you think?"
She reached out to touch the herbalist beside her.
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