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"I ask myself if I have offended anyone; I don't understand why they are targeting me." Sitting behind the protective bulletproof barrier, Ron appeared unusually calm, swirling the wine in his glass, seemingly quite at ease.
It was a natural demeanor of having everything under control.
Although he seemed to have already concluded the identity of the person before him, he showed no intention of revealing it, nor did he exhibit any desire to use it as a threat or bargaining chip.
If it weren't for the time he sensed someone's gaze in the Imperial Capital, Yang Xiaoyou might still be unable to see through the depths hidden beneath that mask.
"Offend? Perhaps I haven't actively offended you, but your actions have affected me more than once or twice. Moreover, if I hadn't come here today, I would likely be facing absolute passivity." As he gazed at the shadow that was impossible to read, Yang Xiaoyou couldn't help but murmur in a low voice.
"Oh? Interesting, truly fascinating. I didn't expect that before I could identify your problem, you seemed to have already sensed my presence. Haha, it's this kind of world that makes things interesting." Upon hearing Yang Xiaoyou's hoarse voice, Ron felt exceptionally surprised but soon chuckled lightly.
Living in a family that resembled a domesticated pet society, where one could wag their tail and act cute to receive some food from their master, he believed that his opportunities and upbringing, combined with his own efforts and patience, had shaped who he was today.
However, he never anticipated that just as he began to perceive the other person's identity and had yet to prepare for action, the other party had already understood him even earlier and had taken direct action!
Both sides were hidden in the shadows. The chances of interaction were nearly equal on ordinary days, and the resources he held domestically far exceeded those of his opponent. Yet under such favorable conditions, he was still outpaced by the other party, who took the initiative first. This left Ron feeling both amazed and respectful.
Especially considering that the other party possessed such keen insight along with extraordinary skills! The combination of both was something he could only wish for.
But unfortunately,
It was precisely because of that martial prowess that gave the other party confidence in their own abilities. As a decision-maker, taking such risks was somewhat laughable!
He wasn't without martial training or guidance from renowned masters. He lacked no resources. However, when it came to martial arts, he had never considered delving into it. Aside from diverting much of his energy elsewhere, the main reason was that improving his own strength often led to misjudgments!
Martial arts! The way of killing!
This was a hotel arranged for him in the Kingdom of Denmark. The location he occupied was also within an absolutely secure bulletproof wall, with royal guards loyal to his family stationed outside—ensuring his position was unassailable.
Since his old servant was already in such a state, even if he were to fail, his chances of winning were still over eighty percent!
Moreover, even if he did happen to encounter that twenty percent chance of failure, he could always pull the emergency alarm. Facing the home ground of the Kingdom of Denmark, the opponent's mere flesh and blood would be ground to dust by endless reinforcements.
The reason he was still calling for help was that the situation was still under control. In front of the founder of Hive Security Company, he had to fight for his chance!
He had to thank the fact that he had concealed his identity from most of his subordinates on a daily basis!
As long as he could take down this opponent here and find some special means of contact, with his abilities, he could completely impersonate him and become the true mastermind behind Hive Security Company!
Even though Ron Ping had always maintained a steady attitude due to his environment, at this moment, he couldn't help but feel the thrill in his heart. The combination with Hive Security Company was simply too perfect and enticing—concise and efficient, capable of thriving on the battlefield and in urban settings. If he could grasp it, it would be a significant step forward for his plans!
On the other side, after scanning the disorganized materials on the coffee table with a gaze akin to a scanner, Yang Xiaoyou felt a deep chill spreading within him.
This chill was not only directed at the opponent's murderous intent but also stemmed from a profound fear of being completely seen through. If he hadn't come over at this moment and made that choice, once the opponent completed their plans and began coordinating with domestic contacts, he would have faced a very passive outcome!
The only thing he felt fortunate about now was that from those circles and crosses drawn on the paper, it seemed that even if the opponent had truly discerned his real identity, it must have been only recently.
As for the seemingly appreciative words from the opponent upon discovering him, Yang Xiaoyou couldn't help but feel bitter. He knew his own circumstances well; if it weren't for his keen senses picking up on the other's observations, he might still be completely in the dark.
In terms of strategy and calculation, he was far behind; if they were to compete on memorizing pi, well, he'd definitely do it much faster than him.
This kind of opponent was exactly what Yang Xiaoyou least wanted to encounter. If he couldn't obtain the necessary conditions and relationships, no matter how fast his brain calculated, it would be futile—he wouldn't be able to fathom the opponent's intentions at all.
The Demoness and Fia had tied themselves to his chariot, which was fortunate enough; however, this fellow who had been enduring like a ninja turtle was absolutely not going to let things slide so easily!
At this moment, both sides were silent; however, it was clear that they both understood that each had uncovered the other's secrets. In such circumstances, any explanations or defenses would be meaningless.
As Yang Xiaoyou quietly processed the shocking news, he remained vigilant against the unseen threat that loomed over the room, ready to strike from any direction. The slightest fluctuation in the air prompted an instinctive reaction, causing him to turn around.
In an instant, the surroundings slowed down. A sharp longsword sliced through the air with blinding speed, silently piercing toward him.
The speed of the blade was so great that by the time Yang Xiaoyou completed his turn, it had nearly reached him, beyond the range of any warning.
In this slowed moment, the compressed airflow around the sword tip seemed to add a layer of cutting force to its edge, making the entire sword feel like an extension of its wielder's body.
This was the pinnacle of swordsmanship—where the sword and its user became one, wielding energy through the blade. Even Feng Lin operated at this level.
Although the opponent's sword intent lacked Feng Lin's terrifying ferocity that could sever fate itself, the sheer skill and experience in their technique more than compensated for that initial gap.
The added cutting force was not some magical energy but rather a result of exquisite swordsmanship. As it sliced through the air at high speed, it generated a highly compressed airflow that not only allowed for silent strikes but also expanded its attack range and lethality.
According to Feng Lin's insights, if struck by this attack, the surface-level compressed airflow would tear through muscle, causing distortion and scattering within. What appeared as a mere scratch on the surface could result in significant internal damage.
This exemplified the destructive potential of cold weapons taken to its extreme!
Having sparred frequently with Feng Lin, Yang Xiaoyou understood all too well the terrifying lethality of this strike.
As a peak powerhouse equipped with a finely-tuned weapon, the explosive power unleashed was geometrically amplified, compensating for any physical limitations.
Even under extreme cognitive acceleration, which allowed him to perfectly track his opponent's attack trajectory and perceive even the distorted airflow around the blade, Yang Xiaoyou found himself unable to guarantee his safety from this strike!
The opponent's movement style mirrored that of a top assassin from the Liang Family Banquet, perhaps even surpassing it in overall prowess! The speed was beyond limits!
In a flash, they identified his weakest point, executed a movement, and launched an attack—all in one seamless motion that formed this lethal strike!
If he retreated to avoid the attack, he would only be exploited by his opponent's speed advantage, constantly forced into a corner!
Even if he managed to dodge this strike at the cost of his injuries, he would inevitably fall into the rhythm set by his opponent. The continuous strain on his internal wounds would only amplify that advantage infinitely!
With a clang, he raised both arms, using the trajectory of the opponent's sword blade that he had captured. With an angle so precise it could be measured in millimeters, he brought his palms together and forcefully clamped down on the sword blade.
Even as the blade met his hands, the fierce residual energy from the clash still tore through Yang Xiaoyou's entire palm and even the adjacent arm, leaving a trail of blood.
Originally, Yang Xiaoyou aimed to catch the tip of the sword, but due to his opponent's acceleration, it shifted back by an inch!
Moreover, with the tremendous force pushing forward, even after being clamped down, the sword blade continued to advance toward Yang Xiaoyou's chest, finally stopping just two inches away.
The scattered sharp currents shredded his clothing at the chest, leaving behind a crimson mark.
But that was not all; the tricky force exerted by his opponent had not yet dissipated. Taking advantage of this moment, it forcibly disrupted Yang Xiaoyou's balance. Then, using this opening, his opponent kicked off the ground again, pushing Yang Xiaoyou backward.
The carpet beneath him was torn apart as he slid back, fragments scattering into the air.
No matter how much force his opponent applied, Yang Xiaoyou held on tightly without letting go, being dragged backward while tearing up the carpet beneath him.
Ultimately, his back slammed hard against the wall, creating cracks on its surface. His bones groaned under the impact; his already unhealed internal injuries felt like a volcano erupting inside him, with wounds bursting open.
Yet it was through this collision that Yang Xiaoyou leveraged his spine against the wall for strength. He did not hesitate to forcibly break two ribs. The power from his body surged with the residual force of the impact and sliced toward the horizontal edge of the sword blade.
With a crisp sound of 'ding,' the three-foot-long sword snapped in half. One segment of the blade was firmly clamped in Yang Xiaoyou's hand as he broke it apart!
The middle-aged Swordless Man, who had already made his appearance, wore a face of cold indifference, showing no anger at the breaking of his weapon.
Instead, he took the opportunity to use the remaining half of his broken blade to carve a deep wound into Yang Xiaoyou's arm, exposing bone.
With just a single strike, he inflicted such a severe injury on Yang Xiaoyou while sustaining almost no damage to himself; the ferocity of his attack and the terror of his methods were truly astonishing.
A powerhouse like him was merely a silent guardian beside the Second Prince!
Whether in the Mercenary World or the Martial Arts Circle, he remained unnoticed!
"Hmph, being able to forcefully block this strike and even break my weapon is indeed something to be proud of. However, given your already injured body and now this serious blow, you might be able to exert fifty percent of your strength at best. You were never my match to begin with, and now you are even less so," said the Pale Bearded Man arrogantly as he looked at Yang Xiaoyou, who coughed up blood in front of him. He did not pursue the attack further; a flicker of inexplicable caution seemed to flash in his eyes.
"Heh heh, you're too naive. If you had seized this moment and not given me any chance to breathe, your odds of winning wouldn't be low! Remember for next time: always bring a spare weapon!" After coughing and wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Yang Xiaoyou revealed a cruel smile.
If he could merge his momentum effectively, he could unleash a burst of power that would definitely surpass his opponent's. However, the internal injuries he had sustained meant that if he used such a high-load method again, he might collapse under an acceleration that exceeded his body's capacity!
Thus, he had to spare no effort in breaking his opponent's weapon! With only half a broken sword left, even if it could still deal significant damage, its range of attack and defense would be greatly reduced! Since he had lost his effective weapon...
At that moment, Yuan Fangzi's jade pendant and Huang Yue's piece of jade glimmered as they became entwined with the red Silk Thread around Yang Xiaoyou's wrists. The air behind him shimmered with ripples.
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