Ling Zhenfei could vividly feel the increase in his Northern Spiritual Energy, even doubling inside his Dantian, compressing to the point of feeling like it might explode, causing him some discomfort.

Ling Zhenfei's heart swelled with joy. With such Northern Spiritual Energy, what fear should he have of these clowns? At that moment, the two men charged towards him, their daggers thrusting at Ling Zhenfei.

Previously, Ling Zhenfei had clashed with the two men. Their strength was far inferior to his, and it took him only one technique to defeat them. Now, thinking Ling Zhenfei was injured, they didn't expect that before they could even stab him, Ling Zhenfei had already seized their hands. This grasp was exactly like the last time, but with even greater force, causing them intense pain.

"Ah, not good!" One of them, feeling the terror of Ling Zhenfei, cried out in alarm, but it was already too late. Using the same technique, Ling Zhenfei yanked them forcefully, causing both to smash heavily into each other. Unlike before, Ling Zhenfei's Northern Spiritual Energy had increased manifold, as had his strength.

Bang!

A dull sound as the two men collided heavily. Last time, they got up quickly, but this time it was different. Struck by this immense force, they were flung back, vomiting blood mid-air, and after falling to the ground, they did not move at all, leaving it uncertain whether they were dead or alive. They were likely dead.

Everyone was shocked, having not expected Ling Zhenfei to be so formidable. With one move, he had taken down two. Originally, they had all charged at Ling Zhenfei together. Just because two had run slightly faster, they were instantly taken down by Ling Zhenfei, frightening the others into a screeching halt and retreating.

Tu Gang was deeply distressed. His high status among the assassins was crucial, always being the first to charge forward, daring to fight and scramble. It was due to his command that the two men faced their end by Ling Zhenfei's hand while the rest retreated. However, he couldn't retreat. If he also retreated, it would be utterly disgraceful.

Moreover, he was very confident in his own strength, far surpassing those two men. He had hit Ling Zhenfei earlier and believed that Ling Zhenfei must be injured. Thus, he didn't stop and charged directly at Ling Zhenfei.

Tu Gang, covered in Thirteen Taibao horizontal training kung fu, impervious to blades and confident, threw both fists simultaneously at Ling Zhenfei's chest.

Ling Zhenfei, intending to intimidate these people, also threw both fists, colliding directly with Tu Gang's.

With a bang,

The fists met with Spiritual Power bursting out. Tu Gang was sent flying by Ling Zhenfei's dual fists, spewing a mouthful of blood mid-air. Thankfully, Zhang Ying helped him from behind, preventing a fall, but the severe bleeding indicated serious injuries.

Ling Zhenfei was also very surprised. His last punch could be said to have used his absolute strike, yet Tu Gang's External Kung Fu was indeed formidable, enough to make his fists slightly numb. Had he not been injured, dealing with Tu Gang would have been troublesome.

Ling Zhenfei was now somewhat worried. He had realized the danger of the current situation. Although consuming the Riming Flower had produced a massive amount of Northern Spiritual Energy, it was all temporarily concentrated in his Dantian and was being used up bit by bit.

Earlier, in dealing with those two men and wanting to shock the onlookers, he had used a lot of spiritual energy. Although he killed the two men, it greatly diminished his own reserve. After clashing fiercely with Tu Gang, the Northern Spiritual Energy in his Dantian was nearly exhausted.

Now, the side effect of the Riming Flower kicked in, restricting the mobilization of his own Northern Spiritual Energy. If someone were to attack Ling Zhenfei now, he would have no choice but to surrender.

"Ling Zhenfei, how dare you deceive us? What Realm are you truly in?" Zhang Ying angrily reprimanded Ling Zhenfei.

Ling Zhenfei chuckled, "You can come and test what Realm I'm in personally; I promise I won't move a muscle and let you hit me."

Among the remaining three, Zhang Ying was actually the strongest. When Ling Zhenfei shook hands with him, he felt that Zhang Ying's hand was terrifyingly cold, indicating that he must have cultivated some strange Cultivation Technique. The stranger the Cultivation Technique, the harder it is to cultivate, but once mastered, it often has extraordinary power.

If Zhang Ying had charged at him then and struck him, he surely would have killed Ling Zhenfei. At that moment, Ling Zhenfei was extremely nervous, fearing that Zhang Ying might charge at him. However, he could tell that after his own two attacks earlier, Zhang Ying had become afraid and truly regarded him as a hidden high-level master.

Ling Zhenfei was very worried that he might accidentally give himself away, making Zhang Ying realize that he was merely outwardly strong but hollow inside, so he tried his best to appear very relaxed.

Seeing Zhang Ying scared, Ling Zhenfei even walked towards them. Right then, the last two police officers who had arrived suddenly spoke up, "Sorry, Boss Zhang, we're not taking this job."

After saying so, the two men, holding daggers, ran off into the darkness far away.

"Think you can run, not so easy!" Ling Zhenfei spoke and casually waved in the direction of the two men, sending two flashes of silvery light flying towards them.

"Ouch!"

"Damn it!"

After two cries of agony, the men vanished into the darkness, both hit by Ling Zhenfei's Silver Needle. Having dealt with Ling Zhenfei and then trying to leave straightforwardly, Ling Zhenfei, of course, couldn't let them off so easily.

Now, only Zhang Ying and the injured Tu Gang were left at the scene, along with two cold bodies.

"Zhang Ying, are you planning to run or ready to exchange a few moves with me?" Ling Zhenfei smiled slightly as he looked at Zhang Ying, who was obviously terrified by now. She definitely didn't know that Ling Zhenfei had used up all the Northern Spiritual Energy in his body with those two Silver Needles.

"Ling Zhenfei, you really push people too hard. Do you think you could stop me if I decided to leave?" Zhang Ying's eyes flickered, clearly looking for a chance to escape.

"If you want to leave, then try, but don't blame my darts for being uncooperative." Even though he said this, Ling Zhenfei actually hoped Zhang Ying would leave quickly, as he felt his body becoming heavier and was starting to struggle to keep up.

"Hmph, let's wait and see." With those words, Zhang Ying suddenly leapt on the spot, then his body darted backward, sprinting away, leaving Tu Gang behind who lay on the ground looking severely injured beyond his anticipation.

Ling Zhenfei felt a great joy in his heart, knowing that once Zhang Ying left, it would all be over.

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