Under One Person: Please Call Me Golden Flash

Chapter 290 Don't kill or maim him, the rest is up to you.

The moment he sensed the sudden presence behind him, Yang Lie reacted almost without hesitation, displaying the composure expected of a top-tier Tang Clan assassin!

As soon as Yang Lie turned his head and waved his hand, countless bursts of energy rained down on Zhao Zhen.

Ruthless, efficient, and without a single superfluous movement from beginning to end!
Zhao Zhen was surprised by the opponent's quick reaction and summoned his protective Qi.

Bang bang bang!

The continuous sounds of blows echoed on Zhao Zhen's protective Qi. The force was not great, but the power of each strike was surprisingly similar.

Zhao Zhen knew that this was the Tang Clan's instant strike technique.

Instant Strike is a close-range stabbing technique practiced by Tang Sect disciples for encountering powerful targets.

The key is speed; there's no need to deliberately pursue precision, but rather to maintain a consistent force at a certain speed.

Once the opponent feels they have adapted to this attack rhythm, suddenly switch to the final, lethal strike!
In stark contrast to the preceding attacks, the final strike must be absolutely precise!

The goal is to train this conversion from density to precision into an instinct, enabling one to hit the target without hesitation!
This is the true method of instant strike!

Sure enough, just when Yang Lie felt he had almost figured out the strength of Zhao Zhen's protective Qi, the final, fatal blow quietly arrived!

Snapped! ! !
A crisp, muffled thud rang out in the already chaotic dense forest.

The sound was not loud, and it was completely masked by the fighting between Zhang Huaiyi and Zheng Zibu below, so for a while no one noticed the strange thing happening here.

Up in the tree, Yang Lie stared at the hand on his wrist that felt like an iron clamp, and his pupils instantly contracted.

Just now, this person not only saw through his almost instinctive instant strike on their first meeting, but also forcibly restrained his movements with just one hand when faced with a fatal blow!

Only at this moment, in the dim moonlight, could Yang Lie clearly see the face of the person behind him.

"It's you? Zhao Zhen!!!"

"Brother Yang, isn't your reaction a bit too extreme...?"

As she spoke, Zhao Zhen smiled and slowly released Yang Lie's hand that was holding the dagger.

Looking at the bluish patches on his wrist, Yang Lie frowned slightly.

"I'm sorry, Chairman Zhao, that was just an unconscious action."

Zhao Zhen nodded. He knew that for a top assassin like Yang Lie, many reactions had almost become instinctive, so he didn't blame Yang Lie.

"Small things."

Zhao Zhen waved his hand, then continued, "But Brother Yang, Master Tang has already returned to Shu. What are you still doing here?"

"I am here, naturally I have a mission to fulfill," Yang Lie replied expressionlessly.

"A mission? Let me guess, Brother Yang, is the mission you're talking about perhaps to seize the Eight Extraordinary Techniques from those two?"

"Chairman Zhao, what exactly are you trying to say?"

Yang Lie frowned, somewhat puzzled as to what Zhao Zhen was trying to do.

"Alright, then I'll get straight to the point. Brother Yang, stop interfering in the Eight Extraordinary Techniques."

"Why? Chairman Zhao must have seen it too, almost everyone below is scrambling for the Eight Extraordinary Skills on those two people."

If other sects can take it, why can't my Tang Sect?
Or perhaps, Chairman Zhao, you are also interested in these Eight Extraordinary Skills?

At this point, Yang Lie's eyes narrowed slightly, a glint of shrewdness flashing within them.

"If that's what you're thinking, then Brother Yang, why don't we leave together today? That way, we can avoid mutual suspicion, right?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Lie froze on the spot.

Could it be that he really didn't come here to steal the Eight Extraordinary Techniques?

Just as Yang Lie was pondering Zhao Zhen's true purpose, Lu Huizhong's figure quietly emerged from the shadows.

"Sister Lu? You..."

Just as Yang Lie was about to ask something, Lu Huizhong interrupted him directly.

"Alright, you don't need to ask anymore. I asked Chairman Zhao to stop you." "Why?" Yang Lie frowned.

"Yang Lie, do you think our Tang Clan's skills are inferior to these so-called Eight Extraordinary Techniques?"

“I have never thought that way.”

Yang Lie shook his head calmly.

"If that's not the case, then why are you so obsessed with vying for the Eight Extraordinary Skills?"

"Sister Lu, after the War of Resistance against Japan, my Tang Clan was severely weakened. Under these circumstances, I must do something to help the Tang Clan recover. That is why I am vying for the Eight Extraordinary Skills."

"But if you rashly wade into these muddy waters like this, you'll drag our Tang Clan down with you sooner or later!"

"How do you know? Right now, the entire world of supernatural beings is tacitly vying for the Eight Extraordinary Techniques. Why can others take them, but my Tang Sect can't?"

Seeing that Lu Huizhong's persuasion was useless, and that Yang Lie was clearly determined to take action against the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, Zhao Zhen simply stopped wasting words.

He took a step forward, positioning himself between Lu Huizhong and Yang Lie, a calm smile playing on his lips.

"Why should I? Because I'm here today, and there's nothing you can do about it."

These words immediately created a tense atmosphere on the field.

"Chairman Zhao, what do you mean by this?"

"Yang Lie, here's one last piece of advice: return to Shu now, and I can pretend nothing happened. Otherwise..."

After saying that, Zhao Zhen's eyes narrowed slightly, and a dangerous glint gradually appeared in his eyes.

"Oh? Otherwise, what does Chairman Zhao intend to do?"

Yang Lie retorted just as fiercely.

Zhao Zhen didn't speak, but suddenly raised her right hand.

Yang Lie's pupils suddenly contracted. Zhao Zhen's movements seemed slow, but for some reason, this battle-hardened Tang Clan assassin was unable to dodge. He could only cross his arms in front of him and forcibly block Zhao Zhen's palm strike.

boom!
"Good weight!"

With a muffled thud, Yang Lie's entire body was sent flying backward by the force of the impact.

"Phantom Body Barrier!"

As Yang Lie activated his true qi once more in the air, his figure disappeared into the shadows again.

"Tsk, so he wants to spar with me..."

Zhao Zhen lowered his hand, a smile appearing on his lips.

Perfect timing, he had long wanted to test his skills against the masters of the Tang Clan.

"Sister Lu, you don't mind, do you?"

"Don't kill or maim him, you can do whatever you want with him."

Lu Huizhong replied expressionlessly, clearly annoyed by Yang Lie's arrogant nature.

"okay."

Zhao Zhen nodded, then turned his gaze back to the shadows ahead.