A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

The rain was still falling lightly, and the sound of raindrops hitting the ground could be heard all around.

This kind of weather is perfect for killing, and perfect for being killed!

The blade takes lives, the rain washes away the blood, cleansing away all the dust of a lifetime.

Gu Feng has lived two lives, but he has never taken life and death lightly.

On the contrary, he cherished this hard-won new life all the more. The moment the two assassins appeared, he sensed their deadly aura.

He knew very well that this murderous aura was not innate, but cultivated little by little.

To put it bluntly—it's accumulated bit by bit during the killing process.

The intensity of an assassin's killing intent is determined by the number of people he has killed; the strength of an assassin's killing intent is determined by the depth of his killing skills.

Although Gu Feng came from ancient times, he never believed in ghosts or gods.

As his knowledge grew, he was able to explain the bizarre time travel that happened to him to some extent using science.

But he absolutely did not believe that these two mysterious, eerie, and sinister messengers before him came from hell—they came from Japan. He had heard of the existence of ninjas back in the Liao Dynasty.

They like to hide their true intentions, and even more so, they enjoy playing tricks and deception. They are exceptionally cunning and full of schemes.

However, no matter how skilled they were, Gu Feng firmly believed that these clowns could never be a match for the profound and extensive Chinese martial arts.

The rain was pouring down harder, but Gu Feng's mind was becoming clearer. After the initial panic, he had gradually calmed down.

The expert's keen intuition told him—at least three ninjas had arrived.

One has already been dealt with, one has already shown its face, and the other has always been lurking in the shadows, waiting for the best opportunity to strike.

Come on, let me show you what the "Catch You to Death" skill really means.

Gu Feng's expression hardened, and he assumed the authentic Tai Chi starting stance, keeping his eyes and ears open, waiting for the assassin to attack again.

Ding Hanhan stood behind him, pressed tightly against the wall by his tall frame.

She has always been cold and aloof, pure of heart but not without desires, but no matter how stubborn she is, she is still just a woman in the end.

When the fear of death struck, and the heavy gloom pressed down on her head, she was still unable to stop trembling in her panic.

Even with a man blocking her way in front of her and a wall behind her, the rain kept pouring down on her head.

Perhaps it was the coolness of the rain, or perhaps it was the fear of facing death, that made her unable to suppress the shiver that emanated from her very bones.

No one can escape life and death, and Miss Ding is no exception—she hasn't lived enough yet.

She pressed herself against Gu Feng's body, and her slight trembling was transmitted to him as well.

The soft touch aroused him inexplicably, causing waves of heat to surge within him amidst his extreme tension.

To avoid being distracted at this critical moment, he hardened his heart and shouted in a low voice, "What are you trembling for? You don't tremble when you should, and you tremble when you shouldn't! If you tremble again, we're both finished!"

Ding Hanhan really wanted to retort: ​​"You're about to die, and you won't even let me shake? When will I ever be allowed to shake?"

But she didn't say anything, she just gritted her teeth, gripped the wall tightly with both hands, and tried her best to control herself.

She could distinguish between what was important and what was wrong. At this moment, it was a matter of life and death. If she wanted to get through it alive, the best thing she could do was to obediently listen to this man, not be a burden, not distract him, and let him concentrate on dealing with the situation at hand.

The rain poured down, and visibility dwindled. The two assassins, having failed in their attack, had not returned until now.

Gu Feng had no naive thoughts whatsoever—they were not giving up in the face of difficulties, but waiting for the most suitable opportunity.

In the struggle between life and death, sometimes it's not just about skill, but also about composure and patience.

Whoever can't hold on any longer will die first.

As if the heavens were deliberately helping the assassin, at this most critical moment, instead of clearing up the sky, another bolt of lightning struck.

After the thunderclap, the entire world suddenly darkened, and the rain became even more torrential and fierce.

At that very instant, a blurry figure leaped up from a puddle not far away.

The movement was incredibly fast. He gripped a long sword with both hands, becoming almost one with the sword. He sprang into the air and, using the spin, shot straight at Gu Feng like a drill bit.

What a swift cut!

At first glance, it seemed far away, but in the blink of an eye, the blade was already close at hand.

What a powerful strike!

Before the blade even arrived, its aura was already overwhelming.

What a terrifying stab!

It aimed straight at Gu Feng's heart.

The critical moment has finally arrived.

Gu Feng had only two choices: either kill the other party or die himself.

Even ants try to survive, so he had no reason to choose the latter.

Moreover, he had no room to dodge—Ding Hanhan was right behind him.

So he stood there straight, like a stone statue, motionless, waiting for the knife to stab him.

The last assassin was overjoyed to see that Gu Feng neither dodged nor avoided him.

He'd seen far too many people afraid of death, but rarely someone so eager to die. Since you're so determined to die, then I'll grant your wish.

The bayonet, imbued with the force of a thunderbolt, left no room for retreat, piercing straight into Gu Feng's heart.

However, just as the knife tip was only ten centimeters away from the other person's chest, a scene he never dreamed of happened—a hand suddenly reached out from nowhere.

It was a hand of flesh and blood, gripping his blade tightly, firmly, relentlessly…

The knife is the soul of an assassin.

As some arrogant guys firmly believe: "You can lose your head, but you can't mess up your hairstyle; you can bleed, but you can't leave your shoes unpolished."

A knife must never be out of one's hand, unless one is dead.

But when the assassin suddenly realized that he would die if he didn't let go, it was too late to loosen his grip.

Gu Feng didn't even give him a chance to regret it. Taking advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime moment, he punched him hard.

Gu Feng used all his internal energy in this punch.

I wouldn't dare say it can split mountains and crack rocks, but it's more than capable of easily severing tendons and shattering bones.

"Boom—" A deep, muffled sound exploded. Gu Feng's fist, as heavy as an iron hammer, slammed into the opponent's chest.

That was a solid and strong chest. Don't think that just because you're made of flesh and blood, even if you were wearing Iron Man's armor, you might not be able to withstand Gu Feng's full-force attack.

The crisp sound of breaking ribs came from the bottom of the fist, clear and resonant—good bones, good nutrition, it seems there's no deficiency in calcium, iron, or zinc.

But no matter how good one's physique is, how can it withstand Gu Feng's deadly punch?

The assassin was blasted backward, his momentum no longer like a kite with a broken string, but more like an out-of-control airplane.

Another cool-looking assassin, with his tail peeking out, was about to launch another surprise attack when he suddenly saw his companion flying towards him like a fallen leaf. His expression changed drastically, and he no longer cared about launching a sneak attack. He hurriedly went to catch his companion.

Little did he know how terrifying the residual force of Gu Feng's punch was.

The punch has ended, but the energy remains; the momentum has subsided, but the killing intent lingers.

The momentum from his companion being thrown far exceeded his expectations. The moment he put his hands on his companion, he was also pulled out of control, and the two of them were slammed hard to the ground.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Gu Feng—a chance that wouldn't come again. He roared and pounced like a raging tiger.

The cool assassin rolled to his feet, but Gu Feng's iron fist, capable of killing gods and ghosts alike, was already at his face. He reacted quickly, instinctively twisting his body to escape using his escape technique.

But just as his figure was about to disappear, he was struck squarely on the shoulder.

"Ah—" A scream escaped, but before it could be uttered halfway, it vanished into thin air.

The assassin had vanished. Although Gu Feng's punch hadn't landed completely, it was still enough to hurt him—his shoulder blade was either dislocated or shattered, and it was probably a thing of the past for him to be able to wield a knife with that hand again.

The rain continued to fall relentlessly, like the heartbroken tears of a lover, pattering and pouring.

When it first starts falling, it can be heartbreaking, but as it continues to fall, it can become quite bothersome.

Where the assassin disappeared, there was a pool of blood, probably spurted out when he was punched.

If you follow the trail of blood and the scent, it shouldn't be too difficult to catch up.

Gu Feng didn't move. It wasn't that he thought it was best not to pursue a cornered enemy, but rather that he was afraid of falling into a trap set by someone trying to lure him away from his base.

Moreover, these assassins who live on the run in the martial world don't have much to reveal to begin with.

Besides—isn't there another one lying on the ground? Why go to such lengths when there's one right here?

He rushed forward and discovered that the assassin who had been punched by him was surprisingly tough and still alive.

But his breath was already barely a whisper, and it was clear he wouldn't live much longer.

Gu Feng was too lazy to bother with any acupressure or preserving his life force. He grabbed the man's collar and demanded sharply, "Tell me, who sent you to kill me?"

Most of the time, people speak good words when they are about to die. But there are some people who never repent, even on their deathbed.

The person in front of him was—with eyes wide open, glaring fiercely at Gu Feng, uttering a long string of gibberish, then kicking his legs, closing his eyes, and breathing his last.