I manage female characters in all the heavens.

What kind of deities would be at the seventh, eighth, or even ninth level?

She gasped, feeling as if the world had suddenly become unfamiliar.

Before meeting Song Yi, the most formidable assassin in her mind was nothing more than the kind from The Mechanic, who was good at creating all sorts of accidents, killing people without them noticing, and escaping thousands of miles away if they missed their target. In short, they were all assassins.

But now that I've come into contact with the real world of assassins, I've discovered that it's not like that at all. Those assassins who sneak around and carry out assassinations are all low-level scum; the real high-level assassins are all about direct, forceful kills.

In Song Yi's words, it's about cultivating unparalleled assassination techniques.

Everyone seems to have superpowers. They can either fly on walls or be indestructible machines. When they swing their knives, you can't even see their shadows. They can't be brought down by thousands of volts of high voltage. They're not even human.

Could it be that our world is actually a science fiction world?

Su Xiaoqian fell into deep thought.

Soon, the daredevil who tried to skip the level failed and collapsed on the 81st floor.

Even when he was bound to Song Yi with electromagnetic handcuffs, he remained defiant.

"So you're Song Yi, right? I've heard you're a master of martial arts, having defeated over twenty challengers in a row. If you've got the guts, let me go, and we'll settle this one-on-one!"

Do you dare?

Song Yi remained silent, but pulled out a pistol that had been provided by the Lianchang government from his waist, raised it with his left hand, and pointed it at his temple.

Upon seeing this action, the daredevil's eyes widened in horror.

No way, could it be...?

boom!

With a loud bang, flames and smoke filled Song Yi's forehead. His right hand had appeared in front of the gun barrel without him noticing, with two fingers extended and a bullet held between them.

Clang!

Song Yi let go, and the bullet fell to the ground. It was just a slight collision sound, but to the daredevil, it sounded more deafening than thunder.

The remote control appeared in Song Yi's hand. He pressed the button, and the electromagnetic handcuffs that had been continuously discharging on the daredevil's body automatically detached, freeing him.

Song Yi handed the gun to the daredevil and smiled, "It's your turn."

The daredevil was completely dumbfounded: "Me, me?"

Does that mean I should also aim for my temple and shoot myself, then catch the bullet?

It's impossible! How could a human possibly do something like that?!

"Looks like you don't dare. Sigh, you little punk. I thought you were so arrogant because you must be capable, but I didn't expect you to be so afraid of this."

"How about we have a one-on-one fight, like you just said?" Song Yi said, shaking his head.

There's no way you can even choose!

Clang! The gun fell to the ground.

The daredevil's eyes hardened, and he immediately bowed, saying, "Brother Song, I am humbled and willing to submit!"

This guy is a superman who can catch bullets with his bare hands. It would be an honor to be his underling!

Even if you express your submission, you still have to take the medicine.

After dealing with the daredevils, Huang Quan finally has its first Level 6 assassin.

After the daredevil left, Su Xiaoqian ran over with a grin, picked up the pistol from the ground, and repeated Song Yi's previous action.

With a bang, Su Xiaoqian caught the bullet, then let go, letting it slide to the ground with a tinkling sound.

She possessed a profound and imposing presence, exuding the aura of a master, and seemed quite like a highly skilled individual.

Then his expression faltered, and he put his hands on his hips and chuckled, "Handsome!"

Clearly, the daredevil was fooled. He didn't actually catch the bullet; the bullet was already in his hand from the start. There was no bullet in the gun at all; it was just a special effect.

However, the reason why Song Yi was able to fool the expert Suicide Squad was mainly due to Song Yi's quick actions, which prevented him from seeing the process clearly. If Su Xiaoqian had been performing, her slow movements would have made her obvious.

However, Su Xiaoqian could easily fool ordinary people.

A few days ago, Tie Xinlan taught her a little bit of basic kung fu and gave her pointers on how to generate power. After several days of hard practice, she didn't achieve much, but her movements did become more agile.

This is actually quite amazing; it can show some results in just a few days. The talent for martial arts can be described as astonishing.

When Xiao Ao and his fellow disciples first started practicing martial arts, they didn't see any results for several months.

“Perhaps you also have the potential to become a peerless master,” Song Yi said sincerely.

"Really?" Su Xiaoqian put her hands on her hips and laughed heartily, but she quickly calmed down and came over to massage Song Yi's back. "It's all thanks to Boss Song's excellent teaching. Otherwise, with my meager talent, even if I practiced for a hundred years, I would never become a talent!"

"It's all thanks to you, boss!"

She's serious about being a sycophant.

After sending Su Xiaoqian to get food, Song Yi watched her happy figure as she walked away, lost in thought.

Song Yi himself has exceptional talent in martial arts, which he speculates is due to inheriting his father Wu Chang's excellent genes.

After all, there are only six level-nine assassin kings among billions of people in the world, and his father is ranked second, so his talent is obviously extraordinary.

As a son, it's reasonable for him to inherit some of his talents, which is enough to give him far superior aptitude in martial arts.

But if that's the case, how come Su Xiaoqian's talent is almost no less than his?

Is she naturally extraordinary, or is it due to her family's remarkable genes?

The assassins continued to proceed with the challenges methodically, adhering strictly to the rules. They maintained the correct order, taking turns in groups, truly treating it as a trial to improve their professional skills.

Many assassins who were hiding in various places around the event and observing it learned a lot, even just by watching from a distance.

Many secret assassin techniques passed down through various schools, which are usually impossible to witness or would likely result in death, are all being showcased at this grand event today.

Everyone was treated to a visual feast and gained many insights. If they could absorb these insights and allow them time to settle, leveling up would be a piece of cake.

Even some level six powerhouses have gained a lot of insights from it, turning them into their own, and increasing their chances of advancing to level seven.

More and more assassins felt that although they were unlikely to ascend to immortality through this Ascension Conference, it was indeed a rare and wonderful event, and everyone gained a lot. The assassin community was bound to enter a prosperous phase after this event.

No wonder Wuchang wanted to participate in this mission; he probably already knew about the capabilities of the Mighty Group and anticipated this outcome.

He's personally getting involved, giving assassins worldwide a chance, and injecting new vitality and energy into the stagnant assassin world!

Meanwhile, the Weiwu Group also reaped great rewards, its reputation becoming legendary in the underworld.

Previously, if you mentioned the Mighty Group in the underworld, people would ask you who it was. But now, if you mention it, many people can tell you a lot of legends about the Heavenly Gate and ascension.

For example, the infamous Snowfall in the Human World was taken down by Heavenly Gate after only managing to utter two words; and the renowned Sorrowful Breeze and Midnight Bell were killed by a car while crossing the street due to the conspiracy of the Mighty Group, thus becoming infamous in the history of assassins, and so on.

Furthermore, Song Yi himself also benefited from this. A large number of assassins who fell under the Heavenly Gate were directly recruited by the Yellow Springs BOSS. If this event continues for a few more days, Yellow Springs might even enter the top ten of the world's assassin organizations. This is undoubtedly a huge benefit.

A quick calculation shows that the assassin world has prospered, the Mighty Group has gained a reputation, Song Yi has recruited more followers, and the influx of assassins and onlookers from the underworld into Lianchang has even boosted the city's economy to some extent.

Even the already deceased Wuchang (a mythical creature) reaped praise from this, and he must be smiling from the afterlife.

This is a win-win-win situation for all five parties and everyone is very satisfied!

However, even though everyone made money, some people were still not satisfied and wanted to gain more.

In a very private group, several people whose identities are unknown are communicating.

Ascension Failure: "This ascension ceremony was very successful, thanks in large part to Wuchang's help. Without his great reputation, it would have been impossible to attract so many people in this way."

"Who among you invited Impermanence to cooperate with the plan? You did a fantastic job. Once the plan is completed, you should receive the second-highest share of the profits after me."

Even in the cycle of reincarnation, Wuchang's death remains a secret. Currently, only the boss of the cycle of reincarnation, the world's number one assassin (the woman who provided Song Yi with intelligence), and Song Yi, Wuchang's biological son, know that Wuchang is dead.

No one else, not even the Sky Eagle Kingdom Presidential Guard who killed him, knew who they had killed.

These guys, of course, knew even less.

"I have no objection, but I'll say this: I didn't invite death."

It wasn't that he was honest and didn't want to take credit for it; it was just that these kinds of things are just empty words. When it comes to interests, you have to provide evidence to prove them, and he couldn't produce that kind of thing.

Returning to one's roots: "It wasn't my invitation."

Above all others: "Same as above."

The ascension failed: "That's strange. Since we didn't invite him, how did Wuchang come? It can't be that he knew about our plan and cooperated on his own initiative, can it?"

The one above everyone else: "We're not worthy."

He put it simply, but his meaning was clear: the plan they devised was utterly unworthy of the cooperation of Wu Chang, a dignified level nine assassin who was busy assassinating the leaders of the three superpowers.

Returning to one's roots: "This is an accident, and accidents often mean threats. They might ruin our plans, so we have to be careful."

Guangzongyaozu: "I suggest we don't wait any longer. Before impermanence arrives, let's launch the operation directly. According to my monitoring, the number of people has already reached the standard, and even exceeded expectations. Don't be greedy, it's time to close the net."

Ascension failed: "How many people are there?"

"The original plan was to recruit 1000 people, but now we have about 1800. If we close the net now, we can make 80% more profit than originally planned. I am satisfied."

"If we wait another two days, the number is expected to climb to over 2200, which is another 40% increase."

Returning to one's roots: "The returns and risks are directly proportional. If we wait two more days, some knowledgeable people might notice something, and the probability of problems will be higher."

"Moreover, the purpose of impermanence is still unknown. It is very necessary to quickly complete the operation and avoid conflict with impermanence."

Ascension failed: "Vote! I support closing the net immediately."

"I also support closing the net immediately," said Guangzongyaozu.

Returning to one's roots: "Support."

The man above all others said, "...Since that's the case, let's close the net."

Chapter 97 Mechanical Weakness, Flesh and Blood Ascending, the Power of the Chen Clan

While the assassins were making their way through the challenges, Song Yi was lounging on the sofa in his minister's office, comfortably watching the performance through the monitor while sipping a cup of milk tea.

Suddenly, a chill crept up his back, making him shiver involuntarily.

"What's going on? Even I, on the sixth level of Mingyu, can catch a cold?" Song Yi frowned.

He dialed Su Xiaoqian's number: "Hey Xiaoqian, I think I'm catching a cold. Please make my next milk tea hot, not iced. I'll try to cure it."

A puzzled voice came from the other end: "Hot milk tea can cure a cold?"

Song Yi said seriously, "Is there any scientific evidence to prove that hot milk tea cannot cure a cold? If there is no evidence to say it doesn't work, then it does work. Just send it over."