As the group walked from the teaching building towards the school gate, they suddenly realized the atmosphere had turned subtly strange. Every student passing by averted their gaze upon seeing them, and the looks they received seemed... off.

Lin Pangzi, already annoyed, became even more irked by their stares, letting loose a string of curses: "Damn it, what are you staring at? Haven't you seen how cool your old man walks?"

"Boss, it seems the intel I gathered is true," Ye Xiaohou also found being stared at intensely uncomfortable, especially with those looks that held a hint of disdain mixed with resentment.

Yang Yi ignored them, offering a calm smile. As he looked ahead, he seemed to have spotted something, chuckling, "Look towards the gate, and you'll know!"

"Huh?"

Hearing this, Ye Xiaohou and Lin Pangzi both glanced toward the entrance. Lin Pangzi, being naturally straightforward and possessing an almost fearless disposition, scoffed disdainfully, "Tsk, just those ten guys coming to cause trouble for us?"

"Don't underestimate those ten. Although their strength isn't top-tier, cultivating people like this in such a short time shows those three fellows put a lot of effort into it," Ye Xiaohou mused thoughtfully.

"En, Fourth Brother is right," Yang Yi surveyed the group. The only discernible aura he felt from them was one of cold sharpness, like that of assassins. Yet, the killing intent they exuded was subtly different from a true professional killer's.

Training an assassin, especially a professional one, demands extreme rigor regarding both their inherent aura and their killing methods. Furthermore, assassins are forged in blood; to survive the training, they must cling to a single conviction.

Kill, kill, kill—a thousand bones crushed by a single kill, the path stained red by blood, endless and without reprieve. This must be the core belief of an outstanding assassin tempered through bloody sparring. Therefore, those killers must possess one thing: a 'savage killing aura.'

Regrettably, these individuals lacked it, which is why Yang Yi wasn't overly concerned. He trusted that without his intervention, Lin Pangzi alone would be more than capable of handling them, and they still had Ye Xiaohou, didn't they?

"Swish! Swish! Swish!" Just as Yang Yi and the others reached the gate, the ten individuals suddenly closed in, their expressions utterly cold.

One of them forced a mechanical smile, raising an eyebrow slightly: "Three brothers, we've been a bit short on cash lately. Any chance you could spare some coin for a little fun?"

This statement instantly provoked Lin Pangzi and Ye Xiaohou, though Yang Yi merely chuckled lightly while the other two burst into loud laughter.

"Fourth Brother, did you hear that? Hahaha, it's killing me, absolutely killing me," Lin Pangzi clutched his stomach, laughing exaggeratedly.

Ye Xiaohou was the same, and upon hearing Lin Pangzi's question, his laughter grew wilder, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes: "I saw it, but truthfully, we've never encountered this kind of situation since we started running the underworld."

"Hahaha, that's why I find it so hilarious. We haven't done this kind of thing to anyone, yet someone dares to come knocking on our door," Lin Pangzi's eyes also flashed brightly, though unlike Ye Xiaohou, he directly cursed, "Curse your ancestors eighteen generations deep! How dare you set your sights on your old man?"

"Damn it, attack!"

Though this group of students had undergone training, the raw, fiery spirit of passionate young men still persisted; they hadn't entirely purged the six desires like professional assassins. In Yang Yi's eyes, they were merely a bunch of unqualified, apprentice-level wannabes.

"You ask for respect and get none, you son of a..." Lin Pangzi spewed curses, clenching his hand into a fist as he charged forward, shouting, "Fourth Brother, don't move. I'll show them what real strength looks like!"

"By all means, Second Brother. I heard from Feng Shi that you've mastered a special technique in these past few months. Does little brother get a chance to witness it?" Ye Xiaohou asked with a grin.

"What the hell, you mean you don't know? Are these small potatoes worthy of me using throwing knives? Not a chance," Lin Pangzi shot forward, unleashing a punch with steady, powerful force.

Thump... thump... thump... hitting three targets consecutively. Clearly, Lin Pangzi's earlier dismissal of them meant he had the capability to eliminate them instantly.

The three struck didn't fly backward dramatically, but they were forced several steps back, crashing against the door frame on the side, illustrating the sheer power behind his punch.

Smack... smack.

Two young students aimed kicks at Lin Pangzi's lower body, while two others simultaneously attacked his upper torso. Their coordination was nearly flawless. But who was Lin Pangzi? Inner energy surged to his core.

"Boom!" A muffled groan echoed.

"Holy crap, has his Indestructible Vajra Body reached its peak? He actually managed to make a sound when struck?" the youth hiding secretly in the car exclaimed in surprise.

"Uh, Young Master, this is..."

"You wouldn't understand this, don't ask. Even if you ask, this Young Master won't tell you," the youth seemed certain the middle-aged man wouldn't grasp this particular martial art.

The situation continued. Logically, seeing a fight erupt at the entrance should cause students to flee, perhaps gather to watch, or even call the police, school authorities, or security to intervene.

But that was not the case here. In fact, the situation was the opposite. All the passing students merely skirted around the conflict, continuing with their business as if the fight happening beside them was nothing.

"I didn't expect Nangong San's abilities to be this good. He's managed to reform Fudan School like this in just a few months," Yang Yi surveyed the scene, the familiar smile playing on his lips, muttering to himself.

"Boss, these guys look really strange. Look, they don't seem to genuinely possess this level of strength, yet they can manifest it. Could it be that..." Ye Xiaohou grew increasingly perplexed the more he watched.

These attackers seemed immune to pain, their muscles bulging and veins throbbing, growing fiercer the longer they fought, as if more energized than if they had consumed some legendary 'Viagra.'

Hearing this, Yang Yi's brow furrowed. He narrowed his eyes, watching for a moment, then suddenly sneered, shouting, "Pangzi, stop holding back. Just kill them."

His tone was incredibly casual, a lightness masking a hint of amusement. After all, if the other side wanted to play games, he would oblige them until the end. Ending it quickly would be too boring.

"Understood." Upon hearing Yang Yi's command, Lin Pangzi instantly used his internal force to shake off those attacking him. A cold gleam flashed in his hand, and a dagger materialized. "Hiss!" A strange sound cut through the air.

"Damn, since Second Brother broke through to the Grandmaster level, his power seems to grow stronger and stronger," Ye Xiaohou observed the sheer deadly proficiency in Lin Pangzi's movements—a clean, decisive strike that even a professional killer would struggle to match.

"Heh heh, Pangzi has grown quite a bit during his time campaigning with me. There are things you haven't even seen yet," Yang Yi naturally knew Lin Pangzi's strength was climbing. Having both cultivated the Yi Jin Jing internal technique alongside him, if Lin Pangzi hadn't achieved this level, he would truly deserve a beating.

"Young Master, if this continues..." the middle-aged man cautiously asked the youth in the car.

"Don't worry about these trivialities. Let's go. The result is already clear," the youth waved his hand dismissively.

"Yes." Despite a belly full of questions, the middle-aged man obeyed the youth's order.

Meanwhile, the three figures watching from the dormitory building above now wore grim expressions, an icy aura emanating from them.

"Brother Nangong, it seems we need to increase the dosage of the substance," Ximen Ling said, his face stern. "Even those with A-class assassin strength can't reach the level of a Grandmaster, nor can they even scratch them."

"Don't we still have our Special Grade and Dark Grade personnel?" Nangong San asked.

"En!"

"That's fine then. Let's play with them for a few days. We can use this period of military training as a perfect cover to justify any deaths," Nangong San said with a sinister smile.

Hearing this, Ximen Ling and Tang Shen on either side were momentarily confused, but after a moment of deeper thought, they both understood and exchanged knowing smiles.

Tang Shen commented, "Nangong San, this is indeed a brilliant plan, using the military training as an excuse to confuse them."

"It also serves to distract him and make him careless, allowing us to identify an opportunity to deploy a more capable group and eliminate them all in one go," Ximen Ling added.

"Haha, I said it before: he wants to play, so I'll play with him to the end. We'll see who laughs last and who stands tallest," Nangong San seemed to harbor a deep-seated resentment towards Yang Yi in his very core.

This was hardly surprising. Yang Yi had taken what he treasured and subjected him to profound humiliation. Even if Nangong San was once a steady man who valued love over empire, touching his absolute boundary had turned even the gentlest lamb into a ferocious lion.

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