What they had just said seemed to be for Teng Qingshan’s sake, but in reality, it was an attempt to influence his will. If Teng Qingshan committed suicide, that would naturally be the best outcome. This way, the two of them would complete the mission without exerting much effort. However, in a genuine life-or-death battle, even if they managed to kill Teng Qingshan, they would likely sustain injuries.

"This Dolgortrov, taking one of my knives and showing almost no ill effect," Teng Qingshan glanced at the massive Russian man. "He and Sun Ze are both wearing black uniforms. This black uniform must possess formidable defensive capabilities."

This massive Russian had indeed taken a flying knife while on the rooftop. But the two of them had known about Teng Qingshan's flying knife mastery beforehand, so they had worn specialized clothing with strong defense this time. The flying knife from earlier had barely pierced the cloth, severely weakening its force. The 'Body Crusher' Dolgortrov easily clamped down on the knife's edge with his muscle, forcing it out.

"Monkey, this wolf is asking for death; let's grant his wish," the large Russian man, 'Dolgortrov,' spoke fluent Chinese.

"The greatest threat is the 'Sharpshooter' Sun Ze. I must kill him to have any chance of survival."

Teng Qingshan suddenly crouched low without warning, his feet shoving off the ground violently. With a grasp on the earth, he leaped almost ten meters like a tiger descending a mountain, launching a cannon punch toward Sun Ze.

The 'Sharpshooter' Sun Ze, standing near the courtyard entrance, allowed a slight curl to grace his lips. He moved instantly, his entire body shifting like an ethereal phantom drifting around the side. Simultaneously, the silver handgun in his hand emitted a faint sound, almost imperceptible.

"Pff!" "Pff!"

The moment the opponent raised his gun, Teng Qingshan twisted his body like a venomous snake, forcing a sharp turn to leap sideways.

In terms of close-quarters agility, among the three great internal martial arts, Baguazhang (Eight Trigram Palm) is unmatched. Baguazhang speaks of 'First the walk, second the sight, third the sit, fourth the turn.' This 'walk' is the most fundamental, and the Baguazhang master-level expert 'Sun Ze' moved like a swimming dragon, fast as lightning, and graceful as the wind.

The handgun bullets were even more treacherous and vicious.

The combination of Baguazhang's sensitivity and the power of modern gunpowder weaponry was indeed terrifying.

"My speed and flexibility are inferior to this 'Sun Ze.' I can't pursue him, but he can continuously attack me. And there's still this 'Body Crusher' Dolgortrov... If I react even slightly slower, it's a dead end. I only have one chance!" Teng Qingshan understood this in his heart.

"Pff." Another bullet struck. Teng Qingshan couldn't fully dodge, and beside him, the terrifying monster 'Body Crusher' Dolgortrov was bearing down.

"Not good."

Teng Qingshan's abdomen instantly softened like cotton. The moment the bullet struck, a powerful internal force erupted, dissipating seven-tenths of the bullet's momentum. Simultaneously, his muscle instantly hardened like steel, trapping the bullet head before squeezing it out. Teng Qingshan himself performed an Iron Bridge, his hands gripping the ground, his entire body surging sideways like a dragon rolling through waves.

Sun Ze, not far away, revealed a cold smile on his face.

"Hahaha..." The massive Russian man roared with laughter and charged toward Teng Qingshan.

"This is the moment." Teng Qingshan spun his body again, positioning himself near the peach tree in the courtyard. He held a flying knife in each hand, his eyes darkening with sorrow. The two flying knives slipped from his grasp, each tracing an icy trajectory through the air, shooting toward Sun Ze and Dolgortrov.

Sun Ze sneered and fired a shot toward the incoming flying knives.

In terms of pure marksmanship, Sun Ze could absolutely rank in the world's top ten; shooting a flying knife was an easy feat for him.

"Hmph~~" The Russian giant 'Dolgortrov' let out a low roar, his right fist, encased in a metal gauntlet, smashing violently toward the flying knife.

Teng Qingshan's gaze was cold and deep, holding a trace of sorrow. The internal energy channeled into the two flying knives possessed an inexplicable, subtle connection to Teng Qingshan's state of mind.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Just as the flying knife was about to collide with the bullet, without any physical contact, the knife bizarrely fractured into seven or eight pieces of iron shrapnel. The trajectory of these fragments shifted slightly, yet they continued to shoot toward Sun Ze at extreme speed. The bullet, naturally, missed.

"No—" Sun Ze's face changed drastically.

He was less than ten meters from Teng Qingshan. Sun Ze had fired instantly after Teng Qingshan threw the knives. By the time the knives shattered, they were only about two meters away from him.

Two meters—with the speed of the flying knife fragments, this sudden change was something Sun Ze's nerves only registered as the fragments were already before his eyes.

"Pff!" "Pff!" "Pff!"

No fewer than three fragments pierced Sun Ze's face, exiting from the back of his skull.

"Uh..." Disbelief still lingered in Sun Ze's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by dull emptiness. His body went limp and collapsed onto the ground.

One of the fifty-two S-class assassins in the dark world, the Baguazhang expert—'Sharpshooter' Sun Ze—was dead!

For internal martial arts masters, the face is generally the weakest point for defense, unless one reaches the Grandmaster realm where the entire body is without flaw. For someone like Sun Ze, who had not reached that level, certain death was inevitable.

"Boom." The Russian giant 'Dolgortrov' faced a similar danger, but his luck was considerably better. He had used his right fist to block the flying knife, leaving his left fist habitually guarding his face. When two fragments shot toward his face, he blocked them easily with his left hand, the one covered in a gauntlet.

"You, you..." The Russian giant looked at his partner's corpse, staring at Teng Qingshan in shock.

A smile finally broke across Teng Qingshan's face.

"Monkey, Monkey..." Dolgortrov looked at Sun Ze's body. "The knife, how could the knife just shatter?"

A flying knife, inexplicably disintegrating on its own?

Teng Qingshan looked at the Russian giant, feeling a hidden wave of relief.

During the massive battle inside the RED organization's base, when he fought alone against numerous assassins, being overwhelmed when his two fists couldn't counter so many hands, he had felt the brink of death. On that edge of life and death, amidst a despairing and somber state of mind, he had unexpectedly discovered that in that special state of mind, coupled with a peculiar insight into the surrounding heaven and earth, he could forge a strange connection with the 'internal energy' imbued in his flying knives.

With this slender connection, he could completely control when the flying knife would shatter.

A flying knife shot out, and just as it neared the enemy, it suddenly broke into several pieces of scrap metal. How could anyone react to such a sudden transformation? Like Sun Ze, at a mere two meters, there was no time to react before his head was pierced.

An absolute killing move!

Although Teng Qingshan did not understand why that state of mind allowed for a connection with the 'internal energy' in the flying knives, he had memorized that condition and that move. He had also named this technique 'Sorrowful Blade.'

"Wolf, join Monkey in the grave!" Dolgortrov, the Russian giant, let out a low roar, his eyes faintly red, like an enraged lion. Within his line of sight, the black uniform suddenly seemed to expand by a size. This sturdy killing machine stomped the ground.

The concrete floor shook and cracked open as if a high-speed heavy truck was charging forward.

"Haha, come well!" Teng Qingshan laughed instead of retreating, meeting the charge.

His feet stomped the ground in succession, cracking the concrete like a giant treading down the earth. Though appearing ferocious, Teng Qingshan's movement was as graceful as a swimming dragon. His left palm was held before his face, while his right fist shot out like a coiling dragon. Using his waist as the pivot, all his body's strength instantly converged entirely on his right arm.

"Sssshhh~~" His right arm unnaturally swelled by a size.

Veins bulged, appearing ready to burst, and every muscle snapped back like taut sinew, generating a potent spiral force. His right fist resembled a rotating drill, emitting a sharp whine.

"Hah!" Dolgortrov, the monster, leaped up, raising his right fist—the one covered in the metal gauntlet—high, then brought it down with overwhelming force, like a rapidly fired cannonball, smashing toward Teng Qingshan.

Dolgortrov's massive fist left a residual blur as it collided with Teng Qingshan's fist.

"Sssshhh~~"

Dolgortrov clearly felt a strange kind of force transmitted through the gauntlet, even causing his entire right arm to twist uncontrollably, emitting a faint grinding sound. Dolgortrov's expression shifted; fortunately, his attainment in ancient Yoga was extremely high, allowing him to forcefully resist this spiral force. "If my strength were slightly less, my arm might have been twisted off! Now, my right fist can probably only exert eighty percent of its power."

If Dolgortrov was not having a good time, Teng Qingshan was in an even worse state.

The instant their fists met, Teng Qingshan was sent flying back by the leveraging force. "Hahaha..." Dolgortrov let out a wild laugh, not hesitating for a second, and continued his rapid pursuit.