Fan Lingtian was practicing slow Tai Chi, not the kind where the ethereal old men in movies could knock people over in minutes, but simply basic movements to unblock the circulation.

He couldn't help but be a little startled when he heard Xiaofan's request. This kid came to him out of nowhere for something like this.

"You wouldn't be looking for an excuse to intentionally get close to Zuimo, would you?"

Fan Lingtian's suspicion wasn't without reason. This kid had a track record, and who knew what mischievous ideas he was up to now.

The relationship between him and Shen Zuimo was ambiguous, and everyone knew why he kept approaching her again and again. However, at this moment, Xiaofan intended to put his personal feelings aside. If he couldn't ensure his own safety first, what future would there be for personal feelings?

"If I wanted to see her, I wouldn't use such an elaborate excuse. Of course, I won't deny that I've always thought about her," Xiaofan answered sincerely. Yet, after being at Yanhuang Soul for three or four days, he hadn't sought out Shen Zuimo, which clearly showed his purpose in coming here.

He felt the urge to see her every day, but Xiaofan had to restrain himself. He feared he'd be reluctant to leave if he did, and a flood of memories would come to mind.

But now, he suddenly had an idea—to rely on Shen Zuimo's assassination skills to teach everyone the technique of a single deadly strike.

Yes, Xiaofan's sudden thought was exactly this: one-hit kill.

If Li San and the others had already reached a bottleneck in strength and were more powerful than those assassins, then why were they still hesitant when it came to fighting with their lives?

It was wrong to say that Li San and the others were not willing to risk their lives. The remaining possibility was that the opponents' assassination skills were notably strong, and Li San's own killing techniques were very limited.

Take Li San, for example. His special move was the Swallow's Counterattack, but he couldn't use it right at the start, could he? Also, it consumed a considerable amount of Inner Strength, making prolonged combat impossible. Ren Ying's Sobbing Palm was much the same.

These special moves were reserved for crucial moments to either save one's life or turn the tides from a desperate situation; the usual aggressive attacks, though fierce, couldn't swiftly kill the opponent.

Although Xiaofan could kill an opponent with a toothpick, facing opponents of certain strength, the enemies could easily evade deadly strikes. If in close combat, one could swiftly seize the opponent's head, the battle could be quickly ended, reducing energy expenditure.

Back in the hotel lobby, when Xiaofan first saw Zuimo in action, the shocking scene was etched clearly into his mind. The quick, fierce, precise manner in which she casually dispatched the assassin with a dagger was stunning. Something like that could only be achieved through long, grueling training.

If Li San and the others could learn it, it would undoubtedly provide new insights into their attack capabilities.

At this moment, the stunningly beautiful woman was, as always, training rigorously according to her own training plan.

Long-term exercise left no trace of extra fat on her skin. The temperature in the training room was maintained at around twenty-five degrees Celsius, so today Shen Zuimo was wearing just a black camisole for her physical training.

Her flat belly, emphasized by her proud curves, drew the eyes of countless men. On her crystal-clear skin, sweat trickled down as if finding no place to rest.

As usual, whenever Shen Zuimo appeared on the training field, a large number of people gathered. Despite being repeatedly rejected by this ice-cold beauty, they persistently followed, as if feeling it an honor to be in the same training field with her.

Such attention was something Shen Zuimo had long since gotten used to. This made her develop a unique focus on her training, ignoring everything around her.

Still, today the training ground felt peculiar. Unnoticed until it began, Shen Zuimo sensed a pair of fiery eyes on her.

This gaze felt familiar, and she wasn't annoyed by it.

Finally, in the crowd, she found the eyes fixed on her—clear and untainted. When their owner noticed her gaze, he smiled slightly and continued to stand there looking on.

Why was he here again? Why had he come again?

Yes, Xiaofan was there again, but this time he wouldn't orbit Shen Zuimo like a fly. He didn't interrupt her training because it had been ages since he last watched her quietly like this. Just watching from afar, not disturbing her, admiring her focused expression and those cold, haunting eyes he missed so much.

Stopping her actions, under everyone's gaze, Shen Zuimo walked over to Xiaofan.

This move from Shen Zuimo immediately caused a buzz among those present, for Yanhuang Soul's most aloof, cold goddess actually approached a man other than Shen Junjie. What was this guy's background?

"Whoa, it's him?" Of course, some hadn't forgotten that he once got full marks at the dodge training center.

"Hi." The tone of greeting was somewhat delighted. No matter how hard he tried to suppress his feelings for her, it's at times like this when suppression becomes entirely impossible.

"You looking for me?" Shen Zuimo asked casually.

"Yeah, a bit of something."

"Say it."

"I want to invite you to be a mentor to me and my friends, to help enhance our close combat capabilities."

"Your strength is greater than mine, who would believe such an excuse?" Shen Zuimo said, naturally turning to leave. She felt this guy, while somewhat different from before, was still circling around to get close to her.

"No, I need the assassination skills you learned at Red Butterfly. I'm earnestly asking for your help."

"True or not, the training assignments the organization gives me must be completed daily, so I have no time to be your mentor."

"Grandpa Fan has already agreed."

Upon hearing this, Shen Zuimo's drinking motion halted, she looked at Xiaofan with some curiosity. Although her mind was puzzled, if Fan Lingtian truly consented, there must be a reason.

"Not going..."

And Shen Zuimo's answer was as those nearby predicted, she indeed refused.

"Why? I'm serious..." Xiaofan said, a bit anxious.

"Why should I teach you? What's in it for me? Moreover, such techniques aren't developed in just a day or two, even if you have a strong foundation..."

"Then teach us over the long term, and in return, we can teach you the techniques you desire. Plus, I have special methods to help you strengthen your personal prowess."

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