Aberon cursed and stopped reciting the passage to the afterlife.

Yang Fei immediately Huo Ran turned his head, his eyes blazing as he stared in the direction of Aberon.

In that instant, a faint warning finally surfaced amidst the chaotic thoughts in Yang Fei's mind.

A sense of crisis emerged, like a blade of iron wire grass breaking through the soil.

Although this dangerous feeling was extremely slight and fleeting,

it was enough for the battle-hardened Yang Fei.

With a Tiger Pounce, he pressed Xiao Xuanya to the ground.

Before he could react further, a high-speed spinning bullet came shooting towards them.

The sound of the bullet tearing through the air was startling.

The bullet grazed Yang Fei's shoulder and flew past.

A spray of blood burst from his shoulder.

He did not stay in place; with rapid rolls, he hid his body beside a corner of the wall.

Xiao Xuanya was greatly shocked.

However, before she could speak, another bullet came flying in.

This time, the bullet destroyed half of the corner wall, and the flying dust and bricks covered them both head to face.

The sound of the Barrett wasn't loud, similar to the explosion of a firecracker.

In a night market like this, ordinary people couldn't detect it at all.

Nobody saw the terrifying sniper attack that unfolded in this dark corner.

Yang Fei kept Xiao Xuanya behind him and tensed up, crouching with an ear cocked, listening.

His shoulder, where the fabric was torn, continued to bleed profusely from the wound.

Yet he seemed not to feel the pain.

Xiao Xuanya, next to Yang Fei, was too tense to speak.

On the high-rise terrace, Aberon's gun muzzle remained locked on the corner.

And Observer Cyclops was so astonished he couldn't utter a word.

As far as he knew, this was Aberon's first missed shot as a King Sniper.

In the past, his targets had no chance to react before their heads would unexpectedly burst open.

But this time, he had only cursed.

The enemy instantaneously sensed the presence of the sniper and reacted swiftly.

The opponent's evasion was skilled and classic, a textbook example of perfection.

And his reaction was as quick as lightning.

An opponent like this is every sniper's nightmare.

Aberon was even more shocked than Cyclops.

He finally understood the words his brother, Blood Slave, imparted when teaching him the secret Buddhist Scripture.

"Your current level of sniping, whether it's stealth or sniping, can be considered first-class."

"However, you still need to temper your ability to control your killing intent and your mental discipline."

"Otherwise, when facing a true expert, just one moment of negligence..."

"Will allow him to detect your intent, feel the crisis, and thus have a chance to escape."

"And you, will never be a qualified sniper."

Before encountering Yang Fei, Aberon always thought his brother's words were an exaggeration.

How could there be such formidable individuals in this world?

Even if the enemy felt a sense of crisis.

As long as he appeared in the crosshairs, Aberon could blow his head off.

But now, Aberon had firsthand experienced that legendary expert who could foresee danger and avoid being sniped.

An unimaginable sense of humiliation surged in Aberon's heart.

His gun muzzle fixed on that silent corner, unyielding.

He stubbornly believed that the moment the enemy appeared,

even if just for an instant, he could shoot him dead.

However, the enemy never showed himself.

In the pitch-black night sky, a ferocious intent to kill lingered.

A sense of immense danger suddenly rose in Aberon's heart.

Without hesitation, he hoisted the Barrett on his back, gestured to Cyclops, and ran towards the stairs.

As the two had just reached the stairwell, a shadow sprang out like a leopard.

With each hand, the shadow locked onto their throats and then slammed them down heavily.

The two large men instantly smashed onto the hard concrete floor like broken sacks.

Aberon felt a severe pain in his internal organs, while Cyclops was knocked unconscious by the fall.

Aberon coughed twice, and fresh blood gushed from his mouth.

He watched the shadow at the doorway, slowly closing in on him.

Its long shadow stretched on the ground, exuding a mountainous, heavy murderous aura.

Aberon couldn't help but tremble in fear.

He was all too familiar with this kind of aura.

He had felt it vividly countless times from his brother, Blood Slave.

It was the confidence of controlling an enemy's life and death, the oppressive and terrifying aura that naturally emerged after the slaughter of many.

"You're Magic Shadow?"

Blood kept spewing out of Aberon's mouth as he spoke.

As he said this, his hand quietly reached for the pistol at his lower back.

Yang Fei looked at him indifferently.

"I'm just a regular person, I don't know any Magic Shadow. You've got some nerve, daring to enter Huaxia to kill!"

Aberon laughed: "I recognize you, you're Magic Shadow."

"Only a master like you could evade my sniping. I'm utterly convinced in defeat."

Suddenly, he crouched halfway and raised his pistol lightning-fast into the air, aiming at Yang Fei, ready to pull the trigger.

The next second, Yang Fei's hand was quicker off the mark.

He twisted Aberon's wrist with a reverse joint lock.

Aberon screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

Yang Fei casually shook his hand and the pistol disintegrated into countless gun parts that clattered to the ground.

Aberon rolled backward, unloading the Barrett from his shoulder.

But before he could aim the gun, Yang Fei's leg chopped down on him,

the chop like a battle-axe that carried a fiercely intimidating whoosh.

Aberon had no choice but to block upwards with the Barrett.

With a crackling sound, the Barrett's barrel twisted and deformed, its parts scattering.

The entire gun turned into something resembling a set square.

And Aberon's block did nothing to slow down Yang Fei's offensive.

His chopping leg, along with the twisted barrel, struck Aberon's neck full-on.

Aberon's cervical spine snapped immediately, and his neck drooped.

His breastbone and ribs emitted a grating, squawking sound.

However, Aberon, who had been professionally trained, did not lose his ability to resist.

He rolled back, drew the alloy dagger between his legs, and drove it into Cyclops' heart with a backhand stab, then twisted fiercely.

The unconscious Cyclops grunted.

Blood poured from the corner of his mouth, and after a couple of twitches, he was dead.

Yang Fei was caught completely off guard.

He hadn't expected this foreigner to be so vicious, to turn so ruthlessly on his own teammate when overpowered.

Aberon let out a ghastly laugh, his teeth clamped shut as he shifted his body, leaning slanted against the terrace wall.

He struggled to make himself more comfortable, his deep blue eyes fixed on Yang Fei.

"My brother once said, the most terrifying thing about East Asian assassins isn't their guns, but their ancient yet mysterious martial arts."

"I didn't believe it before, but now I do."

Yang Fei looked at Aberon dispassionately.

He could see that Aberon, having suffered a severe chop, had his bones shattered and could no longer resist.

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