Extreme Almightiest Young Master-Chapter 113: Why Kill Me
Lu Xiaoqi looked back and saw that the figure was still following him. He broke out in a cold sweat; he had already exerted all his strength, yet he couldn’t shake him off. Instead, the distance between them was closing, with nearly half a meter gained every minute. Good heavens, was this person even human? He should know that he, a killer specializing in speed, relied on it to survive. He had thought that besides his master, no one could beat him in speed, not even AA-ranked mercenaries could keep up with him!
But now, someone had appeared who was even faster than him. How could he accept this? If this wasn’t a freak of nature, what was!
Now, Lu Xiaoqi was filled with regret. Why the hell did he take on this mission? Wasn’t this just seeking death? Any other mission would have been better than this one; at least he wouldn’t be chased like a dog, with only one belief in his head: as long as he could shake him off, he would survive.
But dreams are beautiful, and reality is cruel. Lu Xiaoqi sadly found that no matter how he ran, his distance from Lin Feng kept decreasing. His unbeatable speed in the past was useless in front of Lin Feng. Who the hell are you? Such impressive skills, you should be a teacher, not throwing me into a pit—Heaven Pit, tossing my life away in there.
Time passed very fast, and in the blink of an eye, another dozen minutes had flown by, and the two men had run from the city to the suburbs.
Feeling that Lin Feng was getting very close behind him, Lu Xiaoqi saw a tree ahead. On a whim, he pointed his toes and did a back flip, with the knife in his hand viciously chopping down toward Lin Feng’s head—a sure kill, as quick as Lightning, this move had claimed the lives of many well-known experts!
Seeing Lu Xiaoqi suddenly attack, Lin Feng simply smiled indifferently. Lu Xiaoqi was fast, but he was faster. He slightly sidestepped to dodge Lu Xiaoqi’s knife, then followed up with a kick to Lu Xiaoqi’s chest, sending him flying.
"Bang!"
Even as Lin Feng sent him flying, Lu Xiaoqi still didn’t understand how he had been hit. He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood in mid-air, then landed heavily on the ground.
Lin Feng’s moves were too fast, much faster than any expert he had ever encountered—so fast that he couldn’t even react before being kicked to the ground. What did that mean? An absolute expert! In front of him, he had no power to fight back, just like a kindergartner fighting an adult. It looked like he wasn’t going to get past today. If so, then he might as well go all out. At least that way, there was a chance to live!
With this thought, the barely supported Lu Xiaoqi suddenly moved again, his knife glowing with a cold light as he chopped at Lin Feng.
With a "clang," Lu Xiaoqi felt as if his knife had struck something made of steel, almost flying out of his hand. He quickly retreated, looking incredulously at the knife in his hand.
There was a notch on the blade of the knife that had been with him for many years!
This knife, custom-made for him, could chop through steel like butter and had always remained as shiny as new. Yet today, it had been notched. With disbelief written all over his face, he looked toward Lin Feng.
In Lin Feng’s hand appeared a military dagger that wasn’t very long, with the striking word "DEATH" etched on its snowy blade.
Seeing the knife in Lin Feng’s hand, Lu Xiaoqi couldn’t muster even a hint of resistance in his heart. Everyone knew who the owner of "DEATH" was. This meant that the Lin Feng before him had already dealt with their lord. What level must this Lin Feng be...
More importantly, his proud speed was nothing before him.
Despair. The injuries inside his body were severe; he couldn’t run, and fighting was obviously out of the question.
So, the only option was death!
Despite his reluctance to leave the colorful world, as an assassin, he knew this day would come. Without any hesitation, he closed his eyes and slashed the knife across his own throat.
Lin Feng had been keeping an eye on Lu Xiaoqi. He hadn’t gotten the information he wanted, so how could he let him commit suicide? Seeing the determination to die in his eyes, Lin Feng moved quickly, grabbing the knife and throwing it away, swiftly dislocating Lu Xiaoqi’s arm to prevent him from killing himself, then sat down on him with a thump.
"What’s your name?" Lin Feng was curious about who exactly this man was. His skills weren’t all that impressive, yet he somehow possessed such a peculiar speed.
"Don’t ask me. I don’t know anything. Kill or maim me, do as you please." Lu Xiaoqi felt as if everything but his mouth was immobile. His arm was dislocated, and his legs weren’t functioning. Suddenly, a sense of dread washed over him, not knowing how Lin Feng would deal with him. Falling into the hands of such a person, escape was utterly impossible. Resigned to his fate, he braced himself to endure whatever came his way. An assassin must possess the resolve of an assassin!
"If you don’t provide the information I seek, I won’t let you die. I have ways to make you wish for death over life. My methods are quite special, guaranteed to be unforgettable for a lifetime! Even if you faint, it’s not a problem, for I have another identity as a doctor. I wouldn’t mind bringing you back from the brink of death. Your accent suggests you’re a local from Tianhai. If you don’t want to implicate your relatives, then confess truthfully. Don’t doubt my ability to find your family; there are many ways for me to find out before you die."
Lin Feng looked at Lu Xiaoqi on the ground, speaking these words calmly, without a trace of emotion, as though such things were routine for him.
Hearing this, Lu Xiaoqi’s scalp tingled with fear—a superb martial artist who was also a doctor. What did that mean? He could torture me at will without worrying about killing me. My God, could he truly be a demon? Even the fearless Lu Xiaoqi was becoming afraid. Although I might not fear death, the thought of enduring worse than death terrified me, especially since he had guessed that my family was in Tianhai. If I failed to tell the truth and implicated them, my sins would be grave. The more he thought about it, the more panicked Lu Xiaoqi became, almost wishing for death to end all his suffering and worries.
"This will hurt a bit, bear with it." Lin Feng saw the ever-changing expressions on Lu Xiaoqi’s face, knowing it was time to administer another strong dose. With that, Lin Feng slowly pointed a finger at Lu Xiaoqi’s body.
Pain? How painful could it be? This must be a joke. Since when had Lu Xiaoqi ever feared pain? However, even as he consoled himself, he realized he was gravely mistaken. The pain from being hit at his acupoints felt like an electric shock coursing through his body, causing convulsions. The soul-deep agony was indescribable, and all he could think was that he would rather die than suffer this torment!
Lu Xiaoqi writhed on the ground like a shrimp out of water...
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Half an hour later, Lin Feng saw that the man on the ground had almost had enough. The pain even caused him to lose control of his bodily functions; his clothes were as soaked as if he’d been pulled from water. Only then did Lin Feng stop and allow him to rest for a while. It took a good while before Lu Xiaoqi recovered some strength and slowly regained consciousness, opening his eyes.
"If you don’t want to suffer, answer truthfully. Don’t think about suicide, and don’t forget that I told you about my other identity as a doctor; even if you stop breathing, I can bring you back." Lin Feng spoke calmly to the man who had attempted to assassinate him, with one goal in mind—to break down his psychological defenses and make him tell the truth.
Hearing Lin Feng’s words, Lu Xiaoqi felt completely defeated, knowing very well that he wasn’t going to make it through the day.
He had originally planned to find an opportunity to kill himself quickly, to end this inhuman suffering. But upon hearing that Lin Feng was also a doctor, he completely abandoned the idea. No wonder the pain was so unbearable—that I fainted and woke up repeatedly without dying. If his martial skills were this advanced, could his medical skills be inferior? It was a foregone conclusion. Now, to end my life quickly, I must fully cooperate with Lin Feng. Otherwise, I’d be doomed to endure that excruciating torture. Just thinking about that feeling made Lu Xiaoqi want to pass out.
"Name," Lin Feng prompted Lu Xiaoqi, having received his compliance, with only two words.
"Lu Xiaoqi." Seeing Lin Feng shaking two fingers, Lu Xiaoqi’s scalp went numb. What did ’pain like hell’ mean? The recent experience was exactly that—being tortured to the point of fainting repeatedly and jolted awake each time. He would have rather died and been reincarnated early than utter any falsehoods; now, he only hoped to end it all quickly to avoid those two fingers touching him again.
We assassins all go through physical training; ordinary pains have very little effect on us, but the pain Lin Feng’s fingers brought was far beyond any limits I had previously endured, making me feel as though my soul was trembling. Could this be the so-called...
"You must belong to a sect, right? Otherwise, you wouldn’t have such skills." Running so fast, there had to be some backstory; otherwise, one wouldn’t possess such exaggerated speed, Lin Feng added.
"Ghost Shadow Sect, a small sect with no offensive martial techniques, only a set of ghostlike moves," Lu Xiaoqi understood what Lin Feng meant. Which martial artist wouldn’t be curious upon seeing someone far less powerful possessing the same speed as themselves? The gap between S and AA levels is vast, and about ninety percent of martial artists never break through to the AA level in their lifetimes.
"Why did you try to kill me?" Now that Lin Feng knew Lu Xiaoqi’s special movement techniques, he was very puzzled. I’ve had no dealings with this man, so why did he attempt to assassinate me?
"I’m a Golden Medal Assassin with an assassin organization. I took on a job to kill you, but I didn’t expect you to be so formidable. My attempt failed, and now I’m the one about to be killed. Maybe it’s just my bad luck. The job seemed easy and was close to home, so I took it. This is simply me digging my own grave." Lu Xiaoqi didn’t beat around the bush. An assassin must have the determination of an assassin. He knew he was certainly going to die, just not this quickly. He hadn’t lived enough yet.
Close to home? Could it be that his home is in Tianhai?
