Bang!
In the dark of night, Zhao Yizhen darted forward like a nimble fox, instantly reaching the side of the wooden man.
Years of combat experience allowed him to analyze the weaknesses of the wooden man within moments.
A broad physique, immense strength, one punch could cause an opponent’s internal organs to shift.
But it didn’t matter. Despite their great strength, such people are slow due to their size and weight.
Countless thoughts flashed through Zhao Yizhen’s mind. In an instant, he lowered his stance and thrust a dagger towards the inside of the wooden man’s thigh.
From watching too many TV dramas, one might think a person’s heart and head are their only weak points, but a real assassin knows that any part of the body can be a weakness.
As long as you hit the right blood vessel, even a small wound can be fatal.
Yet when the dagger struck, Zhao Yizhen’s face suddenly changed.
This dagger was forged with high-carbon steel, its special metal and high-carbon structure compressed at high temperatures, making it extremely stable.
When struck by this dagger, even iron would be as fragile as paper.
However, when his blade fell on the wooden man, there was no reaction at all.
The opponent was a master; forceful attacks were useless!
Fear gripped Zhao Yizhen’s heart. He immediately retreated, abandoning his dagger.
The dagger dangled on the wooden man’s pants.
A flicker of confusion seemed to flash through the wooden man’s eyes.
He picked up the dagger and scratched the inside of his thigh.
Though he had a human form, he was actually just wood gathered together.
Zhao Yizhen’s disappearance did not shake Liu Nuyan’s resolve.
He waved his large hand and said coldly:
"Everyone, do not panic. Take care of this blockhead first! He moves slowly, probably trained in Hard Qi Gong, but no matter how strong he is, he’s only one person. Once we deal with him, Lin Beichen is just a piece of trash!"
There was no need for further words; everyone’s primary target was the wooden man.
This giant stood there as immovable as an iron wall.
If they did not take him down, there was no way of knowing how to assassinate Lin Beichen.
"This is bad, they have too many people. Your bodyguard won’t stand a chance."
Zhao Weinan said in horror.
As a member of the Zhao Clan, she had some knowledge of these assassins.
Though the environment in Dragon Country had improved a lot over the years, thirty years ago, the country was in utter chaos.
In that era, countless martial arts experts emerged.
Over the past thirty years, these martial arts experts had all disappeared. On one hand, the domestic environment improved, and people no longer paid attention to them. On the other hand, these experts were heavily compensated to act as instructors for the great families and clans.
Movie spies could kill swiftly and silently.
For ordinary people, such scenes were mere stories, never something they could imagine happening in real life.
But for a family at the level of the Zhao Clan, training a super expert was just a matter of effort.
The assassins tonight were likely the elites of the Zhao Clan.
"It’s okay, none of them will survive."
Lin Beichen said calmly, with extreme tranquility.
Even though the killing intent surrounded him, he was still leisurely admiring the lake water.
In the darkness of the night, the lake was exceptionally clear, and under the moon’s radiance, it seemed to contain a special energy.
Lin Beichen slowly stretched out his hand, his perception seemingly drifting through the heavens and earth, no longer focusing on his surroundings.
Zhao Weinan tugged at Lin Beichen, finding him daydreaming, her eyes widened.
This guy was still daydreaming.
Didn’t he know how dangerous it was now?
Out of the darkness of the night, a man charged forward like a raging bear.
Until Zhao Yizhen’s failed strike, this man had hidden in the shadows.
He burst into mad laughter, insanity gleaming on his face.
"You big oaf, let me see how tough you are."
His voice echoed like thunder, his fists swelled, his entire body becoming more robust.
Standing nearly two meters tall, he matched the wooden man in size and strength, his power accompanied by a fierce gale, his strikes hammering down like a massive mallet.
The howling wind from his strike was like a crashing artillery shell, fiercely smashing towards the wooden man.
Those nearby felt the force of the wind and had to stop, unwilling to confront it head-on.
Standing behind them was Liu Nuyan, his eyes flickering with amazement.
"Three Emperors Cannon Hammer!"
The Three Emperors Cannon Hammer was an ancient Daoist technique.
This technique emphasized astonishing power upon impact, with the force of a punch flowing seamlessly like water, yet exploding with the might of a flood when hitting the target.
The punch was powerful, leaving almost no trace when executed.
The assailant emerged from darkness, striking amidst chaos, catching the wooden man off guard.
If hit, the power of the Three Emperors Cannon Hammer could turn the opponent’s internal organs into paste.
"Lin Beichen, next year this time, we’ll be celebrating your death anniversary."
In the dense darkness, Zhao Yizhen wore a cold smile.
The one using the Three Emperors Cannon Hammer was not of the Zhao Family but an adventurer from the Starry Sky Association.
Those making a move tonight weren’t just them.
Lin Beichen had brought many elixirs, enough to entice adventurers to act.
While adventurers were admirable, it was laughable to think they were law-abiding by nature.
They were dangerous figures walking the grey zones.
In civilized places, they disguised themselves as gentlemen, but when encountering something they desired, they would tear off their masks in an instant.