Two years ago, he was assigned a mission to assassinate a general from a small country. Several assassins from other organizations were also sent together with him.
He would never forget the sudden appearance of a figure dressed in black with a masked face. He wielded two black broadswords, and every slash of his sword emitted a bone-chilling coldness that left a corpse behind with every strike.
He did not have any Qi power, yet he still lost. He only managed to endure less than five exchanges under that figure's hands.
That day, he knelt on both knees, only asking for a quick death. But the icy blade did not fall on him.
The figure said, "You're different. There's still a shred of kindness in your heart."
Bitterness welled up in him as he told the figure that he had killed many people, many innocent people, and that his hands were already stained with blood.
The figure told him that an assassin could be merciless, but should not be inhumane.
The reason he appeared in that resource-scarce small country was that the commoners here were suffering, and the only one providing aid to the impoverished commoners was the general he was sent to assassinate.
If the general was assassinated, this country would be controlled by militants forever, and the commoners would be plunged into dire straits.
The figure left without even glancing at his face behind the mask. And he, likewise, was unable to catch a glimpse of the figure's true appearance.
That day marked a pivotal change in him. He no longer accepted missions from the organization, even if it meant being hunted down by them.
Later, he learned that the figure had a resounding nickname–Blood Wolf King. He was the war god of the Chinese military, with a terrifying track record of fighting eight Qi warriors single-handedly.
Hearing the black-clad youth's words and detecting the hint of hesitation in his eyes, Ye Fengwu's eyebrows furrowed slightly.
Hmm...
Suddenly, Ye Fengwu's gaze landed on the fist sword in the youth's hand. Finding it somewhat familiar, the corners of his mouth curled up as he said plainly, "So it's you. If I'm not mistaken, you should be Qing Feng, ranked 123 among assassins."
Upon hearing this, the black-clad man's expression changed abruptly. He stared grimly at Ye Fengwu and asked, "How do you know me? Who exactly are you?"
Indeed, the black-clad youth was none other than Qing Feng, ranked 123 among assassins. The ranking was not based on strength, but on the number of successful assassinations.
In the world of assassins, anyone who made it onto the ranking list had hands stained with blood.
Ye Fengwu snorted dismissively, "Qing Feng, also known as the anomaly among assassins. He once accepted a payment of one dollar to massacre over a hundred armed militants in the Silver Triangle region."
"But what I don't understand is, why are you here?"
To massacre hundreds for one dollar went against the rules of the assassin world. He would face hostility from the entire assassin community, yet he still did it, because that was the only keepsake left to the girl by her parents killed by militants.
A complicated look flashed across Qing Feng's eyes, as if he was struggling with something.
Ye Fengwu caught this subtle change in his eyes and spoke again, "No matter the reason, I can let you leave today. If we meet again next time, I will kill you."
For some reason, Qing Feng did not feel that he was boasting. Instead, he shook his head with a complex tone, "I once swore to never take an innocent life again, but I've gone back on my word. If you insist on stopping me, I can only add one more innocent death."
After speaking, Qing Feng charged at Ye Fengwu once more. The fist sword in his hand was even sharper and swifter than before.
Ye Fengwu stood still and placed his right hand on his waistband. He said flatly, "Since you persist, then...this time I can only kill you."
This time...
No one understood the implication behind Ye Fengwu's words, but Qing Feng's expression changed slightly. Still, his footsteps did not falter.
Not only that, the fist sword in his hand was already shrouded in a faint cyan glow, presenting an eerie scene.
Even from afar, Luo Yihuaung and Qin Qinghan felt an extremely sharp aura emanating from that faint cyan glow. It made their bodies tense up involuntarily.
Qin Qinghan was even more worried now. Her hands trembled as she clutched her clothes, hoping desperately that he would be alright.
Clang!
Suddenly, an extremely clear ringing sounded throughout the gym, accompanied by a blinding white light. In Ye Fengwu's hand appeared a soft sword.
The sword's edge was as thin as a cicada's wing. Its trembling, bending blade was like a winding venomous snake, giving off a rustling sound in the air.
As the sword qi emerged, the surrounding temperature plummeted abruptly, causing Luo Yihuaung and Qin Qinghan in the distance to shudder involuntarily.
From that snow-bright soft sword, they sensed an extremely bloody chill.
Qin Qinghan didn't even know that Ye Fengwu had been hiding a soft sword at his waist. Recalling the box of firearms in his house, she felt even more bitter.
This sword was called...Blood Frost. Once unsheathed, it would not return without drawing blood.
With sword in hand, Ye Fengwu's aura instantly turned icy cold, as frigid as the chill on the soft sword, making him seem one with the sword.
Clang!
With a slash of the sword, icy radiance shot forth in all directions. The sword thrust out like a dragon, its sharp aura irresistible.
Seeing the soft sword in Ye Fengwu's hand, Qing Feng's eyes shuddered violently, and a look of difficult bitterness emerged from them. Still, he put all his strength into stabbing his fist sword forward.
Clang!
The soft sword slashed against Qing Feng's fist sword, sparks bursting forth. Qing Feng only felt his hands go numb, and his whole body couldn't help but retreat back several steps.
The soft sword was the most difficult cold weapon to wield. Ordinary blades could be used to kill even by a commoner, but the soft sword required true mastery. Even a peerless expert would be hard pressed to wield it effortlessly without adequate skills.
Yet Ye Fengwu's soft sword skills had reached the realm of perfection. Even with its cicada wing thinness and mere ounces of weight, he could cleave out strikes with the force of a thousand jun.
The sword's weight determined the wielder's speed, and the soft sword's offense lay not only in its unpredictable variations, but also its unmatched speed advantage.
And in the instant Qing Feng retreated, Ye Fengwu's second sword strike had already stabbed forth,
the thin sword edge like a swift venomous snake aiming straight for Qing Feng's chest.
In desperation, Qing Feng hurriedly used his fist sword to block.
Clang clang!
But the soft sword's snakelike assault was simply impossible to defend against. The flickering sword edge instantly deflected the fist sword on both sides.
With the soft sword's flexibility akin to a snake and unmatched sharpness, even as Qing Feng tried to retreat, the sword edge still pierced through his right chest.
Qing Feng's eyes widened in shock. He felt no pain, only an icy coldness permeating his whole body, as if wrapped in freezing ice.
Ye Fengwu said flatly, "I don't like using it, because its killing intent is too heavy. Once the sword edge is out, it will surely draw blood."
Qing Feng slowly lowered his arms, the corners of his mouth curving up into a strange smile. His gaze calmly fixed on Ye Fengwu, fixed on this face.
He dared not make any rash movements, for he knew this sword could easily cleave him in two.
From afar, Qin Qinghan covered her mouth with both hands, an expression of shock and disbelief on her face. She knew Ye Fengwu was violent, but had never seen him so formidable before. His fighting skills were even more thrilling than movie special effects.
Yet she hoped Ye Fengwu would not kill people, for she did not want him to become so bloodthirsty.
Beside her, Pei Ying was even more stunned, his mouth gaping wide enough to fit a steamed bun.
"Expert...he's an expert." He had never seen someone so powerful before. In their hands, he would be as helpless as a baby.
He was certain that even if all the world's martial arts champions swarmed them, they would not pose the slightest threat.
At this moment, Pei Ying's face flushed red involuntarily. To think he had arrogantly wanted to teach this person a lesson earlier.
Whoosh!
Ye Fengwu drew back his arm, swiftly pulling the soft sword back out from Qing Feng's chest. The sword edge did not have a single drop of blood on it.
Swish!
In the blink of an eye, the sword had returned to its sheath. Qin Qinghan, Luo Yihuaung and the others in the distance didn't even get to see the full form of the soft sword, because Ye Fengwu sheathed it too quickly.
Bang!
To Qin Qinghan and Luo Yihuaung's bewildered faces, Qing Feng suddenly knelt before Ye Fengwu, facing his knees.
If one didn't look closely, they wouldn't even see the extremely narrow slit on his chest where his clothes had been cut.
"Why...why spare me again." Qing Feng said like a broken man, head bowed down.
Again...
That one word "again" immediately aroused the curiosity of Luo Yihuaung and Qin Qinghan.
The moment the soft sword left Ye Fengwu's hand, Qing Feng had already recognized him. Although he had never seen Ye Fengwu use a soft sword before.
But that imposing, prestigious aura could only belong to the Blood Wolf King.
"If you had harbored any intention to kill towards that woman just now, this sword would have pierced your heart." Ye Fengwu said lightly.
The woman he spoke of was obviously Qin Qinghan.
When Qin Qinghan had shielded Luo Yihuaung, he had clearly sensed a moment's hesitation from Qing Feng. His target was Luo Yihuaung, he didn't intend to kill any innocent.
And it was precisely because of his hesitation that he had survived.