Chapter 566: Shocking Qingzhi!

Jiang Feng got out of the car and stood on the dirt road.

Night wind blew in, carrying the wild's distinctive earthy scent and the fresh fragrance of plants.

The moon was half-covered by clouds, only a few stars twinkling; the light was dim, making it hard to see anything beyond ten meters.

Around lay a vast wilderness, weeds overgrown, deserted and uninhabited.

Jiang Feng slowly walked deeper into the dirt road.

Here, all was silent, not even insect sounds; the stillness made one's skin crawl.

Only his own footsteps could be heard, stepping on gravel and dry grass, making a rustling sound.

However, Jiang Feng sensed a faint killing intent lurking here.

It hid in the darkness ahead, like a dormant venomous snake ready to strike and bite.

This assassin is truly cautious.

Now, Jiangnan province is under martial law; the Dragon Group has deployed several hundred people, with patrols of police and plainclothes everywhere.

Airports, train stations, and highway entrances are all sealed off.

So he did not choose to leave amid the chaos, but hid here instead.

Perhaps because he also knows he hasn't finished his mission to assassinate Yun Mengrou.

He is like a venomous snake, forever hidden in the dark, constantly seeking an opportunity to strike.

Unfortunately, this person's skill is somewhat lacking.

He can never hide in front of me!

Jiang Feng was not at all hurried; he stepped slowly, each step in the night unusually clear, as if stepping on a person's heartbeat.

He knew that person had already noticed him.

That killing intent reacted the moment he got out of the car.

Although faint, Jiang Feng could feel a pair of eyes watching him in the darkness.

Jiang Feng neither sped up nor slowed down, walking forward at an even pace.

His expression was calm, his breathing steady, as leisurely as a stroll in his own backyard.

After walking about five or six minutes, a figure suddenly appeared in the distance wilderness.

That figure emerged from the darkness, as if rising from the ground, soundless. He wore a black night cloak, a hood on his head, his face covered with black cloth, only his eyes exposed.

He stood there like a black statue, completely motionless.

His aura was so restrained that, if not seen with the eyes, one could hardly sense his presence.

His body leaned slightly forward, his center of gravity low, like a leopard ready to pounce at any moment.

He held no weapon in his hands, but Jiang Feng could sense that he concealed at least three knives on his body, each poisoned.

He just stood there silently before Jiang Feng.

And Jiang Feng did not change his stride at all, continuing step by step until he stood before that figure.

The distance between them was less than three meters.

Jiang Feng stopped and looked at the person before him.

He could not see the person's face clearly, only a pair of eyes.

One eye was normal black, the other flickered with a faint green light in the darkness.

The green pupil was especially eerie in the night, like a will-o'-the-wisp.

That was Fire Phoenix Qingzhi, the top-ranked assassin, ninth on the Fierce Men List.

Jiang Feng said nothing, merely looking at him.

Qingzhi also remained silent, the two just staring at each other, as if sizing each other up.

After a while, Qingzhi finally spoke.

His voice was hoarse, carrying a chilling aura.

"Young man, you shouldn't have come here!"

His tone was flat, yet each word carried an invisible pressure.

Jiang Feng, however, stretched lazily, moved his neck, appearing completely at ease.

He spoke lightly.

"If I could, I'd rather sleep at home on such a beautiful night. Too bad…"

He paused, his gaze turning cold.

"Someone killed my friend, so I must avenge him!"

As soon as he said that, Jiang Feng keenly sensed the killing intent in the air intensify.

That killing intent was like an invisible blade pointing straight at his throat.

Qingzhi's voice held a hint of surprise.

"You actually managed to find me?"

His tone was full of disbelief.

He had been an assassin for decades, his specialty being concealment and tracking.

He was confident that even a Heavenly Human Realm expert from the Dragon Group could not find his hiding place.

But this young man before him not only found him, but walked straight up to him.

Qingzhi fell silent for a moment, then spoke again, his voice turning even more chilling.

"If I killed your friend, I'm sorry…"

He paused, the corner of his mouth curling into a cruel smile.

"To express my apology, I can send you to meet your friend!"

As the words fell, a flash of cold light descended, icy and sharp.

Qingzhi's hand slid out from his sleeve, and a narrow, long Short Knife appeared in his palm.

The blade was pitch black, nearly invisible in the night, except for a glint of cold light on the edge that flickered in the moonlight.

His speed was astonishing, like a black bolt of lightning, instantly appearing before Jiang Feng.

The Short Knife thrust straight toward Jiang Feng's heart, fast and ruthless, leaving no room for escape.

This strike could pierce a steel plate.

Jiang Feng's expression remained calm; he shifted his body slightly and dodged the strike.

The Short Knife grazed his clothes as it thrust past, the blade slicing the air and emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Qingzhi's brow furrowed slightly, he turned his wrist, and the Short Knife swept horizontally toward Jiang Feng's throat.

Jiang Feng leaned back; the Short Knife swept past above his chin, narrowly missing his skin.

Qingzhi gave Jiang Feng no chance to catch his breath.

His attacks were relentless, one blade after another.

Each strike aimed at a vital point, each carrying the belief of a killing blow.

His knife technique had no flashy moves, just the most direct killing skill.

Thrust, cut, sweep, deflect—each motion was clean and efficient, with no wasted movement.

His speed was astonishing, leaving afterimage after afterimage in the darkness.

Jiang Feng had no weapon, only his bare palms to meet the enemy.

His palm technique was equally fierce; each strike carried immense force, the palm wind tearing the air and issuing a deep, muffled sound.

The two fought fiercely in the wilderness, blades and palms clashing, back and forth.

Each collision produced a metallic roar, shaking the ground, leaving it Trembling.

The weeds under his Foot were cut by the palm wind and blade energy, scattering everywhere.

The stones on the Ground were shaken into Jumping, scattering everywhere.

Qingzhi grew more startled the longer he fought.

His knife technique, honed over decades of countless life‑and‑death battles, made every strike a killing move, every strike deadly.

He had once killed over a Hundred people with this knife, including several experts of the Heavenly Human Realm.

But this young man before him seemed able to anticipate his moves, each time dodging his attacks with perfect timing.

His blade could never touch Jiang Feng's body.

Jiang Feng also did not rush to counterattack; he merely dodged while observing Qingzhi's knife technique.

He was looking for a flaw.

Any martial art has a flaw, even the most perfect knife technique is no exception.

Qingzhi's knife technique was fast, precise, and ruthless, but even the fastest blade has a moment of exhaustion.

Jiang Feng was waiting.

Waiting for the moment Qingzhi revealed a flaw.

Qingzhi seemed to sense Jiang Feng's intent, his attacks becoming more violent and more frenzied.

His blade grew faster and fiercer, like a raging storm, pouring down from all sides toward Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng kept retreating, appearing to be suppressed.

But his gaze remained calm, without a trace of Panic.

After several dozen exchanges, Qingzhi's blade speed finally slowed. His breathing grew ragged, fine beads of sweat seeping from his forehead.

The continuous high‑intensity attacks took a heavy toll on him.

Jiang Feng's eyes lit up.

Now!

He suddenly stopped retreating, lunged forward, and struck a palm toward Qingzhi's chest.

This palm strike used eighty percent of his strength, its speed astonishing.

Qingzhi's face changed drastically; he instinctively raised the dagger to block.

Blade and palm clashed, emitting a tremendous roar.

Qingzhi's body was shaken back several steps, his tiger mouth numbed, the dagger almost flying from his grip.

His complexion completely changed.

He never expected this young man's strength to be so great.

Jiang Feng gave him no chance to catch his breath, stepping forward and delivering another palm.

Qingzhi gritted his teeth, resisting with all his might.

But Jiang Feng's palm force was too strong; strike after strike, each heavier and faster than the last.

Qingzhi was knocked back repeatedly, deep footprints left in the ground under his foot. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his face deathly pale.

Jiang Feng unleashed another palm strike, landing squarely on Qingzhi's face.

The mask on Qingzhi's face shattered instantly under this tremendous force.

Fragments flew everywhere, revealing the face beneath the mask.

It was a pale face, with high cheekbones, deep-set eyes, thin lips, as if devoid of color.

Most striking were his eyes.

His left eye was normal black, his right eye a green hue, the Pupils slit like a snake's.

It was an odd‑colored Pupil, emitting an eerie light.

Qingzhi's right eye widened fully, his gaze filled with shock.

He looked at Jiang Feng, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

He never imagined that his own mask would be shattered.

He had been an assassin for decades, and no one had ever been able to touch his face.

But today, he met someone stronger than him.