Chapter 117: Bing Yi is the only candidate for assassinating Chen Yan

Tianbei Fist Tournament, at the entrance of the Executor Office.

A slender figure appeared, hair long, hanging over both shoulders, wearing a mask imprinted with a star pattern.

Shen Yiwei raised a hand, preparing to knock on the door, then couldn't help but turn around, gaze passing through the railing to look at the vast arena.

The staff were still cleaning the Arena.

In the center of the massive Star Dome above, four giant screens were suspended, playing back the video of Bing Yi suppressing all the fighters.

Shen Yiwei watched in a daze, even though he had already learned of Bing Yi's battle record today just a moment ago.

But at this moment, looking at the replay again, Shen Yiwei still felt a sense of shock in his heart.

He couldn't even understand where Chen Yan found so much time.

Cultivating SoulRefining, and also cultivating Horizontal Refinement.

Even cultivating Fist Intent and Spear Intent.

From the very beginning, Shen Yiwei had always wanted Chen Yan to give up the path of SoulRefining.

Chen Yan was persistent, so he didn't stop him, but in his heart, he still didn't think much of it.

But now...

"Why are you here again? I already said, I don't want to see you!"

Chi Lao's impatient voice rang out from inside the room:

"If you're coming in, then come in. You've been standing outside the door for half a day; do you know how uncomfortable that makes me?"

Shen Yiwei's gaze tightened, and then he walked in.

"I said, I can't help with that matter regarding your Master. I don't have the ability to help; you know the temper of that person above."

Seeing Shen Yiwei, Chi Lao let out a Sigh.

"That person above, with my Master, is at least..." Shen Yiwei began.

"Stop!" Chi Lao waved his hand hurriedly, a Cold Snort:

"Your Master didn't say it like that back then. What, kicked aside when there was nothing to do, and now that there's something, you want to crowd over again?"

Chi Lao gave a low hum, have some shame.

There aren't many people left in this world who can indulge Lu Xunyang.

"Since that's the case, why did Chi Lao have to come to a remote corner like Yunmeng City?"

Shen Yiwei said in a low voice.

"You don't think I came to help you, do you?" Chi Lao laughed strangely:

"Don't be so narcissistic."

Shen Yiwei said nothing, sat on the sofa, took off the mask, revealing an extremely weary face.

Feeling his pocket, Shen Yiwei lit a Cigarette and smoked it gloomily.

"Do you have business or not!" Chi Lao said with dissatisfaction.

"I do." Shen Yiwei flicked the ash:

"The fighters within the Tianbei Fist Tournament are colluding with each other, forming an assassination system. Chi Lao, you should know about this."

"I know, but this is the behavior of these fighters themselves. The Tianbei Fist Tournament is just a tournament platform." Chi Lao took a sip of tea.

"But these fighters sometimes also assassinate good and innocent people." Shen Yiwei exhaled a puff of smoke.

"I want you to talk about the matter!" Chi Lao cursed lowly:

"The assassination system has nothing to do with Tianbei. The greed of Humanity doesn't need a petri dish at all.

What use is it for you to tell me this?

Without the Heavenly Monument Fist Tournament, there would still be the Ziwei Fist Tournament, the Arctic Fist Tournament."

Shen Yiwei was silent for a while:

"Help me keep an eye on these fighters. As long as there is any matter of assassinating Chen Yan, find someone to tell me."

Chi Lao pursed his Mouth:

"The last time you arranged to meet those Gold Rank Fighters, was it also because of this?"

"Yes."

"Who is Chen Yan?"

"A genius I think highly of." Shen Yiwei said in a low voice.

"What does that have to do with me?" Chi Lao gave a faint Laughter:

"There are too many unjust things in the world. Do you expect me to manage them one by one?"

If he had a Red Heart, he wouldn't have come to Yunmeng City.

"This matter is not negotiable?" Shen Yiwei's expression was slightly cold:

"This is just a small matter!"

"I won't help even if it's a small matter." Chi Lao said faintly.

Bang!

A heavy door-closing sound rang out, and Shen Yiwei left directly.

Chi Lao's expression tightened slightly, followed by a Sigh.

Then, he clapped his hands, and a vibration was transmitted out.

The White Skirt Woman entered.

"Go investigate someone named Chen Yan. See which internal fighter has accepted the mission to assassinate Chen Yan." Chi Lao said.

The White Skirt Woman's expression changed slightly:

"Chi Lao, our tournament does not participate in the private affairs of the fighters."

"But aren't there a few too many bad assassination incidents happening lately?" Chi Lao stroked his White-Haired:

"In my view, many Boxers privately treat civilians as nothing at all; these people should be permanently expelled."

The White Skirt Woman nodded; what Chi Lao said made sense.

"If I remember correctly, it is the Platinum Rank Third Dark Soul who has been organizing the assassination of Chen Yan recently, right?"

"Yes." The White Skirt Woman nodded.

Chi Lao fell into Silence for a long while.

He was actually a bit interested; who was this Chen Yan?

"Also, what do you think of Ice Master's aptitude?" Chi Lao inquired.

"Has Chi Lao taken a fancy to Ice Master?" The White Skirt Woman was surprised; Chi Lao came from a big place and had very high standards.

"Whether I have taken a fancy to him or not still requires observation; tell me your feelings first." Chi Lao laughed.

"He has perseverance and aptitude." The White Skirt Woman laughed.

"Hmm." Chi Lao hesitated for a moment and said:

"What about his character?"

"That is hard to tell, but from today's events, one can see that Ice Master is a person who is very proud at heart."

"Everyone is proud at heart; everyone thinks they are invincible."

Chi Lao spoke and waved his hand, and the White Skirt Woman withdrew.

"Ice Master..." Chi Lao murmured.

Just at this moment, his expression changed slightly, as he sensed a figure appear in front of the Rest Room where Ice Master was.

They had just been talking about him, and now he appeared.

Platinum Rank Third, Dark Soul.

Knock, knock, knock...

The Rest Room door was opened by Chen Yan, and the man wearing Black Clothes and a Ghost Mask was sensing Chen Yan's Aura at close range.

"Ice Master, you really killed in all directions today." Dark Soul laughed.

"You aren't bad either; you have some Methods." Chen Yan spoke indifferently.

His own mobile phone had been given to him by Dark Soul; fortunately, he had been very careful at the time and had Siwen use a signal-jamming box to send it to the Martial Officer Town to be checked.

Sure enough, there was a tracking device.

"The matter from last time was a misunderstanding." Dark Soul spoke:

"I have come now to personally express my apologies."

Chen Yan walked into the room, Dark Soul followed closely inside, and closed the door.

Chi Lao narrowed his eyes; he had no intention of deliberately sensing other people's conversations.

But how did this matter happen to fall right at this moment?

Inside the Rest Room, the voices of Dark Soul and Ice Master's conversation rang out.

Time passed slowly.

This conversation lasted only a dozen minutes or so.

Soon, Dark Soul left.

Chi Lao's expression turned cold.

He felt quite a sense of Annoyance in his heart.

Inside the Rest Room.

The Mu Guang beneath Chen Yan's Mask was very calm.

Now he could be certain that this Dark Soul was indeed trying to assassinate him.

The other party had taken a fancy to Ice Master's Extreme Pierce.

On this point, even Chen Yan himself was a bit dazed.

He only just discovered that his Spear Intent was very suitable for assassination.

He hadn't tried it yet, but a single burst of the Spear should be able to extend over one kilometer.

The effect of Extreme Pierce lay right here.

Thinking from the other's perspective.

Chen Yan discovered that if he were Dark Soul, he would also want to find Ice Master to cooperate.

After all.

The previous few assassinations targeting Chen Yan had failed.

They could be certain that there was an expert by Chen Yan's side.

They could not be certain of the strength of the expert by Chen Yan's side.

Moreover, this was not meant to be an assassination, but to cripple Chen Yan's aptitude.

This was even harder.

To continue persecuting Chen Yan, who was already on guard, one needed to wait for an opportunity and then launch a long-range, single-point attack.

It had to be fast, sufficiently far, and sufficiently accurate.

As things developed to this point, Chen Yan suddenly discovered.

Ice Master was the perfect candidate to assassinate Chen Yan.

Chen Yan was indifferent.

When he created the Spear Intent, he hadn't thought of it this way.

But just now, he discovered that his Spear Intent indeed countered the vast majority of Horizontal Refinement Martial Artists.

Regardless of how strong your Flesh is.

With one Extreme Pierce, I compress all my power onto a single point; no matter how strong your Flesh is, your defense will be broken.

It's just that Dark Soul surely hasn't completely trusted Bing Yi yet.

During the conversation, Dark Soul didn't explicitly say who to kill.

Only that there would be over a hundred million in assassination funds.

Chen Yan naturally agreed.

How this matter will develop depends on what follows.

Soon, Chen Yan finished his review.

He opened the room door and found the White Skirt Woman.

"Take me to the Two-Grade Fist Intent Chamber."

Chen Yan spoke; he still had three hundred grams of Panlong Jade to absorb.

Based on previous experience, Chen Yan needed to fight continuously to better allow the Panlong Jade to enter his own limbs and Skeleton.

Going to the Combat Zone is fighting, and performing Observation and Imagination within the Fist Intent Stone is even more of a fight.

Chen Yan's method for becoming powerful in terms of True Intent is very simple: that is, once he has defeated a First-Rank Fist Intent, he will become First-Rank.

Defeat a Second Grade Fist Intent, and he will become Second Grade.

Defeating the superior with the inferior, pushing forward horizontally.

"How long do you intend to perform Observation and Imagination?" the White Skirt Woman asked.

"I don't know; I'll go as long as I can hold out."

Chen Yan's Monthly Points now exceed five thousand; he doesn't even want to calculate the time for the excess.

Perhaps, this is what it means to be extravagant.

The White Skirt Woman nodded and led Chen Yan into the Second Grade Fist Intent Stone.

The vast room was like an ancient Saint Realm temple, built from Green Stone, with the textures of the Green Stone intersecting.

In the center of the room, a giant Stone stood towering, with a fist print deeply embedded within it.

Chen Yan opened the Iron Box in his hand containing the Panlong Jade and swallowed that portion of Panlong Jade, which contained pure energy, in one gulp.

Boom!

A Fist Intent pressing down horizontally struck instantly; Chen Yan's Mu Guang turned sharp, rolling power erupted, and he threw a punch.

Boom—!

The head-on collision began.

At the same time.

Outside the Fist Intent Stone.

The White Skirt Woman was about to leave when she was startled to see a figure appear.

The person who arrived wore black clothes and a Mask imprinted with a Long Sword, and also held a Long Sword in their arms.

"Mr. Sword Rain, you have come."

The White Skirt Woman spoke hurriedly.

This was Sword Rain, ranked eighth in Platinum Rank, and the White Skirt Woman knew even more that the other party was seventh on the Yunmeng City Talent List.

Chu Xuanxian!

Logically speaking, Chu Xuanxian was only seventh on the Talent List, with a lower ranking than Qiu Wei, so it was impossible for them to be the Platinum eighth of the Tianbei Fist Tournament.

After all, Qiu Wei was only Platinum twentieth.

But the White Skirt Woman knew that this person had reached seventh on the Talent List relying on First-Rank Rain Sword Intent.

Last month, the Sword Intent had already been cultivated to the Second Grade.

Just a while ago, on the day their father Chu Cang was killed, Chu Xuanxian's Sword Intent had reached the Three-Product.

The other party appeared to be only seventh on the Talent List, but that was only because they hadn't gone to challenge the rankings or other Heavenly Pride for a long time.

No one knew what Chu Xuanxian's true strength was.

"My Monthly Points should be ready to be claimed, right?" Chu Xuanxian spoke:

"Also, my winning streak points from last time haven't been used either."

"Yes, Mr. Sword Rain," the White Skirt Woman said.

"Then take me to the Three-Product Sword Intent Chamber."

"Three-Product?" The White Skirt Woman was stunned, then hurriedly said:

"I heard..."

"Heard that my Sword Intent has already upgraded to the Three-Product, is that it?" Chu Xuanxian's tone was calm.

"Yes," the White Skirt Woman nodded.

Chu Xuanxian's voice was quiet:

"I have only just entered the Three-Product, and my sword path may be unstable; continuing to perform Observation and Imagination on the Three-Product will allow my Sword Intent to stabilize its Cornerstone."

"Good!" The White Skirt Woman nodded; what Chu Xuanxian said made some sense.

Chu Xuanxian looked toward the end of the Corridor, where there was a man wearing a dragon-patterned Mask and White Clothes.

"You go to my Cultivation Room first," Chu Xuanxian said.

"Good," the White-Clothed Man nodded, then left.

Soon, the White Skirt Woman led Chu Xuanxian into the Three-Product Sword Intent Chamber.

After finishing all this, the White Skirt Woman sighed.

Feeling that her whole day was nothing but constant busyness, and tomorrow she had to go organize the data regarding that Chen Yan again.

Sighing as she walked, the White Skirt Woman thought to herself that today's tasks were nearly finished.

It was precisely at this moment.

The pupils beneath the White Skirt Woman's Mask constricted slightly, for she saw a slender figure standing within the Corridor.

Waves of white Gang Qi erupted from the Youth's body.

The Bing Yi, which had originally given people a feeling of being eerie and cold, now gave the White Skirt Woman a feeling of extreme dominance.

Bing Yi?

Had it not already entered the Fist Intent Stone?

And this Aura...

The White Skirt Woman was shocked in her heart; could this be the true face of Bing Yi?

"Take me to the Three-Grade Fist Intent Stone!"

Chen Yan spoke in a low voice, the essence of the Panlong Jade within his body constantly battering his Flesh.

Chen Yan was wrong.

He had wanted to use the Second Grade Fist Intent to bring himself the feeling of battle.

The feeling was indeed there.

Under the bombardment of the Second Grade Fist Intent, Chen Yan was like a small boat in wild waves.

But it was not enough!

The pressure was not enough!

Chen Yan had forgotten that his own Extreme Satin Pattern had already broken the Boundary Limit.

Now, having consumed the Panlong Jade, he continued his Body Tempering.

That meant breaking the limit again after having already broken it!

Therefore, the Second Grade Fist Intent Stone could not help him.

Before he had even comprehended Fist Intent, he had already performed Observation and Imagination on the Second Grade Fist Intent Stone.

The current him needed a more powerful Fist Intent to strike!