Chapter 808: Invincible!

Two assassins…… the neck wound pierced by the Silver Needle instantly split open a ferocious blood mouth.

Scalding bright-red blood…… surged wildly out of the wound, splattering across the black hallway floor.

The two assassins' pupils dilated violently, their faces instantly filled with extreme terror and pallor.

They instinctively clutched their necks' fatal wounds with both hands, pressing with all their strength to seal them.

But the Silver Needle had completely sealed their blood vessels; external pressure was utterly useless.

The surging bright blood…… kept gushing wildly from between their fingers, unstoppable in its flow.

Sensations of suffocation and excruciating pain instantly overwhelmed their bodies, draining strength from their limbs in a flash.

Their formerly tense, upright bodies went completely limp, unable to muster even a shred of force.

Accompanied by two heavy thuds, the two assassins collapsed one after another onto the toxin‑filled floor.

Their bodies twitched violently several times, eyes wide open, staring fixedly at the ceiling above.

The killing intent in their eyes vanished completely, leaving only lifeless emptiness; their breath ceased entirely.

In just a few seconds, the two top‑tier assassins with ancient martial foundations were utterly dead.

In the dim hallway filled with toxin smoke, only a glaring pool of blood remained on the ground, the atmosphere grim and horrifying.

Lin Yuan swept his expressionless gaze over the two corpses on the ground, his eyes showing no ripple.

Having endured countless life‑and‑death battles, he had long grown accustomed to such scenes.

He continued to hold his breath steadily, daring not to relax his vigilance over the surroundings.

The black toxin smoke in the hallway remained thick and churning, its lethal presence never dissipating.

He lifted his foot and stepped steadily, walking past the fallen bodies and slowly advancing deeper into the hallway.

Lin Yuan's goal was crystal clear: go downstairs as quickly as possible, completely eradicate all ambush‑hiding assassins on the perimeter, and eliminate that sniper.

Only by clearing away all obstacles could the deadly threat looming over Qin Bore be completely lifted.

Just as he was about to reach the hallway elevator entrance, the tightly closed elevator doors sprang open without warning.

Ding……

The crisp sound of the elevator opening rang out especially jarringly and terrifyingly in the silent, gloomy hallway.

Inside the black elevator car, a massive crowd of dark silhouettes surged out instantly, their killing intent towering.

Dozens upon dozens of assassins poured out of the elevator, instantly packing the narrow hallway shoulder‑to‑shoulder.

Each assassin stood tall, dressed in uniform black tailored suits, exuding a cold, ferocious aura.

Their neat suits could not conceal the fierce, murderous qi emanating from their bodies; every gaze was icy and piercing.

Without exception, they all gripped a sharp, icy‑glinting machete tightly in hand.

The heavy blades were polished to a blinding shine, flashing deadly cold light even in the hallway's dim glow.

As they burst from the elevator, every pair of eyes locked straight ahead onto Lin Yuan in unison.

In an instant, dozens of ferocious, brutal gazes converged entirely on Lin Yuan alone.

No one spoke a word; there was no extra probing or preparation.

Dozens of assassins simultaneously raised their hands, swiftly drawing the machetes fixed at their waists in a uniform motion.

Swish‑swish‑swish!

The dense drawing‑blade sounds exploded one after another, the piercing metal scrape echoing through the entire hallway.

The icy blade wind instantly swept in all directions, carrying a thick scent of blood and killing intent.

The next second, dozens of assassins lifted their feet together and charged madly at Lin Yuan.

Each sharp machete was raised high, imbued with the force to split mountains and rocks, all slamming down fiercely upon Lin Yuan's body.

Their numbers were packed tight, completely sealing off every avenue of dodge or retreat for Lin Yuan in front, behind, left, and right.

Facing the frenzied encirclement of dozens, Lin Yuan's expression remained icy and calm, showing not a trace of panic.

He kept his mouth and nose tightly shut, continuously holding his breath to resist the lethal toxin smoke permeating the surroundings.

Even though his old wounds had not healed, his surrounding battle aura remained fiercely intense to the utmost.

His muscles tensed layer upon layer; every inch of his bones and sinews instantly entered peak combat condition.

Facing wave after wave of encirclement by dozens, Lin Yuan stood alone, calmly meeting all incoming foes.

In the narrow, enclosed hallway, blade light instantly filled the sky, cold gleams crisscrossing wildly.

Countless shining blade shadows layered and overlapped, densely enveloping every direction around Lin Yuan.

The fierce blade edges sliced the air, issuing sharp, ear‑piercing sonic booms, killing intent surging to the heavens.

Lin Yuan's eyes were eagle‑sharp, locking onto each incoming machete slash, his predictions flawless.

His footwork was supremely agile; his body continually shifted with swift sidesteps, shifts, retreats, and spins.

Every change of posture was perfectly timed, just barely avoiding the deadly blade strikes.

The vicious machetes repeatedly grazed his collar, shoulders, and ears as they whistled down.

The heavy blades slammed hard into walls and floor, exploding specks of stone and dust.

The hard walls were gouged with deep and shallow ferocious blade marks, their destructive power shocking to the extreme.

Lin Yuan weaved through the sky‑filling blade light, his posture light yet explosively powerful.

Even when surrounded by dozens of fearless assassins, he remained as steady as Mount Tai, revealing no opening.

Within the black toxin‑swirling elongated hallway, the assassins' encirclement assault grew ever more frenzied.

One after another, the icy‑glinting machetes chopped down in layers, sealing off all of Lin Yuan's movement space.

Lin Yuan's footwork shifted like wind; his body twisted and turned, constantly threading through the gaps between blade lights.

His waist and back continually exerted force; his torso frequently sidestepped, retreated, and spun to evade each deadly chop.

Countless blades scraped past his body with howls, stirring up fierce, bone‑chilling gusts.

Walls and floor were hacked by machetes, stone fragments flying everywhere; dense blade marks looked horrifyingly ferocious.

Passive dodging was not Lin Yuan's fighting style; while dodging, he had already gathered power, ready to strike.

His fingers slightly curled, his cuffs slid repeatedly, and several sharp Silver Needles quietly fell into the gaps between his fingers.

Taking advantage of the moment when several assassins lunged in succession and their bodies clustered, Lin Yuan's wrist jerked repeatedly.

Silver Needles tempered with a cold gleam shot out one after another, turning into several fine silver streaks.

The Silver Needles moved at extreme speed, precisely piercing the dim poisonous smoke and straight stabbing the vital points of the assassins ahead.

The few assassins rushing in front had no time to react and could not dodge.

The icy Silver Needles all pierced into their weak points such as shoulders, necks, and wrists.

Intense numbing pain instantly spread throughout their bodies, causing the assassins' movements to suddenly stiffen and stall.

The machetes they gripped tightly flew from their hands, clanging to the ground, leaving them with no combat ability whatsoever.

Immediately after, their bodies went limp, one after another collapsing and twitching, completely losing any ability to resist.

In a brief instant, several brave assassins who rushed forward were easily knocked down by Lin Yuan.

But the assassins behind remained fearless, stepping on their companions' bodies and continuing to launch fierce assaults forward.

Lin Yuan's gaze was cold and sharp, his demeanor calm and steady, showing no relaxation of vigilance despite having felled several.

His peripheral vision swiftly swept the entire scene, instantly capturing an extremely crucial detail flaw.

He noticed that every assassin in suits present wore a professional Gas Mask on their face.

The black, airtight Gas Mask fit tightly to the face, blocking all poisonous smoke from the surroundings.

The full set of protective gear was complete and professional, enough to allow them to fight for a long time in the poisonous smoke environment.

In contrast, he himself, fighting alone, had no protective equipment against poison at all.

From the moment he stepped out of the door, he relied solely on his willpower to forcibly hold his breath.

Initially, while standing still or walking slowly, his body's oxygen consumption was extremely low, and he could still easily sustain it.

But now it is a high-intensity close-quarters melee with dozens of people, with movements swift and vigorous, and maneuvering extremely intense.

Every dodge, every strike, every exertion frantically consumes the oxygen stored in his body.

The greater the bodily activity intensity, the faster the muscles consume energy, and the oxygen consumption rate will increase exponentially.

Lin Yuan clearly felt a deep, recurring sensation of suffocating soreness and distension in his chest.

His previously steady qi and blood began to slightly churn, and the feeling of suffocation from oxygen deficiency was gradually spreading.

He instantly perceived in his heart the assassins' entire nefarious scheme and tactical aim.

These assassins had no urgency to engage him in a death-defying close combat; they deliberately prolonged the entanglement.

Each of their attacks held back, neither greedy for merit nor rash, solely to keep him tightly entangled.

All acted in perfect unison, taking turns to step forward and restrain, constantly pulling at the battle's rhythm.

Relying on the advantage of their Gas Masks, they seized absolute initiative in the poisonous smoke environment.

They were convinced that Lin Yuan, relying only on holding his breath, could not possibly sustain a long, high-intensity fight.

As long as the delay lasted long enough, the oxygen stored in Lin Yuan's body would surely be completely exhausted.

Human physiological instinct cannot be defied; when oxygen deprivation reaches its limit, one will inevitably be unable to resist opening the mouth to breathe.

And the air throughout the corridor was filled with a lethal poisonous smoke capable of causing instant death.

Once he could not help inhaling, the poisonous smoke would enter his body, his respiratory tract would instantly ulcerate, and he would suffocate and die on the spot.

These assassins' plan was not close-quarters slaughter but a sinister war of attrition.

They did not need to defeat Lin Yuan; they only needed to drag on until he lost control from oxygen deprivation, then they could win without fighting.

The moment he understood all this, the coldness in Lin Yuan's eyes grew deeper, and his mind became utterly tense.

Lin Yuan realized…… he had fallen into the enemy's meticulously laid death trap, the situation extremely perilous.

The longer the delay, the lower his chances of victory, and the higher the risk of death.

Lin Yuan's feeling of suffocation in his chest…… grew ever stronger, and even a faint oxygen-deprivation tinnitus sounded faintly in his ears.

He forcibly suppressed the instinct to open his mouth for air, clenched his teeth tightly, and gathered his remaining strength.

At this moment, he not only had to face the dozens of ferocious assassins before him, but also contend with his own physiological limits.

The extreme oxygen deprivation continually eroded Lin Yuan's consciousness, yet it could not shake his fighting will in the slightest.

His fingertips again swiftly slid off several Silver Needles, the icy metallic touch making his mind grow ever more focused.

This batch of suited assassins were by no means ordinary brutes; each was a practitioner of ancient martial arts with solid foundation.

His wrist jerked suddenly, and dense silver light again burst from his palm, sweeping toward the swarming assassins ahead.

Their muscles all over tensed instantly, their feet performed exquisite ancient martial arts steps, and their figures staggered to dodge.

Upon hearing the sharp, piercing sound of the Silver Needles breaking the air, all assassins' expressions changed drastically, daring not to offer any hard resistance.

A few stray Silver Needles that could not be avoided brushed past their shoulders and collars, deeply embedding into the rear wall.

Figures flitted and maneuvered through the thick poisonous smoke, their movements uncanny and swift, precisely dodging the incoming Silver Needles.

They deliberately kept a wide combat distance, always avoiding close-quarters entanglement with Lin Yuan.

No assassin rashly launched a close assault anymore; all withdrew in unison with great tacit understanding.

They clung stubbornly to the original tactical core, not competing in strength but in attrition, aiming solely to wear Lin Yuan down.

Every wandering pull, every round of evasion and retreat, was their meticulously calculated delaying tactic.

In their view, the human physiological limit is an absolute chasm that cannot be crossed.

Wearing Gas Masks, they breathed freely, and their stamina remained consistently full.

They were convinced that it would not be long before Lin Yuan lost control from oxygen deprivation and was forced to open his mouth to inhale the poisonous smoke.

Under high-intensity combat, anyone's breath-holding duration would be greatly reduced.

Ordinary adults, at rest, holding their breath for two minutes already is the peak limit.

This group of ancient martial assassins, well-versed in combat and human limits, completely underestimated Lin Yuan's physical fitness.

But from the moment Lin Yuan stepped out of the room and entered this toxin-filled corridor, a full ten minutes have already passed.

If accompanied by vigorous exercise and high-intensity exertion, half a minute would already leave him gasping, instinctively craving breath.

Such terrifying breath-holding ability has long surpassed the physiological limits of ordinary people.

For a full ten minutes, he inhaled not a single breath, relying solely on residual oxygen in his chest to sustain high-intensity combat.

His qi and blood circulation remained steady and orderly, with no decline in limb explosive power or reaction speed.

Even though his chest felt sore and swollen with sharp pain and his ears rang, his mind remained clear and sharp.

Lin Yuan's eyes held a bone-chilling cold; he had seen through all of the enemy's schemes, leaving only indifference and killing intent in his heart.

Such heaven-defying physical foundation was something none of the assassins present had ever imagined, even in their dreams.

The thick black toxic smoke was torn apart by the force of his charge, rolling outward to both sides.

He no longer passively circled; he planted his feet and surged forward like a drawn blade, charging straight into the sea of assassins.

His hands alternated, flinging Silver Needles continuously from his fingertips, a stream of silver light unbroken and impenetrable.

His upright figure weaved through a sky of blade light and black mist, his aura fierce, unstoppable in all directions.

Several assassins ahead, desperately dodging, ultimately could not evade this wave of dense concealed-weapon attack.

The cold, sharp Silver Needles pierced the air precisely, viciously striking their limbs and shoulder-neck acupoints.

No longer a point strike, but a wide-area covering sweep, sealing off all dodging space for the assassins.

Piercing wails suddenly erupted in the silent corridor, tearing through the black mist.

Intense numbness and pain exploded instantly, spreading along the meridians throughout their bodies, directly locking their movement.

They clutched their stinging, numb wounds, their bodies staggering and swaying, collapsing one after another to the ground.

The originally fearless assassins' bodies stiffened successively, and the sabers in their hands slipped and fell.

The remaining surviving assassins, seeing this scene, were instantly overwhelmed by a tidal wave of shock.

In a short moment, another large batch of assassins lost combat ability, collapsing limp in pools of blood and toxic smoke.

Everyone's hearts were filled with utter shock, their minds gone blank.

Through the Gas Mask's view, they stared fixedly at Lin Yuan, whose posture remained agile, eyes full of disbelief.

Fighting intensely for ten minutes without breathing, he did not suffocate or weaken; instead, he grew braver with each battle.

They could not comprehend how a human could hold his breath for ten minutes while retaining such terrifying combat power.

Their originally confident delaying tactic utterly collapsed into a ridiculous joke at this moment.

This completely overturned all their understanding from years of martial practice and deep knowledge of human limits.

The protracted war of attrition not only failed to wear down the opponent, but instead inflicted heavy casualties on their own side.

Their proud ancient martial body techniques and grappling skills were useless before Lin Yuan's absolute strength.

Fear spread wildly through their limbs, completely shattering their psychological defenses.

A deep sense of despair instantly enveloped the heart of each surviving assassin.

Continuing to grapple would only lead to total annihilation, with no chance of turning the tide.

Faced with an opponent that could not be countered by ordinary means, everyone felt the urge to retreat.

They no longer bothered to restrain Lin Yuan, turning and fleeing in panic toward the elevator entrance.

The remaining assassins had no fighting spirit left; their minds completely collapsed.

But with killing intent already aroused, Lin Yuan would not give them any chance to retreat or escape.

Disordered footsteps echoed urgently in the corridor, full of fluster and embarrassment.

His figure unceasing, his motions unhindered, the remaining Silver Needles at his fingertips all shot forth, faster than lightning.

His eyes held no pity whatsoever, only cold, resolute killing intent.

Each Silver Needle precisely targeted lethal weak points such as the neck and temples.

Several streaks of silver light pierced the rolling toxic smoke, accurately catching up to those assassins turning to flee.

Sharp pain instantly swept through their bodies, their qi and blood congealed, and their strength drained completely.

The assassins fleeing had no time to look back and dodge, all of them getting hit.

Their bodies convulsed uncontrollably, and their frantic strides came to an abrupt halt.

They instinctively clutched their bleeding, numb necks, their throats emitting hoarse, ragged groans.

In just a few breaths, the remaining assassins all collapsed, none left standing.

One upright body after another lost balance, heavily collapsing onto the cold corridor floor.

Lin Yuan stood alone amidst pools of blood, his posture straight as a pine, still steadily holding his breath.

Within the gloomy corridor, the toxic smoke continued to churn, corpses littered the ground, and the smell of blood permeated everywhere.