Chapter 810: Break Through the Heavy Siege!

Inside the cramped, sealed elevator car, the atmosphere was deathly silent, suffocating.

Lin Yuan heard a soft, steady elevator landing chime in his ears.

The numbers on the panel jumped… then froze at the first-floor position.

The lengthy descent ended completely, and the elevator steadied at the First Floor Lobby.

A crisp door-opening mechanical sound suddenly rang out, and the elevator doors on both sides slowly slid open toward the center.

As the elevator doors opened, Lin Yuan's pupils contracted.

The entire building's First Floor Lobby had long been completely packed with a dense crowd of people.

A black mass of people… stood in layers, their aura icy and lethal, devoid of any human warmth.

Over seventy top-tier mercenary assassins… had fully assembled, completely surrounding the elevator entrance.

All wore identical black suits, stood tall, their eyes fierce, killing intent soaring to the heavens.

They fixed their gaze on the open elevator car, eyes like blades, locking onto the lone Lin Yuan.

No one hesitated; no one stood by to watch.

The moment the elevator doors fully opened, over seventy assassins simultaneously exerted force with their steps!

The black sea of people… surged forward like a tide, charging straight into the narrow elevator car.

Each of them bore a mad killing intent in their eyes, striking with lethal, vicious moves.

This group of assassins was utterly ruthless, leaving no room for mercy from the start.

They never intended to give Lin Yuan any chance to walk out of the elevator alive.

The cramped elevator space… completely sealed off any escape route, designed for on-the-spot encirclement and slaughter.

Facing the frenzied encirclement charge of dozens, Lin Yuan's expression… remained steady and stern.

Lin Yuan's eyes held no trace of panic; the pent-up fighting spirit he had held for long erupted fully.

After holding his breath for ten consecutive minutes, his stamina and reaction showed no decline.

Faced with the swarming assassins, he couldn't even be bothered to use the Silver Needle between his fingers.

Hidden weapons… were still useful against scattered foes, but against a sea of close combatants they were superfluous.

Lin Yuan's figure… suddenly flashed, his footwork unpredictable, his movement so fast it left afterimages.

He completely abandoned all weapons, choosing to face over seventy top-tier assassins barehanded.

The surging crowd instantly flooded the car, the cramped space instantly filled to capacity.

The violent battle sounds exploded instantly, echoing throughout the entire First Floor Lobby.

The dull thuds of fists and feet colliding, the crisp cracks of breaking bones, and the wails layered upon each other.

The entire elevator car utterly became a brutal, close-quarters slaughter battlefield.

Lin Yuan's posture darted through the gaps in the crowd at extreme speed, his movements clean and decisive, each move vicious.

He skillfully employed the Top-tier Bone-displacement Technique and Close-quarters Grappling Technique, his moves precise and cunning to the utmost.

Every time he raised his hand or locked a grip, he precisely seized the opponent's limb joints.

The two assassins who lunged first swung their fists fiercely, their attack brutal and fierce.

Lin Yuan sidestepped to avoid the punches, his arm shooting out to precisely seize both men's wrist joints.

His five fingers instantly exerted force, twisting the wrists violently, the power strong and domineering.

Crack!

A sharp, piercing bone-breaking sound suddenly rang out, cutting through the noisy battle.

The two assassins' wrist joints were instantly snapped apart, bones displaced and deformed.

The intense pain instantly turned both men's faces ashen, and they let out shrill wails.

Lin Yuan showed no pause, following up by seizing their elbows and exerting force to twist them.

Another two crisp sounds rang out; the elbow joints were completely dislocated and broken, utterly ruined.

He casually shoved them; the two assassins, weakened by pain, lost control and flew backward.

They slammed heavily into the hard metal walls of the elevator car, producing a dull, heavy impact boom.

They slid down the wall to the floor, completely losing all combat ability.

Assassins from behind kept surging forward in layers, fearless of death.

Someone lifted a leg to kick fiercely, someone swung fists wildly, someone reached out trying to seize and hold Lin Yuan's body.

Lin Yuan's movement was wind-like agile, constantly shifting and dodging within the dense assault.

He kept both hands in a grappling-ready stance, striking fast, accurate, ruthless, never missing.

The palm lunging at him was precisely seized at the fingertips, then he bent it back forcefully.

Finger after finger was snapped apart, tiny bone cracks ringing continuously.

An assassin attempting to grapple his leg had his ankle locked by one hand, then violently twisted.

The ankle joint instantly dislocated and twisted, his balance shattered, and he collapsed with a crash.

Inside the cramped elevator, bone-breaking sounds rose and fell without cease.

Each burst of Lin Yuan's force was accompanied by an assassin's limb being ruined and a scream as they fell.

Continuously, assassins were blown away by Lin Yuan's domineering force, their bodies slamming hard into the elevator walls.

The metal elevator walls trembled slightly from repeated impacts, emitting a low, dull rumble.

Countless assassins… fell one after another, piling up in layers on the elevator's narrow floor.

The reek of blood, the smell of cold sweat, mingling with lingering toxic fumes, filled the entire elevator space.

Lin Yuan stood alone amidst the sea of people, still upright and steady as a rock.

Even though he was deeply surrounded by over seventy foes, he still commanded the entire battle.

The black‑pressing assassin wave, still reckless, frenziedly charged into the narrow elevator interior.

Dense crowds of figures came one after another, showing no hesitation, seeking only to kill Lin Yuan at all costs.

Wave after wave of assassins lunged in close combat, yet each wave was met with another wave of brutal collapse.

Lin Yuan's hands were like the coldest, most precise instruments of torture; each grab, twist, and lock unleashed tremendous force.

Sharp, piercing cracks of breaking bones echoed layer upon layer inside the cabin, making listeners' scalps go numb.

Countless assassins had their wrists, elbows, ankles, and knees brutally broken, dislocated, and shattered.

Miserable, despairing wails rose and fell, filling the entire narrow, confined space.

One after another, the once‑ferocious, fierce bodies went limp and collapsed heavily onto the floor.

In just a brief moment of fighting, the elevator interior had already become drenched in blood and utter chaos.

Warm blood trickled along the patterns of the metal floor, slowly gathering into pools.

On the floor lay assassins' corpses piled haphazardly in layers, almost filling the entire cabin.

Some corpses were twisted and bent, others had limbs broken and splayed outward, a horrifying sight to the extreme.

Lin Yuan stood alone in the midst of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, his posture still straight and unwavering.

His neat black suit had been completely soaked through by splattered blood.

Streaks of blood of varying depth covered the collar, cuffs, and shoulders, a shocking sight.

Lin Yuan's originally composed and elegant suit had utterly turned into a blood‑stained garment, exuding extreme killing intent.

The assassins kept coming in an endless stream, still frantically launching close‑range assaults on Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan lightly tapped his foot, channeled force into his stance, and repeatedly kicked nearby foes flying away.

Each of Lin Yuan's leg thrusts—side kicks—carried immense force, fierce and domineering, impossible to resist.

One after another, human bodies slammed into the elevator's metal walls like broken kites.

The thick, hard steel plates of the cabin could not withstand such violent repeated impacts.

The walls continually emitted dull booms, accompanied by the harsh screech of twisting metal.

One steel plate after another was dented inward and twisted out of shape, leaving the interior riddled with damage.

Once smooth and flat, the elevator's inner walls were now pitted, wrinkled, and ruined.

At the height of the melee, a surviving fierce assassin seized an opening and launched a desperate assault.

The assassin's eyes were filled with blood‑thirsty madness, gripping a cold‑glinting Triangular Military Spike.

Such a spike is extremely lethal, piercing blood instantly; once it enters the body, the damage is irreversible.

The assassin lowered his body, surged forward, swung the spike hard, and aimed the blade straight at Lin Yuan's vital head.

The assassin's stabbing angle was tricky and vicious, his speed extreme—purely a killing move meant to finish with one strike.

The icy blade wind blasted straight at his face; the shadow of death instantly enveloped Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan's gaze suddenly sharpened; in that critical instant, he sidestepped at extreme speed.

Lin Yuan slightly turned his neck, shifted his waist, and precisely avoided that deadly head‑on thrust.

The razor‑sharp Triangular Military Spike brushed past Lin Yuan's forehead at breakneck speed.

The spike's keen edge instantly severed a strand of black hair from Lin Yuan's brow.

The black hairs floated down lightly, landing on the blood‑soaked floor.

Having barely dodged the fatal move, Lin Yuan showed no pause, counterattacking swiftly and ruthlessly.

He suddenly lifted his right leg, his black leather shoe tensed with force, and delivered a fierce sideways kick with a whoosh.

A perfectly accurate kick struck squarely on the assassin's forehead.

A tremendous, domineering force erupted instantly, held back nothing, and poured out fully.

Boom!

A deafening blast exploded, the impact reaching terrifying extremes.

The assassin didn't even have time to utter a half‑cry before his head was violently kicked backward.

His whole head smashed hard into the rear metal wall of the elevator.

The hard steel plate was instantly punched through by the massive impact, forced inward and cracked open into a gruesome hole.

The assassin's head became deeply lodged in the deformed metal hole, wedged tight, unable to move at all.

Copious red blood poured from the deformed metal seams, staining large areas of the wall.

The assassin's face was a bloody mess, bones shattered, completely deprived of any ability to struggle.

The brutal melee continued to rage wildly inside the narrow elevator cabin.

The violent impacts of bodies sounded dull and heavy, booming repeatedly in the enclosed space.

Each sound signified that a top‑tier assassin had completely lost combat ability.

Even after witnessing all their companions die horribly, the remaining assassins, driven by desperation, frenziedly kept attacking.

The grating sound of bones breaking continued nonstop, weaving into a nauseating melody.

Lin Yuan remained standing at the battle's center, overwhelming all foes with supreme martial skill.

They had long been bound by mission and profit, facing death with a mutual‑destruction mindset, fighting to the death without retreat.

The feeling of suffocation in his chest grew stronger; his body had already reached the physiological limit ordinary people cannot endure.

He never relaxed his breath throughout, maintaining the extreme state of held breath.

After a full ten‑plus minutes of extreme bloodshed, the battle inside the cramped elevator came to a complete end.

Yet his gaze remained as sharp as a blade, his striking force still domineering and fierce, without the slightest decline.

Inside the sealed elevator cabin, not a single assassin remained standing.

The noisy, grating fight sounds and wails finally faded, and the entire building fell into dead silence.

The floor inside the carriage had long been completely covered with layers upon layers of corpses and mutilated bodies.

Over seventy top-tier mercenaries, lavishly paid, were all slaughtered by Lin Yuan.

Corpses piled up layer upon layer, reaching over two meters high, completely blocking the carriage's interior space.

Countless bodies were tangled and stacked, broken limbs and flesh-and-bone fragments mixed together in a heap.

Because the corpses were piled up like a mountain, Lin Yuan could not walk out calmly.

The densely packed mutilated bodies pressed layer upon layer, squeezing the originally spacious elevator to the point of being airtight.

Every inch he moved would tug at his still-unhealed old wounds, causing waves of sharp pain.

He could only turn slightly sideways, using the gap to exert force, painfully wriggling his body outward bit by bit.

His hair, neck, and cheeks were all stained with blotches of blood, making him look like a blood-drenched Asura.

His whole body was covered in sticky, warm fresh blood, and his black suit was completely soaked through with blood.

The heavily wounded assassin, not yet completely dead, curled up in a gap among the corpses, letting out feeble moans intermittently.

Inside and outside the elevator carriage, the ground was in utter disarray; everywhere lay broken bodies and flowing blood.

The entire area was suffused with blood-red, crimson covering every inch of the floor, leaving not a single clean corner.

Miserable groans intertwined, echoing in the spacious first-floor lobby, grim and bone-chilling.

Lin Yuan finally struggled out of the congested pile of corpses, his feet stepping onto the cold tiles of the lobby.

The cramped elevator carriage was even more saturated with blood to the extreme, resembling a cruel, icy hell on earth.

He slightly lowered his gaze, sweeping over the hellish scene behind him, his eyes showing not a ripple.

The continuous high-intensity bloodshed, plus prolonged breath-holding, made his body feel slightly heavy and doubly fatigued.

Extreme fatigue was instantly overwhelmed by an intense sense of danger.

He knew perfectly well that he had no extra time to rest and catch his breath.

Three snipers hidden in the darkness continued to lock onto Qin Bore inside the building.

The bulletproof glass in the upstairs rooms was already on the verge of its limit, unable to hold much longer.

The thought of saving someone firmly supported him, letting him forcibly suppress all fatigue and discomfort.

As long as the glass shatters, Qin Bore will instantly be exposed to deadly sniper fire.

Passing through the blood-soaked lobby, he rushed straight toward the building's exit at high speed.

Lin Yuan had no hesitation; his steps suddenly exerted force, his posture swift as the wind.

The dim yellow light of the streetlamps fell, stretching the shadows on the ground into long, thin shapes.

Pitch-black night enveloped the entire city; the late-night streets were empty and silent, with no one in sight.

In the depths of the night, two separate points suddenly flared with two fleeting muzzle flashes.

Lin Yuan had just stepped out of the building's main entrance, his feet not yet firmly planted.

Two high-speed spinning sniper bullets tore through the night wind, carrying an extreme sonic boom.

The firelight was fierce and glaring, especially conspicuous in the dim night, carrying a deadly killing intent.

One from the left, one from the right, they shot with pinpoint accuracy at Lin Yuan, who had just burst out of the building!

The piercing sound of breaking air tore through the silent night, a shrill blast that stabbed straight at the eardrums.

Lin Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted sharply, his eyes instantly filling with extreme solemnity.

His instinct, honed through countless life-and-death battles, instantly warned him, clearly judging the terrifying speed of the bullets!