Chapter 700: Assassination! All Sides Alarmed!

"Is Coach Xu available? I've come to visit Director Ling."

Feng Kuan stood outside the villa, his voice transmitted via holographic projection.

"Among the three people—including the director and deputy director—who knew the mission details, he's the only one who came."

"Is this a genuine visit, or is he the mole?"

Xu Jingming's eyes slightly narrowed.

Although he had been the head coach of the Thunder Martial Arts Academy's elite training camp for two or three months now,

he had barely interacted with this deputy director named Feng Kuan.

"I've had a few dealings with him—he's a decent enough person, not as aggressive as Liu Shan or Gan Gui."

Ling Shuang opened her crimson lips, her voice clear and melodious:

"A personal visit like this does sound like something he'd do—but we can't rule out the possibility that he's the mole."

"Alright, I'll open the door. Sister Shuang, get ready."

Xu Jingming nodded and left the training room.

Ling Shuang flickered away, returning to her bedroom, lying on the bed, pulling the covers over herself, and closing her eyes.

Her previously rosy cheeks instantly turned deathly pale, her breath faint as a thread, as if she were truly mortally wounded.

For an adept, achieving this was ridiculously simple.

Just control the heartbeat, slow the blood flow.

Any fourth-rank adept could do it, let alone Ling Shuang, an eighth-rank Zhongweida Master.

"Deputy Director Feng, please come in."

On the other side, Xu Jingming had already transformed his expression into one of anxious grief as he opened the villa door.

"Sorry to disturb you—I couldn't secure an eighth-rank healing adept."

"But I thought I'd come by first to check the situation; maybe I have some pills that could help."

Feng Kuan, standing at the door, spoke with a hint of apology.

"No problem, Deputy Director Feng."

"Eighth-rank healing adepts are hard to come by. Your coming here to visit is already more than enough."

Xu Jingming forced a faint smile and led Feng Kuan toward the bedroom.

Inside, his mind remained as still as still water—the SS-rank combat technique, Heart Net Perception, was already active.

If Feng Kuan showed even the slightest sign of attacking, the SS-rank Dou Tian Shen Lei would strike instantly.

Soon, Feng Kuan arrived at Ling Shuang's bedroom.

When he saw that Ling Shuang's breath was truly faint, a flicker of light—almost imperceptible—passed through his eyes.

"Director Ling shows no visible external injuries—this must be spiritual damage."

Feng Kuan studied her for a moment, then said:

"Spiritual damage is extremely difficult to heal—but luckily, I have an eighth-grade pill designed to restore spiritual energy."

"After Director Ling takes it, she should improve significantly."

As he spoke, he opened his right hand—the ring on his finger glowed.

But what appeared in his palm was not a pill—it was a dagger radiating chilling frost!

"Ling Shuang, die!"

Boom!!

Feng Kuan instantly activated his enhancement-type adept ability—the aura of an eighth-rank Zhongweida Master erupted violently!

His face twisted into a monstrous snarl, his blood qi still barely spreading around his body.

The sharp dagger shot forward like lightning, aimed straight at Ling Shuang's throat!

"Hmph, trash of the Tianming Sect!"

Ling Shuang, who had been lying on the bed, suddenly opened her eyes.

She let out a cold snort, her slender figure vanishing from the bed in a flash, reappearing midair.

Boom!!

The dagger pierced the pillow—its explosive force shattered the entire solid wood bedframe!

"Heh, so you were faking your injuries."

Feng Kuan seemed to have anticipated this—he stomped his right foot hard!

Boom—rumble~~

The hard marble floor instantly cracked, the force spreading outward.

The luxury villa, built to withstand a level-nine earthquake, could no longer hold—walls split open and collapsed downward.

Yet he used the recoil to pierce through dust and smoke, leaping high into the air.

"Trying to escape in the chaos? Not a chance! Chaotic Space!"

Ling Shuang pointed a slender finger—spatial energy spread, engulfing both Xu Jingming and Feng Kuan.

Boom—rumble~~

The three of them seemed enclosed in their own isolated space—the falling debris could not touch them at all.

Feng Kuan had barely leapt fifty meters when he felt a crushing pressure pinning him down—he could no longer escape upward.

Helpless, he unleashed his blood qi midair, changing direction to leap beyond the villa's ruins.

"No wonder—S-rank spatial adept ability, truly formidable!"

At this moment, Feng Kuan had shed all trace of his former kind demeanor, his laugh sharp and shrill.

"I suspected the mole might be Liu Shan—or Gan Gui—but I never imagined it was you."

Ling Shuang hovered in midair, her long hair dancing lightly in the wind.

She turned her beautiful eyes toward Feng Kuan, her clear voice carrying a faint chill.

Xu Jingming, on the other side, couldn't help but nod silently.

According to the information he had gathered on Liu Shan and the others.

Feng Kuan was indeed the most unremarkable, the one with the least presence.

Yet who would have thought that the more inconspicuous someone was, the deeper they tended to hide.

"That's... Vice Director Feng and Director Ling?!"

"What's going on? Why are they fighting?"

"Whoa, they even knocked down the villa!"

"......"

The residents of this villa district were all high-level psychics of Lei Ting Martial Arts Hall.

Hearing the commotion and sensing two eighth-rank Grand Masters' auras, they stepped out of their villas and turned their gazes toward the source.

When they recognized the two as Ling Shuang and Feng Kuan, their faces filled with surprise.

Although everyone knew Ling Shuang had a feud with Liu Shan's group, why did it have to escalate to violence?

Especially since one of them, Feng Kuan, had a decent reputation within the martial arts hall.

"It's starting! I never expected the Tianming Sect's mole inside Lei Ting Martial Arts Hall was him!"

On the roadside opposite the villa, a stunningly beautiful woman hidden among the crowd wore a faint look of fervent excitement.

As soon as the Tianming Sect's report ended, she rushed here immediately.

Though she couldn't intervene, she wanted to see what this so-called undercover agent truly held.

He actually dared believe he could completely kill Xu Jingming before whole and unharmed Ling Shuang.

"This aura... is it Feng Kuan's? Why is he activating his psychic ability now?"

On the other side, it seems to be... Ling Shuang? But wasn't she severely injured?"

In the martial arts hall building, Liu Shan, at the very top floor in his office, frowned.

As an eighth-rank peak Master Zongshi, his perception was extremely sharp—he sensed the origin of those two auras in an instant.

In the next breath, his figure blurred into a phantom and vanished from the office.