Chapter 700: Assassination! All Sides Alarmed!

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

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

"Of 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 narrowed slightly.

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

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

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

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

"Visiting in person does sound like something he'd do—but that doesn't rule out the possibility 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 the bedroom, lying on the bed, pulling the blanket over herself, and closing her eyes.

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

For an adept, achieving this was effortless.

All it required was controlling heart rate and slowing blood flow.

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

"Deputy Director Feng, please come in."

On the other side, Xu Jingming had already donned an expression 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 to check the situation; maybe I have some pills that could help."

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

"No problem, Deputy Director Feng.

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

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

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

If Feng Kuan showed even the slightest sign of attacking, the SS-rank Heavenly Thunder would strike instantly.

Soon, Feng Kuan reached Ling Shuang's bedroom.

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

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

Feng Kuan studied her for a moment, then said:

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

After she 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 gleaming with chilling frost!

"Ling Shuang, die!"

BOOM!!

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

His face twisted into a monstrous snarl, his blood qi still swirling around him, not yet fully dispersed.

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

"Hmph, trash of the Heavenly Fate Cult!"

The Ling Shuang lying on the bed suddenly opened her eyes.

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

THUD!!

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

"Heh, so you were faking your injury."

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

BOOM-BOOM-BOOM~~

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

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

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-BOOM-BOOM~~

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

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

Forced to abandon his ascent, he erupted his blood qi midair, changing direction to escape the villa's ruins.

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

Feng Kuan had shed his former kind demeanor entirely—his laugh turned shrill and vicious.

"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 fluttering gently in the wind.

Her beautiful eyes fixed on Feng Kuan, her clear voice laced with cool frost.

On the other side, Xu Jingming silently nodded.

According to the data he'd gathered on Liu Shan and the others,

Feng Kuan had been the most unremarkable, the least noticeable of them all.

Yet the quieter the man, the deeper the hidden blade.

"Is that... Deputy Director Feng and Director Ling?!"

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

"Damn, they even knocked down the villa!"

"......"

The villa district housed only high-rank adepts of the Thunder Martial Arts Academy.

Hearing the commotion and sensing the two eighth-rank Grand Master auras, they emerged from their homes, staring over.

When they recognized Ling Shuang and Feng Kuan, their expressions turned to shock.

Everyone knew Ling Shuang clashed with Liu Shan's group—but why escalate to outright violence?

Especially since one of them was Feng Kuan, who had a decent reputation within the academy.

"It's begun! I never thought the Heavenly Fate Cult's mole inside the Thunder Martial Arts Academy was him!"

On the roadside opposite the villa, a stunningly beautiful woman hidden among the crowd wore a faint, feverish excitement on her face.

After receiving the Heavenly Fate Cult's report, she had rushed here immediately.

Though she couldn't intervene, she wanted to see what this so-called mole's true cards were.

How could he possibly believe he could kill Xu Jingming outright, right before a fully healthy Ling Shuang?

"That aura... is it Feng Kuan? Why is he activating his ability now?

The other one... is that Ling Shuang? But wasn't she severely injured?"

In the academy's main building, Liu Shan, on the top floor in his office, frowned.

As an eighth-rank peak Grand Master, his perception was razor-sharp—he instantly identified the source of the two auras.

In an instant, his body blurred into a phantom and vanished from the office.