Chapter 802: He's Broken

Just as Jian Changsheng was poised to strike, the assassin narrowed his eyes and took a step back.

"There might be some misunderstanding between us. I had no intention of offending... You two continue."

Jian Changsheng stood frozen in place.

Before he could recover, the assassin's figure slipped into the dim street and vanished in a flash, seemingly having retreated far away.

Jian Changsheng: ?

Jian Changsheng, who had been planning to have a real fight with this assassin, felt like he had punched a pile of cotton; his heart suddenly felt empty... He never expected this assassin to be so afraid of a fight. Back at the Comet Restaurant, when this guy failed to assassinate the Young Sect Master once, he still dared to face him head-on.

Why did he just leave after one failed attempt against him?

Is he too strong now?

Jian Changsheng hesitated for a moment but chose not to pursue. On one hand, his mental energy was indeed nearly exhausted; on the other, he had a more important target for revenge...

Jian Changsheng turned back, about to say something, but his expression stiffened when he saw the empty street before him.

At some point, Sun Bumian's figure had disappeared.

Jian Changsheng: ???

You have to understand, with his current perception, even the [Assassin] path couldn't hide completely... But in the time it took him to turn his head, Sun Bumian had just vanished like that?

How did he do it?

On the deserted street, Jian Changsheng's chest heaved violently. The rage he had been ready to vent was suddenly bottled up inside again, nearly giving him a heart attack from pure frustration.

"Damn it... are you two working together?!!!"

The more Jian Changsheng thought about it, the angrier he got, and he slammed his foot heavily into the ground!

BOOM—!!!

It was like a meteorite from the heavens crashing into the earth. The terrifying shockwave caused the ground to ripple and splash as if it were liquid, and a dozen surrounding buildings collapsed instantly, sending billowing dust into the air.

After releasing a bit of his inner rage, Jian Changsheng took a deep breath and slowly exhaled...

He shook his head helplessly.

Both enemies had left, so Jian Changsheng stopped wasting his mental energy. As the [Infernal Purgatory] retracted, the halo of killing intent behind him gradually dissipated, and the strength amplification on his body vanished without a trace.

After deactivating his domain, Jian Changsheng felt his whole body relax, and his mind, previously roiling with hostility, returned to calm... replaced by a tidal wave of exhaustion.

"The consumption of this domain is really no joke..."

Jian Changsheng's face was pale, and his limbs felt weak. He prepared to find a place to rest, but just as he took a step, a sharp, cold glint struck out like a ghost from the void behind him, aiming straight for his neck!

In the hazy darkness, the assassin's silhouette was outlined once more!

The assassin, who had supposedly left, had returned to strike again. A cold, chilling light flickered in his eyes; like a patient hunter, he had drawn his gun the moment his prey was at its weakest!

As an [Assassin], he naturally wouldn't let his prey go easily. Although this Jian Wubing wasn't the "Jian Wubing" he was looking for, this guy posed too great a threat to the later competition for the [Heaven-Reaching Star Position], so he had to be dealt with.

He had realized earlier that Jian Changsheng's domain couldn't last long, so he had temporarily avoided the edge, hiding in the distance to find the perfect moment to strike... After all, without the domain's boost, his Fifth-Stage strength made assassinating a Fourth-Stage as easy as flipping his hand.

And now, it was Jian Changsheng's weakest moment!

The assassin's fingertips parted the gaps in time, and the short sword, flashing with a cold light, reflected Jian Changsheng's shocked expression as it rapidly approached his pupils!

Jian Changsheng's pupils contracted sharply!

嗡—!!

Almost simultaneously, a figure streaked across the ground with near-teleportation speed!

The murderous short sword froze the instant it was about to touch Jian Changsheng's pupil, and a gust of wind brushed past both their faces...

A black and red Tang suit danced lightly in the darkness. A hand, like an iron pincer, clamped the assassin's wrist in mid-air. Behind the small round sunglasses, a pair of eyes nested with rings were as deep as an abyss.

Seeing the figure clearly, Jian Changsheng's eyes were filled with disbelief.

"It's you? How did you..."

"So, why must we fight to the death?" Sun Bumian tilted his head and smiled slightly at Jian Changsheng, looking irreverent behind his small sunglasses. "I almost killed you once, and now I've saved you once... Doesn't that make us even?"

Jian Changsheng stood frozen in place.

The assassin looked at Sun Bumian before him, his eyes filled with astonishment... You have to know, he hadn't leaked a single trace of aura, and his sword had even pierced through the gaps of time; his speed was incredibly fast.

Yet this seemingly unreliable young man not only kept up with his movements but even grabbed his wrist?!

"Who are you?" the assassin asked in a deep voice.

Sun Bumian pondered for a moment and answered earnestly:

"An idler."

“？”

Sun Bumian gripped the assassin's hand and flipped it nimbly, while his body sank slightly, a palm strike probing like lightning toward the assassin's ribs. The hem of his Tang suit fluttered from the rapid movement, emitting a faint crackling sound in the air!

Snap—!

The surprise in the assassin's eyes grew even more intense. He turned into an afterimage and retreated, Sun Bumian's palm brushing past his chest. In the blink of an eye, the distance between them widened rapidly!

Sun Bumian wasn't annoyed; he just calmly kept one hand behind his back, fiddling with prayer beads in front of his chest with the other, looking at the assassin with a smile.

The assassin seemed to have realized something.

He looked at Sun Bumian's eyes, then at his own wrist—which he had just used to tear through the gaps of time, only to be easily caught... His expression was incredibly ugly.

"The Human Domain is truly full of hidden talents," the assassin said in a deep voice. "Even though we are all Fourth-Stage, the methods are one more mysterious than the next... I underestimated the world's geniuses."

This assassin, who had lived in seclusion and trained silently for years, had failed repeatedly since arriving in the Tian-Shu Domain...

And among those who had caused his failures, several were only Fourth-Stage.

He was a Fifth-Stage, a rare possessor of the [Assassin] path in this era, an absolute young prodigy. But now, he couldn't help but wonder if he truly had the qualifications to look down on the younger generation.

After a long silence, the assassin let out a long sigh.

He seemed to have lost the interest to fight Sun Bumian. He retracted the short sword into his sleeve, took a deep look at the two, and turned to leave into the distance.

"What's wrong with him?" Watching the assassin's retreating back, Jian Changsheng raised an eyebrow in confusion. "He was just acting like he was going to kill me, and now he's left without a word?"

"Him?"

Sun Bumian pushed up his small round sunglasses, the corners of his mouth curling slightly.

"He's broken."