Qingshan Saddened Knife

“Haha …” The big Russian laughed before rushing towards Teng Qingshan.

“Now!” Teng Qingshan’s figure turned towards the peach trees inside the inner yard while clenching a throwing knife in each hand. His eyes suddenly became dejected and sorrowful, both throwing knives shooting out of his hands. Each small blade produced an icy, cold trajectory through the air while flying separately towards Sun Ze and Dolgoterov.

Sun Ze sneered and shot at the incoming throwing knife. When considering shooting techniques, he was ranked in the top 10 of the entire world, so shooting a throwing knife was a very easy thing for him.

“Humph,” the Russian ‘Dolgoterov’ growled as he aimed his metal gauntlet towards the blade.

Teng Qingshan’s eyes became deep and cold, with a hidden hint of grief. The two throwing knives were infused with his inner strength, although it was unbelievably faint, and connected to his mind.

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

Just as the throwing knife was about to hit the bullets, although nothing had come in contact with it, the blade suddenly and bizarrely cracked into seven or eight iron pieces. By cracking in midair, the trajectory of those fragments slightly changed but still flew towards Sun Ze at an incredibly high speed, while his bullet naturally hit empty air.

“No.” Sun Ze’s face suddenly turned ashen.

At first, he and Teng Qingshan were less than ten meters apart, and when Teng Qingshan threw his throwing knife, Sun Ze instantly shot at it. The moment the knife broke up into fragments, it was only about two meters away from Sun Ze.

At a distance of two meters and with the high speed of the incoming fragments, the fragments required only a short moment to reach Sun Ze. Just when Sun Ze’s mind started to react, the flying debris had already arrived before his eyes.

“Poof! Poof! Poof!”

Three flying fragments from the throwing knife directly penetrated Sun Ze’s face and pierced through his skull.

“Urgh…” There was still an astonished look in Sun Ze’s eyes, before they quickly lost all light and his body fell limply to the ground.

‘Sharpshooter’ Sun Ze, one of the fifty-two S-Rank hitmen from the Underground World and an expert of the Eight Trigram Palm, had died.

For the strongest people in the world, the face was generally the least defended area, unless someone had reached the Grandmaster Realm, in which case the body had no weaknesses. For Sun Ze, who had yet to reach the Grandmaster Realm, this situation was certain death.

“Bang!” Dolgoterov suffered the same dangers, but luckily, he blocked the knife with his right hand, and his left was habitually in front of his face. When the blade fragmented, two pieces flew towards his face; however, he easily blocked them with the gauntlet on his left hand.

“You, you …” The Russian fellow looked at his partner’s dead body and then stared at Teng Qingshan, his face full of shock.

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