76: Chapter 76 What assassin!

Meanwhile.

Deep beneath Kyoto, within that secret stronghold permeated with the stench of rot and blood,

there was a deathly silence.

In the center of the wide underground hall,

several high-ranking members of the Abyss Cult, cloaked in oversized black robes, were staring intently at the holographic projection above the crimson altar.

On the projection screen was an extremely detailed three-dimensional map of Kyoto.

And on this map,

a blinding crimson speck of light was slowly moving along a steady and uniform trajectory.

"What is going on?"

The leading black-robed person frowned deeply, a glimmer of uncertainty and suspicion flashing within the eerie green eyes beneath the hood.

He pointed at the red dot, his voice hoarse and harsh.

"This is the life locator on Shadow Blade."

"His current position... why is he moving in the direction of Capital Martial Arts University?!"

As soon as these words were spoken,

the air in the hall instantly froze.

The burly black-robed figure beside him suddenly took a step forward, staring fixedly at the screen, tone filled with disbelief.

"Impossible!"

"Logically speaking, once the assassination succeeded, he should have immediately erased all traces and returned to the stronghold from the sewers or an abandoned bomb shelter!"

"What is he going to Capital Martial Arts University for?!"

"Is he walking right into a trap?!"

"Could it be..."

In the corner, the hunched black-robed figure swallowed a mouthful of saliva, voice trembling slightly.

"Could the assassination have failed?"

"Nonsense!"

The leading black-robed person abruptly turned his head, rebuking mercilessly,

"Did water get into your brain?!"

"That is Shadow Blade!"

"A top-tier Great Grandmaster whose vitality value reaches six hundred thousand!"

"Countless figures of the Human Race have died at his hands!"

"Sending him to deal with a freshly enrolled freshman with only a thousand vitality value, and he could still fail?!"

The black-robed person spoke more and more excitedly, even unable to help letting out a sneer.

"Let's be reasonable, shall we?"

"Six hundred thousand versus one thousand!"

"This possibility is simply no less than me choking to death on the spot while drinking water!"

"Even if that brat has comprehended Form-Manifesting Spear Intent, even if he is extraordinarily talented, in front of absolute Realm suppression, he absolutely wouldn't last even zero point one second!"

The hall fell into silence once again.

Indeed.

It was too ridiculous.

A thousand vitality counter-killing six hundred thousand vitality?

This simply violated the iron law of the martial arts world!

Even fairy tales wouldn't dare to be written this way!

"However, if the assassination didn't fail..."

The burly black-robed person pointed at the red dot on the screen getting closer and closer to the gates of Capital Martial Arts University, voice dry.

"Then how should this movement trajectory be explained?"

"Furthermore, look."

"The red dot representing Shadow Blade's vital signs, although still lit, has an exceptionally weak frequency."

"This shows that he is currently in an extremely weak, even comatose state!"

The leading black-robed person took a deep breath.

Within the eerie green eyes, a trace of exceptionally solemn cold light flashed.

"Furthermore."

"Shadow Blade's concealment ability, even if a Martial Spirit with a million vitality came, might not be able to see through it!"

"Unless..."

"Unless a powerhouse at the Martial King level makes a move personally!"

"Could it be that there is a Martial King protecting that brat?!"

The hunched black-robed person cried out in involuntary alarm.

"Impossible!"

The leading black-robed person immediately denied it, tone resolute and decisive.

"Our cult's intelligence network has long penetrated every corner of Capital Martial Arts University."

"All Martial King powerhouses are within our strict monitoring."

"At this time point, Vice Principal Nie Changkong is in the administrative building, and the rest of the Martial Kings are also at their respective posts."

"There is definitely no Martial King by that brat's side!"

"We should have grasped Capital Martial Arts University's negligence in protecting that brat with extreme precision!"

"Then you tell me, what kind of possibility is it!"

The burly black-robed person became anxious, grabbing the leading black-robed person's collar.

"From the current situation, Shadow Blade has simply been captured alive!"

"It couldn't possibly be that that brat counter-killed Shadow Blade, right?!"

"Nonsense!"

The leading black-robed person batted away the other's hand, laughing out of extreme anger.

"If he could counter-kill, I would eat this altar on the spot!"

"Yeah, it's too ridiculous!"

"I can't think of any possibility of a counter-kill at all!"

The hunched black-robed person sighed, tone revealing deep dread.

"Excluding all impossibilities, whatever remains, no matter how absurd, must be the truth."

"It can only be a Martial King."

"Either a Martial King powerhouse hidden secretly by Capital Martial Arts University who is not on our intelligence list!"

"Or, standing behind that brat is an extremely terrifying hidden faction!"

"Regardless of what happens..."

"Shadow Blade being captured alive means our stronghold here has the risk of being exposed!"

The leading black-robed person made a prompt decision.

A trace of ruthlessness and decisiveness flashed in his eyes.

"Retreat!"

"Immediately cut off all contact with Shadow Blade!"

"Destroy all data within the stronghold!"

"That brat is extremely bizarre; we've taken the loss this time."

"Wait for the limelight to pass, and re-gather intelligence."

"Plot the next assassination!"

On the other side.

On the bustling streets of Kyoto,

the night breeze was slightly cool.

Su Yu wore a thin casual outfit, walking calmly on the sidewalk.

In his right hand, he was dragging the unconscious Shadow Blade.

There were not many pedestrians by the roadside.

Occasionally, a few people passed by, and seeing Su Yu dragging a man in black, they all just gave him a wide berth from afar.

In this world where martial arts flourished, conflicts between Martial Artists, knocking people out and dragging them away were happening every day.

As long as it didn't cause large-scale destruction, ordinary people wouldn't dare to meddle in other people's business at all.

Su Yu stopped his footsteps.

He looked up at the magnificent gates of Capital Martial Arts University not far away.

He raised his left hand and tapped on the tactical terminal on his wrist.

He found Vice Principal Nie Changkong's private number.

Dialed.

Beep— — Beep— —

The phone only rang twice before it was answered.

"Hello, Su Yu?"

Nie Changkong's voice carrying a hint of gentleness and amusement came from the terminal.

"Looking for me so late, did you encounter something you don't understand in the Taixu Source Blood Art?"

"I said that Cultivation Technique is too overbearing; if you brat feel it's tough, you can bring it back to exchange anytime."

Su Yu looked at the assassin he was dragging in his hand.

Tone flat.

"The Cultivation Technique is fine."

"Principal, where are you?"

"Me?"

Nie Changkong was stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting Su Yu to ask this.

"I'm in the administrative building office, processing some documents for the freshman exchange tournament."

"What's wrong? Are you coming over to find me?"

Su Yu nodded.

"Mhm."

"Captured an assassin alive."

"Want to hand him over to you to deal with."

On the other end of the phone,

it instantly fell silent.

Fully two or three seconds passed.

"Not bad!"

Nie Changkong's voice came again, carrying a hint of unmasked appreciation and gratification.

"Captured alive..."

"As expected of the special-class freshman I fancy, your vigilance is indeed high!"

Wait.

Halfway through his words,

Nie Changkong's voice suddenly choked.

As if realizing something was wrong.

"You... what did you capture alive?"

Nie Changkong's voice suddenly pitched up by an octave, even carrying a hint of a crack.

"An assassin."

"What assassin?!!"

Nie Changkong roared directly on the other end of the phone.

Accompanied by a rustling sound of documents falling to the ground, it was clear that he had suddenly stood up from his office chair.