Super Gene Hunting Ground

In the corner private room on the third floor of the Hope Inn, Liu Xing stood by the window, looking up at the distant sky, his expression solemn.

Mang Ci beside him said,

"It’s only the second day, how come Mr. Eight is already here?"

Poison Snake said in an unusually serious tone,

"What happened in the City of Hope yesterday, Mr. Master should already know. Mr. Master probably estimates that we might not be able to complete the task of assassinating Yang Xiao, so he sent Mr. Eight to handle it personally."

"Liu Xing, do you think Yang Xiao can still escape with Mr. Eight taking action?" Mang Ci asked softly.

Liu Xing was silent for a moment, then said,

"I don’t know, it depends on Yang Xiao’s combat power. We hardly know anything about Yang Xiao, so it’s a good chance to observe."

Poison Snake sneered and said,

"With Mr. Eight taking action, what’s there to observe? Once Yang Xiao is dead, we can leave."

Having said that, Poison Snake turned and walked out of the private room.

Mang Ci was stunned and shouted,

"Where are you going?"

Without turning his head, Poison Snake left a sentence,

"Of course I’m leaving, what else is there to watch here? The prey is about to die."

Poison Snake crossed the sound-absorbing light barrier set by Liu Xing, opened the door, and left the private room.

Mang Ci glanced at Liu Xing beside him,

"Shall we leave?"

Liu Xing looked at the distant sky and said blandly,

"You can go; I’m not keeping you."

"You are always so annoying."

Mang Ci gave Liu Xing a resentful look and also left the private room.

Indeed, with Mr. Eight’s action, what life is left for Yang Xiao? Staying here is meaningless now.

...

With the overall strength of the Dark Web, even if it cannot dominate the Central Continent, it can stand shoulder to shoulder with the other three demon city lords.

However, the Dark Web never seizes cities nor accepts the allegiance of city lord’s subordinates.

There was once a city lord willing to pay an annual protection fee of ten million Crystal Disks, voluntarily becoming a sidekick under the Dark Web’s protection, but was rejected by the Dark Web.

The Dark Web wants to do professional assassination work; it aims to be a razor-sharp blade hanging over the Central Continent, ready to point at anyone and intimidate everyone.

In the Central Continent, compared to the three demon city lords, the Dark Web holds even more power and fear over everyone.

Mr. Eight told Yang Xiao that he doesn’t want to massacre the city, so he hopes Yang Xiao will cooperate a bit, and this statement is not exaggerated at all.

If the Dark Web wanted to massacre a city, there aren’t many cities in the Central Continent capable of resisting.

But the Dark Web never massacres cities; it’s their rule. They only take heads in a crowd of thousands,

the so-called one kill every ten steps, and thousands of miles leave no trace,

being so free and easy.

In Mr. Master’s heart, being a city lord is the most tiresome and foolish thing ever, and he doesn’t want it.

...

In mid-air, Mr. Eight was a hundred meters away from Yang Xiao and sent a ghost claw attack across the distance.

Yang Xiao immediately felt as if the space around his body was about to be compressed and shattered, and a suffocating killing aura surged in.

Yang Xiao’s body shuddered, and he instantly launched an attack with both palms, using the Shaolin Ancient Martial Arts’ Eighteen Arhats Palm.

A surge of powerful airwaves erupted from Yang Xiao’s palms, repelling the killing aura of the approaching ghost claw.

Yang Xiao immediately felt his body relax, and the feeling of suffocation greatly reduced.

Ever since entering the Emperor Level Transcendent Realm, Yang Xiao rarely used weapons, and he had given away several Divine Weapons.

At the Emperor Level Transcendent Realm, any random punch could unleash a terrifying killing aura much stronger than ordinary Divine Weapons.

Yang Xiao realized that the ancient martial arts from Earth at this stage were far less powerful than in the Empire Level Realm, but still had about a 20% enhancement effect.

"Boom!"

There was a loud explosion in mid-air,

Yang Xiao’s body shook, and he flew back several dozen meters, with his inner energy and blood churning.

Mr. Eight in the distance also trembled, his body similarly retreating several dozen meters.

"Oh!"

Mr. Eight couldn’t help but let out an exclamation.

Underestimating this Yang Xiao, no wonder the coalition of the Eight-clawed Lady was defeated by Yang Xiao before.

In the distant sky, countless Hope City’s guards and tens of thousands of ordinary citizens stood in mid-air watching the battle. Seeing this situation, they finally relaxed a bit as their hearts settled down.

If Yang Xiao couldn’t withstand Mr. Eight’s attack, the entire Hope City would be in danger.

Now, everyone already knew they were facing the most terrifying assassin organization on the Central Continent, the Dark Web.

Among the crowd were some assassins from the Dark Web Organization, including Poison Snake and Mang Ci.

At this time, Mang Ci had transformed into a middle-aged woman with plain, simple clothing.

Poison Snake, meanwhile, had become a shifty old man, holding a handful of unknown dried fruits, popping them into his mouth one by one like a bystander unimpressed by the show.

When Yang Xiao repelled the ghost claw attack from Mr. Eight, both Poison Snake and Mang Ci were shocked.

"Lord Yang truly is extraordinary, actually able to so easily block Mr. Eight’s ghost claw."

"Although Yang Xiao is formidable, Mr. Eight’s true power lies in the ghost claw’s eighteen consecutive strikes, each strike increasing in power by ten percent compared to the previous one, until the eighteenth strike with more than a fourfold power increase,

Moreover, these eighteen claws are unending and incredibly fast, not something an ordinary person can withstand, despite both being at the same Emperor Level Transcendent Realm,

However, Mr. Eight has defeated many opponents of the same level with his eighteen consecutive ghost claw moves."

...

Mr. Eight stood in mid-air, looking at Yang Xiao in the distance, sneering,