Chapter 504: Chapter 325 The Only Choice
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Scarface couldn’t help but laugh as he noticed that the castle’s entire staff section was completely vacant.
Normally, when new residents enter such homes, multiple servants would be busy doing their best to accommodate the guests. Yet, not a single servant was visible. It was clear that the group decided against accepting any staff and simply had food delivered three times a day.
Thinking of this, the Scar-faced Killer couldn’t stop smiling. As he slowly entered the house, his face wore an unsettling grin. The small cat followed behind him.
Scarface moved as silently as a mouse while walking around the residence. His eyes quickly located the weakest individual. He realized that there was only one sound that could expose him, so an ambush was his only option.
At the same time, he knew he had to be cautious. While he was strong—exceptionally strong, even compared to others of his rank—he also understood that if he had to fight two King Ranking experts, the battle would push him to his limits. Even with the assistance of his small cat.
Everyone who had heard of Scarface believed him to be a King-level expert. He had previously killed King-level experts and was highly regarded by the Dragon Army, but this wasn’t the truth. In reality, Scarface was merely a ranking expert from Duke University—a specialist who could fight with people at his level, or even slightly above, using clever strategies, ambushes, and decisive strikes. He had managed to eliminate King-level experts before, but few were aware of the details.
He knew that encountering a King-level expert unprepared would mean his own demise. Despite this, he continued to advance through the house, eventually making his way toward the corridor where people were training.
Sensing everyone in the area, Scarface positioned himself in the shadows of the corridor. The cat rested silently on his shoulder, and the two of them merged seamlessly with the darkness, completely undetectable.
Waiting like this, moments turned into minutes, and minutes stretched into hours. He had now spent an hour waiting.
Most people would have grown weary long before this, but Scarface was accustomed to waiting. As the minutes dragged on, the grin on his face grew wider and wider. The longer he waited, the more excited and thrilled he became. Finally, one of the doors opened, and a young man stepped out.
At first, Scarface’s face was filled with extreme happiness and expectation. However, when he noticed who the person was, his expression turned grim.
Standing before him was the silver-haired young man, Yan Xiaobao, heading toward his position. The Scar-faced Killer now faced a difficult choice.
His first option was to kill Yan Xiaobao, but doing so would mean failure. That was out of the question.
Second, he could continue waiting and hope that the young man wouldn’t sense or discover him.
Lastly, there was the option of attacking. He could attempt to knock the young man unconscious. But he needed to be precise with his power. If he used too much force, the man would die; if he used too little, he wouldn’t knock him out and might alert others.
Clenching his teeth, Scarface watched as the silver-haired young man moved closer to him. He needed to make a quick decision.
Scarface gritted his teeth as he stared at the advancing young man. Although he appeared to be defenseless, the assassin was convinced that things weren’t as they seemed. No one would allow themselves to be unguarded after just entering a new residence.
As Scarface had expected, Yan Xiaobao was indeed alert. While walking through the new home given to them by the Dragon Army, he had already sensed that something was amiss.
As he moved down the corridor, his spiritual energy scanned the surrounding environment. The moment he detected the aura of another person, that individual rushed toward him. The attacker’s eyes were cold and determined, scars etching his face, as spiritual energy enveloped his hands.
Upon seeing this, Yan Xiaobao’s gaze instantly turned icy. He activated Speed Flow, matching the assassin’s pace. Spiritual energy surged from his body, fueling the flames in each of his palms. These flames, imbued with the combined might of his elemental flame and spiritual energy, burned fiercely, ever-growing in intensity.
One hand held red flames, while the other bore yellow flames tinged with a silver hue. Yan Xiaobao had spent a long time waiting for the other party to make their move. The moment they did, he retreated swiftly, and as he moved, the flames in his hands grew larger with the influx of spiritual energy feeding them.
Just as he stepped back, a hand struck down at his previous position. Clearly, it had been aimed to incapacitate or kill him if the blow had landed.
Witnessing this, as his pupils contracted, an involuntary shiver shot down Yan Xiaobao’s spine. Drawing power from Lan Feng’s elemental affinity, Yan Xiaobao’s red flames imbued with Phoenix elemental affinity began to transform into blue flames. Initially tinged with faint purple, they quickly became a vivid, clear blue—strikingly similar to the brilliant shade of the young man’s eyes.
Seeing the blue flames alongside the yellow-silver flames, Scarface instantly understood he was at a disadvantage. With a sharp whistle, the small cat transformed into a massive tiger. It roared at Yan Xiaobao, leaving the young man certain that he would need extra strength to handle both opponents.