The Old Man attacked from behind wielding the Meat Cleaver, while Tang Fei advanced from the front holding the Red Willow Skewer.
One in front and one behind, forming a pincer movement.
Yes, this was the tacit coordination between Tang Fei and the Old Man.
What is true understanding? What is telepathy?
What is collusion（Delete）?
Tang Fei was raised by the Old Man through thick and thin, and the Old Man was supported by Tang Fei with rice and meat; they understood each other's minds too well.
When Tang Fei suddenly started cursing the Old Man and shouting that he had a venereal disease, the Old Man already understood what he intended to do.
So, he pretended to be enraged by this scoundrel, grabbed the Meat Cleaver from the table, and lunged towards Tang Fei.
He couldn't possibly want to kill Tang Fei; how could he kill Tang Fei?
Indeed, when his movements suddenly became agile and his body accelerated, the Meat Cleaver in his hand aimed directly at Wu Ying's back.
And Tang Fei did not disappoint him; the moment the Old Man made his move, he had already transformed the Red Willow Skewer in his hand into a short spear, thrusting it towards Wu Ying's head.
Wu Ying had no way forward and no retreat; only a dead end awaited him.
Bang!
The Dagger in the Old Man's hand had already struck Wu Ying's back; he could feel the Saber Blade cutting through...
Something is Wrong!
The sensation of the Meat Cleaver slicing through clothes and flesh is not like this; that is a soft, smooth cut, even carrying a trace of warmth.
However, this contact was abnormally hard, as if striking steel or hard Stone.
Tang Fei also felt that something was wrong; the tip of his Red Willow Skewer had clearly pierced Wu Ying's head. In his mind, he had already imagined the sharpened Red Willow branch piercing Wu Ying's scalp, puncturing his skull, and continuing downward until the entire Red Willow Skewer was submerged in his head.
He liked stabbing people in the head because it meant a quick death.
And there was no way to fake death.
But the situation was not what he had anticipated.
It wouldn't go in!
Crack!
The Red Willow Skewer quickly bent and then broke into several pieces.
Having missed their strike, Tang Fei and the Old Man retreated frantically like two startled old dogs.
One of the survival rules on the Ruins: we can hold back during a fight, but we must exert our full strength when running away.
Then, they sized up Wu Ying, one in front and one behind, as if studying some rare, nearly extinct animal.
The person just stood there motionless and neutralized the fatal blow launched by their combined effort?
A bit awkward!
The Old Man looked down at the Meat Cleaver in his hand; the Saber Blade was already bent. He asked with a puzzled look, "What kind of thing are you?"
"If you don't understand, just ask; how can you start cursing people?" Tang Fei said dissatisfiedly, thinking the Old Man had poor manners.
Then he looked humbly towards Wu Ying and asked, "Why didn't my spear tip kill anyone?"
Wu Ying shifted his body to avoid being attacked from both front and back, then looked with a complex expression at the old man and the youth before him.
The old one is cunning, the young one is treacherous.
He wore a mask, so others couldn't see the look of shock on his face. But he knew clearly in his heart that when these two suddenly attacked him, he felt panicked.
He hadn't expected that the seemingly unremarkable Old Man was actually a hidden Expert; his frivolous steps and sluggish movements were all disguises. He also hadn't expected that the clean-cut youth, who looked only fourteen or fifteen, was so ruthless, grabbing the Red Willow branch to stab people in the head.
When they attacked, they went for the kill immediately; they never considered merely injuring or crippling.
Are all the people on the Ruins monsters like this?
Wu Feng burst out laughing when he saw his companion suffer a setback.
He walked to Wu Ying's side and stood shoulder-to-shoulder with him, partly for easier conversation, and partly to block the doorway together to resist the enemy.
He also realized these guys were not easy to provoke.
Wu Feng nudged Wu Ying with his shoulder and asked teasingly, "How was it? Almost capsized in the gutter, huh?"
"Be careful; they are not easy to deal with," Wu Ying warned.
"I already saw that," Wu Feng nodded and said, "I didn't expect this long-abandoned, dilapidated trash Star to still have such Experts... but it's understandable; to survive in such harsh conditions, people will do anything."
The eyes behind the mask glanced at Tang Fei and said, "Young man, wouldn't you agree?"
"How can you look at people with colored glasses? Although we live on Old Earth, our hearts are bright. The Old Man doesn't look good, and he seems a bit lecherous, but he often goes to take care of the village's married women and young widows..."
Wu Ying and Wu Feng immediately looked around nervously, worried they might launch another surprise attack.
After all, it was just now that Tang Fei cursed the Old Man for his poor character, and then the Old Man got angry and charged over with a knife.
They had long seen through their routine and were fully prepared.
Regrettably, this time the Old Man made no move, just playing with the blunted Meat Cleaver with a forced smile.
Tang Fei pointed at Little Fatty again and said, "And Little Fatty, don't let his chubby appearance fool you; he's also very sincere. When he sees others can't eat, he'll take his bowl of rice from someone else's pot..."
Little Fatty smiled honestly, *Big Brother is praising me.*
Then he smiled even happier, *Big Brother is so humorous.*
"And myself," Tang Fei grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth. His smile was sincere and kind, as if introducing himself to a new friend: "I'm not a good person. I've hunted and killed people, so you'd better not bully my family. Go back wherever you came from."
"Are you threatening us?" Wu Feng found the scene extremely absurd.
Who were they? They were famous Assassins above the New Star level!
The representatives of the God of Death, reaping lives wherever they went. Whether you were a high official or a billionaire, you could only kneel and beg for mercy upon meeting them.
We came to silence you by killing you, and you dare to tell us to leave?
These lowly people of the Ruins, by what right do they have such courage?
"No, it's an expulsion," Tang Fei kept smiling, as if having a friendly 「 communication 」.
"We cannot leave," Wu Ying shook his head.
"Yes, we cannot leave," Wu Feng's gaze shifted to Phoenix, who stood silently beside them, and said with a chuckle, "We need to take an old friend back."
"I don't know who you serve, but have you considered this? Even if you take that money, if the matter is exposed, will you even live to spend it?" Phoenix stared at Wu Ying and Wu Feng with cold eyes, questioning them.
"You don't understand; it's not just about money," Wu Feng was a chatterbox and explained, "Of course, your concern is valid, so no matter what, we cannot let the matter be exposed."
"In this chaotic era without law or order, whether you die by the Plunderer Organization, the Flame Shrine, or some despicable and shameless refugee—who knows?"
"Do you think they will believe it?"
"Whether they believe it or not is unimportant. As long as there is no evidence, what can they do?" Wu Feng said with pride and self-satisfaction, "There are too many unresolved matters in this world; what's one more?"
"Stop talking and get to work," Wu Ying reminded him.
"Aren't we waiting for them?" Wu Feng asked.
"We'll wait for them after we finish."
"Alright then." Wu Feng drew two crescent-shaped Daggers from his waist, holding one in each hand.
Phoenix stepped forward, voluntarily standing in front of Tang Fei and the Old Man, and said, "The one you want is me; let them go. They know nothing."
"That statement is unwise. They are indeed innocent, but their biggest mistake is bringing you home," Wu Feng lightly tapped the two Daggers in his hands, producing a pleasant clinking sound.
"Do you know how we found you? We asked around if anyone had seen a strangely dressed woman who might be slightly injured. Someone told us that he was the one who carried you back. See? Finding you wasn't as difficult as we imagined."
Phoenix had only asked casually, knowing they would silence witnesses, but still held a sliver of hope.
After her suggestion was rejected, she whispered to Tang Fei standing behind her, "I'll hold them off; you take Little Fatty and go..."
She had seen Tang Fei and the Old Man proactively attack Wu Ying just now. Although their moves didn't show any overflow of Yin-Yang Qi, making an accurate judgment of their strength impossible, the decisiveness in their actions was already extraordinary.
Whether she could win the fight was unknown, but escaping was definitely possible.
She would fight two against one to hold back Wu Feng and Wu Ying, while Tang Fei and the Old Man could cover Little Fatty's escape.
Little Fatty was too fat; Phoenix worried he wouldn't be fast enough.
"Okay," Tang Fei nodded and said proudly, "You are in the Qi Control Realm; they can't beat you."
"..."
Phoenix wanted to curse him out loud.
How could he expose his teammate's strength like that? Once he said that, wouldn't they be extremely cautious? It would become exponentially harder to deploy any clever tricks.
However, since they could find them, it proved they had already investigated her strength level. Those who hired them would naturally provide some convenience, right?
"Heh, Qi Control Realm, huh," Wu Feng sneered, "To reach the Qi Control Realm at such a young age is already remarkable across the entire New Star... worthy of being the favored daughter of Heaven."
Wu Ying glanced at Wu Feng and said, "Why so much nonsense?"
They couldn't reveal Phoenix's identity; they had to kill her like a 「 common refugee 」.
"I'll watch this woman; don't let them run," Wu Feng instructed.
Wu Ying nodded and said, "They won't escape."
After the previous contact, if they only had that little strength, they couldn't even break through the nano-defense armor he wore, let alone harm his True Body.
Therefore, intercepting them would be 「 as easy as taking something from the palm 」.
So easy!
At the same time, Phoenix also flung out the Phoenix Whip in her hand.
Silver light flashed, accompanied by a hissing sound.
"Do you know why my name is Wu Feng?" Wu Feng asked.
"Isn't it just because you're fast?" Phoenix looked contemptuous, "I'd like to see whose speed is faster, yours or my whip..."
As she spoke, she leaped high into the air and whipped down at Wu Feng's head.
She initiated the Attack against Wu Feng first.
Phoenix knew that assassins skilled in speed all had their own attack systems. If they were allowed to surround you and deploy that system, breaking through would become extremely difficult.
There is an old saying on Blue Star: In all Martial Arts, speed is unbeatable.
Wu Feng didn't expect Phoenix to seize the initiative. Holding the crescent Daggers in both hands, he stretched out his body and vanished from the Original site like a black wind.
First, dissipate their strength, then find an opportunity for a fatal blow.
For top Assassins like them, killing someone was just a matter of one strike.
The decisive strike.
Phoenix's Movement Technique was light and agile. The Phoenix Whip danced in her hands, stirring up wind, sparks, and lightning, looking quite impressive.
However, Wu Feng, true to his name, scattered formlessly like the wind, leaving no trace of his movements, making it hard to track him.
Thus, every whip from Phoenix, imbued with Yin-Yang Qi, struck only air.
Soon, she began to pant heavily; this was due to her recent entry into the Qi Control Realm, where her Yin-Yang Qi was unstable, compounded by the breath disorder caused by excessive exertion.
Wu Feng rejoiced inwardly; he knew his chance was coming.
Phoenix was of noble status, usually surrounded by many Guards, and rarely had the opportunity for direct combat.
Even if she did, who would dare strike her with lethal intent?
Therefore, her combat experience was extremely shallow. Who starts by using their full strength right away?
When you are exhausted and your Yin-Yang Qi is depleted, won't you be left for slaughter?
If Phoenix died by his hand, he would receive the largest reward.
Moreover, that bottle of Crocodile Gene Potion that could boost strength would also belong to him, making a breakthrough in realm imminent.
Why was Wu Ying unwilling to send their location to Mr. Shanhe and wait for them to act together? Wasn't it for the same reason?
Indeed, things developed exactly as Wu Feng had predicted.
As Phoenix's body landed, her foot stepped on a large bone lying on the ground, causing her body to sway unsteadily.
"The chance is here!"
Wu Feng was ecstatic but maintained extreme restraint and composure.
The black wind swept towards Phoenix, and the crescent Daggers in his hands became the scythes of the God of Death.
One strike aimed at Phoenix's throat.
Phoenix was greatly alarmed and used the Phoenix Whip in her hand to try and ensnare the Dagger in his hand.
But she forgot that Wu Feng held another Dagger...
The other Dagger plunged straight into Phoenix's Chest.
"It's here!"
The panic on Phoenix's face turned into pleasant surprise; the Phoenix Whip in her hand transformed into a lightning spear, piercing Wu Feng's Chest ahead of his strike.
Shorter by an inch, more dangerous by an inch.
Longer by an inch, stronger by an inch.
Men should use spears!
Use long spears!
Slash!
Wu Feng felt intense pain in his Chest and looked down, discovering a hole there.
No Blood; at this moment, Blood hadn't even had time to flow out.
He stared wide-eyed at Phoenix; he had been played by this woman?
Her unstable Qi Mechanism was a facade, the large bone she stepped on was a disguise, and she deliberately exposed a Weakness just to lure out his True Body and trick him into revealing himself?
"Damn it!" Wu Feng couldn't help but curse.
This whole family are drama queens!