C184 The Assassin Bowed His Head Who Sent You?

With a force that could suppress mountains and rivers, Lin Dong's powerful strength erupted, creating an extremely turbulent offensive!

As his attack was unleashed, the sounds of wind and thunder instantly filled the air.

The lead assassin's fist was already on its way.

He watched Lin Dong steady himself, then threw a punch in his direction.

A slight smirk, tinged with coldness, crept onto his face.

He was an expert in the hard and yang aspects of the Flood Fist, honed over more than a decade in the outer sect.

With a punch, he could bend steel plates.

Yet Lin Dong, appearing so fragile, had the audacity to meet him head-on. It was sheer madness!

The man couldn't fathom Lin Dong blocking his attack, much less countering and overpowering him.

But as soon as he finished that thought, Lin Dong's counterattack was upon him.

Their fists collided, and the force vibrated through the air.

Bang!

A massive surge of power traveled from the point of contact on Lin Dong's fingers, striking the lead assassin's arm with brutal force.

The assassin's face finally betrayed his shock.

He had underestimated Lin Dong, thinking it was all just for show.

But the power that hit him was monstrous, almost inhuman.

A series of snaps followed, and the assassin's arm bones shattered.

White bone shards protruded through his flesh, followed by a gush of blood.

"Ahh~!!"

The lead assassin screamed in agony, flung through the air by the impact, and then crashed heavily to the ground.

Lin Dong retracted his arm.

His gaze shifted to the side, where two lesser assassins were holding daggers, looking for an opening to strike.

Feeling his stare, they swallowed hard and dropped to their knees, discarding their weapons.

Lin Dong was pleased with their submission.

Otherwise, he would have had to deal with them, leaving them with broken bones and torn muscles.

"Help him up," Lin Dong commanded with a wave of his hand.

The two kneeling assassins hurried to assist their leader, who had been knocked away.

"Now, kneel down here."

Lin Dong settled into a chair in the room.

Remarkably, the chair had withstood the scuffle unscathed, maintaining its sturdy form.

Two henchmen quickly steadied their companion, the assassin with a severed hand, who knelt on the floor without protest.

"Ah!"

The lead assassin clutched his fractured limb, his complexion ashen with agony.

The bone had shattered, piercing through muscle and skin—a level of pain not easily endured by the average person.

That he could muster the strength to move at all was commendable.

Lin Dong harbored no sympathy for him.

This man had attempted to take his life with malicious intent. Lin Dong would be a fool to feel compassion for him simply because of a broken bone.

Lin Dong wasn't one to seek out trouble, but he wasn't one to let it slide without consequence when provoked.

"Do what you will, kill or maim, it's your choice! My brother and I concede defeat," the injured assassin leader said through clenched teeth, glaring at Lin Dong.

The two underlings had already bowed their heads in submission.

None dared to address Lin Dong directly.

With a swift kick to the face, Lin Dong sent the lead assassin tumbling to the ground. Standing over him, Lin Dong pressed his foot against the man's chest and declared, "Spare me the hero act. You're nothing but vile and petty criminals. I feel nothing but contempt for your actions. Remember, I'm the one in charge here now!"

He paused, then, looking down at the fallen assassin, Lin Dong demanded, "Tell me, who sent you?"