The sudden question left the three people stunned.
Then, the leader among them became furious.
He thought that the Zhao in front of him was insulting his intelligence.
"You look like a hammer!
The leader cursed, then went straight for his saber, slashing towards the head of that Zhao instructor.
This slash was not only fast but also methodical, seemingly an initial slash, but in reality, it was a step first, not only seizing the middle position of the Zhao instructor but also using the force from his foot pushing the ground, transmitting from his waist to the saber in hand.
Instantly, the slash became mighty and increasingly swift.
The leader’s eyes glinted with ferocity.
Six Harmonies Saber’!
This is the saber technique they learned.
Though the name is plain, the technique is genuinely effective.
Ordinary people can hardly withstand the sudden slash and often have their heads severed.
Even if they manage it, they can’t avoid the sabers of his two brothers.
Once, a master who was accomplished in Bone Tempering’, approaching Skin Training’, came to hunt down the three brothers but ended up decapitated by them.
If all three slashes are evaded?
They still have three more slashes.
Three slashes after three slashes.
Even a genuine Skin Training’ master would struggle to escape death.
And as for the Zhao instructor before him?
He felt even more confident.
A con artist partnering with them in schemes, how strong could he be?
If truly that strong, he would have operated alone long ago.
With this in mind, the leader shouted sternly.
Meanwhile, the two brothers also acted, like the leader, slashing swiftly, blocking the retreat of Zhao, preventing him from dodging.
Upon planning, the Zhao instructor promptly fell into a situation of certain death.
Yet, the Zhao instructor kept his smiling demeanor.
His facial expression didn’t change in the slightest.
He just gently shook his head.
"You’re really asking for your own deaths.
His voice remained as calm as Jason’s, making the three even angrier, roaring violently, intending to chop Zhao into pieces.
But, the Zhao instructor who was close by seemed suddenly far.
That feeling rising from within, like leaving from some Hong Jie’s bedroom in the morning, not only needing to support the waist but leaned against the wall. 𝑅ἈNꝋ𝖇Êš
Even vision started blurring.
The leader wanted to widen his eyes forcefully, but the vision was too blurred, to the point his two brothers seemed dried-up, twisted.
The leader paused, instinctively lowering his head.
Only then did he abruptly find himself also appearing emaciated.
The leader yelled in horror.
Yet that was the last sound he made.
The three attackers of Zhao fell to the ground one after another.
"I didn’t intend to kill.
Zhao looked at the three bodies, raised a hand, and waved.
The sweeping hand wind passed by, and the corpses crumbled into dust, swept away by the wind.
Yet the weapons, miscellaneous items, and other trophies left behind were picked up by Zhao one by one.
Facing these trophies, he was as focused as Jason.
Cleaning up the battlefield, just as meticulous as Jason.
After completing all this, Zhao prepared to continue toward his inn, but just as he stepped forward, he stopped.
Less than five steps away, Jason silently stood there, his tall, broad physique shrouded in the glow from the near inn’s lantern, casting a shadow over Zhao.
Zhao looked at Jason.
Jason grinned, showing a set of white teeth, asking word by word: I mean no harm, just want to ask you a question. Do you think… I look like Mu Bai?
Zhao heard every word.
But precisely because of this, Zhao’s face, previously calm, changed drastically.
As if struck by thunder, Zhao staggered back five steps, with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
"How did you find out?
"I smelled the wonton scent on you.
Jason responded thus.
Undoubtedly, this was a lie.
Before the three bandits died, Jason could not confirm the identity of Zhao in front of him. It was only after their death and seeing the decayed, withered appearance that confirmed Zhao’s true identity.
The assassin disguised as Zhao Laosi.
The specific name, Jason didn’t know.
Yet his wonton cooking was memorable, Jason remembered well.
Why suddenly appearing and asking?
Naturally, because the opponent impersonated him, and such a question reminded him of some past events from home.’
Yellow weasel seeking favors.
Blocking the way and asking if one looks like a person or a deity.
Look like a person, cultivation wasted, pestering for payment.
Look like a deity, achieving fruition, continuing to pester.
Very enigmatic and eerie.
No matter the final result, the outcome was bad.
Then, if the three people had said he looked like him, would the opponent really have started to look like him?