Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 377: Out of Season

The man who had forced Yang Tian to kneel earlier glanced at the situation and immediately asked curiously, "Bear, what’s wrong with you guys? Haven’t exercised in a long time? Or did you suddenly discover this guy is the long-lost son you’ve been missing for years, and now you can’t even move your feet?"

Everyone burst into laughter at these words.

But just as the laughter began to rise, Zero-Thirteen abruptly opened his mouth wide, his face twisting into a mix of emotions as he screamed loudly, "Ah!"

Then came a crackling sound. When everyone looked closer, they saw Zero-Thirteen’s leg—thick like an elephant’s—kicking Yang Tian’s knee. It suddenly wobbled unnaturally, forming multiple irregular folds.

Did... did his leg just break? Split into pieces?

At that moment, Yang Tian, who had remained in the same spot all along, finally opened his mouth, calmly looking at Zero-East with beads of sweat forming on the man’s face, and said, "Fifty times."

"What... fifty times?"

Someone asked the now pained and struggling Zero-Thirteen.

But before his sentence was complete, Yang Tian slowly lifted his foot and stomped down on Zero-East’s other leg.

Crack!

The sound was even sharper than before. Clearly, Yang Tian had shattered Zero-East’s other leg.

Yet Yang Tian acted as though he’d done something insignificant, continuing to say, "Fifty times!"

Zero-Thirteen was stupefied by this, but as he saw Yang Tian lift his foot again, he suddenly seemed to comprehend something and quickly shouted, "Fine! I’ll roll! I’ll roll!"

True to his words, he ignored his broken legs and began rolling back and forth on the ground in front of Yang Tian.

Only then did everyone realize Yang Tian’s "fifty times" meant forcing Zero-Thirteen to roll fifty times on the ground!

This directly tied to how Zero-Thirteen had been taunting Yang Tian just moments ago, never imagining the consequences would come back to bite him.

And yet now, everyone could only mock Zero-East and Thirteen.

Because compared to Yang Tian, who was well beyond their comprehension, they weren’t worth noticing at all.

In the presence of this eighteen-year-old youth, people like Leng Qingqing had no sense of vision at all—what use could newcomers possibly have?

This was more akin to facing an evil demon!

As for the man who’d earlier forced Yang Tian to kneel in front of Zero-Thirteen, his legs became even weaker, and he fell to his knees, not daring to move.

Still, in everyone’s eyes, Yang Tian retained his composure, walking forward at the same steady pace as always, heading slowly toward the bar run by an old man.

Throughout this period, the bar was filled with an unbearable silence.

Since the beginning of Blood Kill, Yang Tian had already killed several assassins in astonishing fashion!

The entire bar remained temporarily muted as everyone could see clearly that Yang Tian was far stronger than ordinary people.

But as always, some were actively causing trouble, while others simply observed with indifference.

Today, Yang Tian’s ruthlessness left those who shared strength similar to Panda-Thirteen utterly shocked.

While the others who weren’t paying attention to the commotion simply watched with idle curiosity.

Because there was nothing to say—in fact, Yang Tianna’s ability to kick 131’s feet reflected the defensive cracks that led to Zero-East 133’s fractured thigh, something worth noticing.

Yet true assassins, those lurking like snakes in the night, would never act like Zero-Thirteen. They’d face adversity stealthily, resulting in minimal notice and public confrontation.

For them, evaluating Yang Tian and determining whether he was worthy of attention couldn’t happen prematurely.

It required the right time and moment.

But why was it so simple?

The answer was straightforward—their experience set them apart from amateurs like Zero-Thirteen. They were seasoned assassins who, from the initial moment Yang Tian made a move, determined that Yang Tian wasn’t an ordinary passerby!

Because he was far too conspicuous!

A true assassin, dealing even with people like Zero-Thirteen, would never handle matters the way Yang Tian did—they’d retreat three steps and strike fatally from afar!

Not someone like Yang Tian, who brazenly arrived at the slaughter scene with no pretense and only two probabilities!

One was to issue a mission.

However, Yang Tian’s strength was clearly not weak—someone like him generally wouldn’t need hired hands for killing. Rarely would he post tasks for assistance.

Even targeting people he couldn’t personally inconvenience would never involve such an ostentatious task announcement!

Thus, with Yang Tian’s appearance, the reasoning seemed clear—revenge.

A place laden with bloodshed had surely drawn him for vengeance against someone stationed here.

But of course, this wasn’t unprecedented—rivals, friends, and even killers’ relatives sometimes exacted revenge here, retaliating against the perpetrators or attempting to extract their whereabouts.

Yet these assassins often band together, protecting their haven at Blood Kill.

For today’s wrongs could jeopardize tomorrow’s safety.

Thus, this unified blood-protection notion became an unspoken rule in their realm!

But the assassins’ watchful eyes didn’t faze Yang Tian in the slightest. He directly walked toward the bar and sat down. He then looked at the old barkeeper, who had lowered his gaze pleasantly, and asked, "This is Blood Kill, right?"

"Yes! This is Blood!"

The old man slowly raised his head, mixing a cup of wine and placing it before Yang Tian. Then he asked, "Sir, are you here to issue a task or become an assassin?"

"Neither!"

Yang Tian slowly picked up the cup and chuckled. "I’m here looking for someone!" Swish!

As the words came out, the true assassins who’d been quietly observing Yang Tian all stood up one by one and moved with practiced ease, immediately encircling Yang Tian.

Because now it was certain—Yang Tian had come to Blood Kill for revenge.

Assassins didn’t have companions. If he was looking for an assassin, it could only mean one thing: vengeance.

The old man also slowly retreated a step, gently saying, "Sir, Blood Kill is only for killing—not for finding anyone! If you’re searching for someone, perhaps you’ve come to the wrong place!"

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Yang Tian smiled faintly and ignored the assassins who’d materialized around him, continuing to speak calmly, "I’m looking for someone named Silver Wolf. He must be pretty famous here at Blood Kill!"

A wolf?

The mention of this made them frown.

Silver Wolf was King Wu’s personal assassin and a symbol of Blood Kill itself.

While others had sought revenge against him before...

Nobody had ever succeeded in locating the assassin sent by King Wu.

Because assassins, unlike warriors, predominantly excelled in covert acts—they often slew others flawlessly.

Therefore, a killer of King Wu’s caliber, accomplished and lethal in martial arts, was terrifyingly formidable. Anyone imagining they could stage a counter-attack against such a legend often ended up speechless!

Was Yang Tian possibly a legendary master?

Otherwise, how could he dare step into Blood Kill headquarters and hunt for King Wu’s assassin?

With that in mind, the assassins who weren’t Innate immediately retreated.

When unsure of an outcome, killers avoid unnecessary risks.

In no time, only four individuals remained, each one an Innate Killer!

As the four assassins prepared for battle, the old man at the bar remained unfazed, his withered expression unchanged as he spoke to Yang Tian in an indifferent tone: "Blood Kill does not welcome you; leave alive!"

Leave alive?

That essentially meant: stay, and you’d die.

It’s assassins’ etiquette!

But Yang Tian’s demeanor was as calm as a devil’s. His gaze barely flickered at the assassins brimming with murderous intent, remaining unshaken even amid apparent hostility.

The friction clearly tied to his inquiry about Silver Wolf’s whereabouts.

And so, if Yang Tian wanted answers about Silver Wolf, there was only one way left: rely on his fists.

"Fists?"

Thinking about this, Yang Tian couldn’t help but laugh.

Who was he?

A World Myth!

The devil reborn through Yuan Baobao’s platform!

The number one man on earth!

With his fists, Yang Tian feared no one!

Judging by Yang Tian’s strength, these assassins weren’t qualified opponents.

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