Everything happened in an instant.
Just as Chang Gongyan nodded and Jing Shaoyu exclaimed in surprise, a crimson streak of light grazed past Chang Gongyan's neck, flying out with such speed and suddenness that almost everyone present was caught off guard.
The crimson light reached Zhenhua in a flash.
"So close!" Zhenhua reacted with incredible speed. He didn't have time to summon his Martial Soul or activate any other life-saving measures, so he relied solely on his physical reflexes. He twisted his body to the right, causing the crimson light, which had been aimed at his heart, to veer off course. Instead, it pierced through his left shoulder and shot toward the crowd behind him.
At that moment, Zhenhua felt a surge of adrenaline, his forehead drenched in cold sweat, his heart pounding violently. A wave of fear and dread rose in his eyes.
As a Titled Douluo, he hadn't sensed this sudden assassination attempt. If it hadn't been for Xiao Mo's classmate speaking up in advance, he might have been in grave danger!
Even so, he was still injured by the crimson light. His left shoulder blade was pierced directly, and a searing pain twisted his facial muscles. Sweat dripped from his forehead in large drops, but he had no time to dwell on it. He immediately summoned his Martial Soul and Battle Armor.
Meanwhile, after injuring Zhenhua, the crimson light made another eerie turn, heading straight for the crowd.
If this crimson light were to strike the crowd, it could cause a major incident that would shake the Federation. Naturally, Mu Ye, who was present, couldn't allow such a thing to happen. So, he acted. With a swift movement, a large hand suddenly appeared in front of the crimson light, gripping it firmly and catching the bloody streak.
At that moment, the crowd finally saw clearly that the crimson light that had injured Zhenhua was, in fact, a slender sword—a crimson, slender sword. The moment it made contact with the large hand, it retreated instantly, disappearing without a trace. The crowd could only catch a glimpse of a blurry figure before it vanished completely.
"Hmph!" Mu Ye snorted coldly and immediately gave chase.
But just as Mu Ye took a step forward, the crimson figure reappeared. This time, she targeted Jing Shaoyu directly.
Jing Shaoyu wasn't flustered in the slightest; in fact, he seemed somewhat disdainful. He raised his hand, and a golden flame phoenix immediately flew out from his palm, colliding head-on with the crimson figure. In an instant, flames erupted into the sky, and the crimson figure was engulfed by the Heavenly Phoenix True Fire.
"Ah!" A scream echoed, and in the next moment, a figure, red and charred all over, burst out of the flames, looking utterly miserable. It let out a wail, waved its hand, and a flash of red light appeared. The figure transformed back into a crimson streak of light, charging outward.
However, it ran straight into Mu Ye. Mu Ye attacked without mercy, leaving the assassin with no choice but to wave its hand again, sending a red light flying toward Mu Ye.
Mu Ye instinctively swung his fist at the incoming object, only to realize as it approached that it was a person. He immediately pulled back his strength, catching the person, but his speed slowed as a result. He could only watch helplessly as the assassin escaped.
The hall of the Blacksmith Association was in complete chaos. Everything had happened too suddenly, and many people were still trying to figure out what was going on when a dazzling red light erupted from the center of the hall, accompanied by an overwhelming aura that instantly enveloped the entire space.
Jing Shaoyu, standing at the center, calmly lowered his hand and watched as Zhenhua, who had been injured, released his Four-Word Battle Armor. The magnificent armor and terrifying aura made it seem as if the entire Blacksmith Association building was trembling.
"Everyone, stay where you are!" Zhenhua roared, his voice carrying the immense pressure unique to a Four-Word Battle Armor Master, directed straight at Changgong Yan.
This was undoubtedly a premeditated assassination!
Zhenhua was certain of this. He had every reason to believe that the assassination attempt had been aimed at him. If it hadn't been for Jing Shaoyu's warning, he would likely be dead by now.
The assassin was definitely a top-tier agility-type Douluo!
After narrowly escaping death, Zhenhua was furious. He had been in charge of the Blacksmith Association for so many years and had never offended any major power. Who could possibly want him dead?
Under Zhenhua's overwhelming pressure, everyone in the hall was frozen in place, not daring to move.
Changgong Yan, directly facing Zhenhua's aura, spread his arms to shield Lin Yuhan behind him. Eight Soul Rings—two yellow, two purple, and four black—rose from his back, swirling around his body. Yet, even with this display, his figure continued to tremble.
"President Zhenhua!" Changgong Yan shouted, his voice filled with panic. If Zhenhua were to pin the assassination attempt on him, he would die here without anyone standing up for him. But he truly didn't want to die!
Zhenhua's cold gaze fixed on Changgong Yan, and his aura slightly receded before he descended from the air.
"Kill them!" someone among the blacksmiths roared. They had already assumed that Changgong Yan was the one who had attempted to assassinate Zhenhua. They had seen this kind of desperate, shame-driven retaliation before.
In short, the members of the Blacksmith Association were furious. How dare someone attempt to assassinate their president? This was a blatant disregard for the Blacksmith Association, an unforgivable insult. Only by killing the perpetrators could they avenge this disgrace.
Muye returned to Zhenhua's side, placing the person he had been carrying on the ground. Jing Shaoyu then realized that the person the assassin had taken was none other than Tang Wulin. His expression turned peculiar.
This kid really had the worst luck. Out of all the people present, why was he the one taken? Could it be that he had some kind of buff that attracted Evil Soul Masters?
"Class Monitor, what about Tang Wulin?" Mo Hentian clung tightly to Jing Shaoyu's side. During the chaos, she had stayed close to him, and she remained in that position now.
Jing Shaoyu glanced at Tang Wulin, who was lying unconscious on the ground, and said, "He's fine. He's just passed out."
"He's so unlucky," Mo Hentian muttered.
However, no one was paying attention to Tang Wulin at the moment. Everyone's focus was on Zhenhua and Changgong Yan.
"You're a blacksmith from another continent, aren't you?" Zhenhua asked coldly.
Changgong Yan's heart skipped a beat at the question, his expression turning complex. He remained silent, offering no response.
It is well known that besides the Douluo Continent, there are two other continents: the Star Luo Continent and the Tian Dou Continent. Due to historical reasons, the people of these two continents harbor hostility towards the Douluo Continent. If not for the vast ocean separating them, there would undoubtedly be constant wars among the three continents.
"It's not us!" Just as Chang Gongyan remained silent, unsure of how to defend himself, Lin Yuhan peeked out from behind him and shouted.
"If it's not you, then who is it?" someone immediately retorted.
"It's just not us!" Lin Yuhan protested, tears of grievance welling up in her eyes.
"Follow me," Zhenhua said in a deep voice, beckoning to Chang Gongyan while waving his right hand towards Jing Shaoyu and Mo Hentian. A red light enveloped them.
Chang Gongyan felt uneasy, unsure of what Zhenhua intended to do, but he breathed a sigh of relief. At least Zhenhua hadn't killed them in a fit of anger, which meant they still had a chance to explain.
He immediately shielded Lin Yuhan and followed Zhenhua towards the elevator.
Mu Ye, meanwhile, picked up Tang Wulin and followed at the rear.
Upon returning to the office, Zhenhua's Four-Word Battle Armor transformed into streams of red light that merged into his body and disappeared. His left shoulder, which had stopped bleeding, now bore a gaping hole that was quite unsettling.
"Senior Zhenhua, would you like me to heal you? I'm a healing-type Soul Master," Jing Shaoyu inquired.
"This injury was inflicted by a Titled Douluo. Can you heal it?" Zhenhua asked, surprised.
"How would I know if I don't try?" Jing Shaoyu replied with a smile.
"Fair enough. Then I'll trouble you," Zhenhua said, also smiling.
Jing Shaoyu then approached Zhenhua, his Origin Elf Soul directly manifesting. The Staff of Stars appeared in his hand, and as he moved, a vermilion bird flew out from within him, circling his first Soul Ring three times before plunging into the black Soul Ring. The black Soul Ring then shone brightly, and Jing Shaoyu raised the Staff of Stars. A green, life-filled light descended, illuminating Zhenhua's wound.
Zhenhua felt a tingling sensation at the wound and instinctively looked down. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something astonishing: his pierced shoulder blade was repairing itself, the flesh healing at an incredibly fast rate. In just a moment, he no longer felt any pain.
After about a quarter of an hour, Zhenhua's wound was completely healed, as good as new. If not for the torn clothing and bloodstains, no one would believe that his shoulder blade had just been pierced.
"Absolutely astonishing! Absolutely astonishing!" Zhenhua exclaimed. "Such powerful healing ability—I've only seen it in one other person, a Douluo. Young friend Jing, your
future achievements are immeasurable!"
"You flatter me," Jing Shaoyu replied humbly with a smile.
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