The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix’s Novels Also Desires Happiness - Chapter 256



34. Indeed, it is you

The so-called premonition of death is not some mystical thing, but a heightened sensitivity to danger honed through countless life-and-death crises.

Just like a spider can sense the slightest tremor in its web to detect the movements of prey on the other end.

And when such minute tremors do not exist—no fighting spirit, no magical power, not even murderous intent—when it appeared that an ordinary person was simply falling in front of him, Mu En’s premonition of death could not possibly warn him in advance.

Therefore, it was only when the dagger-like claws shot out from the man’s swollen fingers that Mu En finally reacted, the alchemical core operating in an instant.

But by then it was too late; the sharp claws were already almost touching Mu En’s chest, and the delayed time could not allow him to teleport away from danger directly.

A professional assassin.

A glint flashed in Mu En’s eyes as his mind raced.

If it weren’t for long-term special training, it would be impossible to achieve such perfect concealment and such a fierce explosion.

This is a premeditated assassination.

In the prolonged moment, Mu En could even see the fierce, ruthless, and murderous intent erupting from the assassin’s eyes like a spewing volcano!

But.

It was as if, for the sake of passing security, he could only carry a plastic knife.

Concealment was indeed achieved, but could a plastic knife… kill someone?

“To come to kill me without using magic or fighting spirit, who do you look down on?”

A trace of harshness appeared on Mu En’s face, and at that moment, instead of retreating, he chose to actively collide with the assassin’s claws!

Blood splattered!

The fabric of Mu En’s shirt was torn open, and the claws plunged violently into his flesh.

Yet, the claws that were clearly aimed at his heart were unexpectedly caught midway by the incredibly strong pectoral muscles that had been honed to perfection and enhanced with fighting spirit.

A hint of panic finally appeared in the assassin’s eyes, as he stared at Mu En in disbelief and said:

“How… how is this possible? The intel said you weren’t this strong!”

“Ah, I see. You think you can kill me with outdated information; you really do underestimate people.”

Mu En sneered, leaning forward to grab the bulging arm.

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Then, thunder roared!

Shockwaves surged, and the assassin’s inflated body instantly twisted.

Without the enhancement of fighting spirit, even in beast form, it was still just an ordinary flesh-and-blood body.

Thus, blood splattered again.

This time, it was the assassin’s blood.

Crimson blood was forcibly squeezed and sprayed out from beneath the muscles and skin, as the shockwaves, under Mu En’s control, directly twisted into the assassin’s fragile internal organs.

“Poof…”

The assassin coughed up chunks of his own organs, vitality instantly stripped away by more than half.

His eyes dimmed slightly, losing focus.

He knew he had failed, and a trace of despair flickered in his eyes, but that despair quickly turned into… ferocity!

He bit down hard, trying to crush something within his jaws.

But.

He saw before him the duke’s son, who was mentioned in the intel as “around second-tier strength, with sharp techniques, skilled in dual blades,” had not even drawn his knives, and his figure suddenly wavered.

In an instant, a large hand unexpectedly seized his jaw without warning, and with a crack, it violently broke his chin.

“Whether in TV dramas, novels, or reality, you guys always like to hide the poison of self-destruction in your mouths.”

Ignoring his still bleeding chest, Mu En held the assassin by the neck and lifted him up, saying with a half-smile:

“Are the ones who hired you really so stingy that they can’t even bear to put a curse on you?”

The assassin flailed weakly in Mu En’s grip, his limbs shattered and his insides injured; at this moment, he could do nothing at all.

He couldn’t even commit suicide. The thought of his failed assassination, falling into the target’s hands, and the interrogation and torment he was about to endure brought a deep fear to his blood-stained, trembling face.

It should be like this.

Yet Mu En did not see the fear on his face; instead, he caught a glimpse of a strange smile at the corner of the assassin’s bloodied mouth.

He’s smiling?

Why?

Could it be…

“Watch out!”

“Master Mu En!”

Two exclamations rang out in sync with the death warning blaring in Mu En’s mind.

Like a needle prick, it suddenly stabbed at his nerves.

Mu En’s pupils spun instantly, and then he saw another person beside him.

The person he had overlooked.

The servant.

The servant who, in Mu En’s perception, seemed just an ordinary person.

However, with a crack, an inconspicuous bracelet on the servant’s wrist shattered.

In an instant, a terrifying aura, as if long suppressed, erupted violently!

Third Tier!

Unlike the man’s blunt method of directly exhausting his internal magic and fighting spirit, the servant had concealed his strength, which was a whole realm above Mu En’s, using an expensive magical device!

In other words, the assassin from the beginning was merely a feint.

The real main event was this servant, who had pulled out a chair for Mu En, poured him wine, and busied himself with this and that, coming close to Mu En many times, yet remained silent until Mu En’s attention was diverted, at his most relaxed moment…

Only then did the servant strike!

And when he did, it was as swift as thunder.

The sharp dagger in his hand approached Mu En’s chest in an instant, aiming directly at the vital heart!

There was no way to dodge.

“Damn it!”

Mu En cursed under his breath, the intense heat from the alchemical core behind him surged, and time was stretched to an extreme sixty times slower.

He prepared to fight back desperately.

But at that moment, a barely audible hum suddenly filled the air.

This made Mu En’s desperate action come to an abrupt halt.

A faint, holy golden light suddenly crossed in front of the attendant, freezing his movements for a moment.

A moment was already enough.

Mu En’s face twisted in rage, his figure instantly blurring.

Like a video suddenly pressed to fast forward, his movements appeared somewhat comical.

But in that fleeting moment, he successfully sidestepped the lethal strike aimed at his vital point, causing the dagger that should have been fatal to merely graze across his chest.

Yet it still left a clear wound, and Mu En roared in anger:

“Damn it, you guys, what the hell is…

So much love for my pectorals!”

The pure white curve reflected the candlelight, and Elizabeth appeared in Mu En’s hand, plunging into the chest of the utterly stunned attendant.

……

The attendant fell to the ground, completely devoid of life.

At this moment, no third assassin emerged.

Sean reacted quickly, calling in reinforcements to swiftly seal off the entire restaurant.

A terrifying assassination finally came to an end.

Mu En slumped in his chair, gasping for breath.

He looked down at his chest, revealing a bitter smile.

What is this all about?

Just came out for a meal, and not only did I encounter an assassination, but strangely enough, I’m fine, yet my pectorals nearly got ripped apart.

Are you all so jealous of these pectorals that even Princess can’t stop praising?

“You… you’re hurt!”

As he was complaining, he suddenly heard a panicked voice, forgetting even to disguise itself, sounding like a lark in front of him.

Mu En looked up in astonishment and saw the musician girl standing before him, anxiously staring at his blood-soaked chest, saying:

“You… don’t move, I’ll treat you right now!”

“Wait, no need…”

Mu En intended to refuse, as the injury looked quite terrifying, but in reality, it was nothing serious for him.

However, the musician girl didn’t give him a chance to refuse, directly squatting in front of him, extending her hands, from which pure holy light flowed between her slender fingers.

“This level of holy light magic…”

Watching the wound on his chest heal at a visible speed, feeling the peace brought by the pure holy light, Mu En lowered his head, gazing at the face still shrouded in mist.

He couldn’t help but sigh softly and said:

“Indeed, it’s you, Classmate Lia.”