Yang Xiao actually didn’t expect that Han Li, who was renowned alongside him, would be so inadequate, with real combat power even inferior to the Apostle of the Withered Bone Pavilion he just killed.
A bad person isn’t frightening; what’s truly fearful is someone who is both bad and stupid, and Han Li happens to be both. Professor Cui was indeed right, the father and son of Han Chen and Han Li from the Han Family are a pair of wastrels, incapable of accomplishing anything, yet skilled at ruining things.
In just a brief encounter, this Northern Evil Dragon was taken care of by him, Rong City’s Most Fierce Tiger, which inevitably made Yang Xiao feel that being of equal fame with someone like this was downright embarrassing.
He could roughly imagine that these years, Han Li had grown accustomed to relying on the Han Family’s name to act lawlessly, with his so-called merits being all secured by the family’s resources.
This person is accustomed to fighting with an advantageous position, often with ten or so people swarming one or two of the opponents, making Han Li increasingly unable to accurately perceive himself, whereas Yang Xiao is different; he habitually fights against unfavorable odds.
It’s not that he likes confronting strong opponents; it’s truly a necessity.
He hasn’t had the fortune of Han Li, nor does he have family resources—each step of his path was carved out by Yang Xiao himself.
All the things he possesses now have been acquired through his own efforts, each drenched in his sweat.
After a brief shock, an older man instructed the crowd to hold their formation, commanding everyone to attack together, determined to kill Yang Xiao here today.
After all, everyone has shown their faces, and they can’t afford to bear the charge of assassinating a Provincial Bureau Patrol Defense Office official.
"Don’t be afraid, folks, the captain was only ambushed out of carelessness. Yang Xiao is a Ghost-level Apostle, just like us. We have 11 people here, we can outlast him!"
"If we don’t kill him, we’ll die when we go back; he’s a Provincial Bureau official, the Patrol Defense Office won’t let us off!" the man continued to stabilize the soldiers’ hearts, becoming the lynchpin after Han Li went offline.
"Correction, I’m not a Provincial Bureau official, I’m a General Bureau official, personally appointed by Chief Commissioner Gu as the Jiangbei Province Patrol Specialist." Yang Xiao seriously corrected him, as this is very important.
Leaving to kill someone while miscalling your opponent’s rank and position is too unprofessional and disrespectful.
Yang Xiao glanced at this man; according to intel, he’s Han Li’s deputy, with the surname Cao.
After kicking Han Li away, Yang Xiao did not immediately dispatch this bunch; he just stood there, waiting for these people.
Waiting for them to calm down from their initial panic, then, under this Cao deputy’s orders, rekindle their confidence in killing him, united as a team.
Just as their fighting spirit surged, Yang Xiao smiled slightly, casually snapped his fingers, and a burly figure appeared behind him.
With the appearance of the samurai puppet, an overpowering aura spread, frightening the nearest Fierce Level Apostle into weak-legged retreat, stumbling back several steps.
"Is this... Peak of Ghost Level?" another Ghost-level Apostle couldn’t help but cry out in horror, "It’s a high-level puppet!"
The appearance of the samurai puppet ended the match completely; within a few short minutes, these members of the self-proclaimed elite special operations team experienced several instances of the icy extremes and fiery depths.
Yang Xiao saw on their faces relaxation, shock, re-kindled fighting spirit, and now despair.
Now Yang Xiao is growing very fast; he couldn’t handle those half-step Netherworld Realm old monsters, but against equivalent-level Apostles, as long as they’re not too abnormal, he can fully match one against two, or even one against three.
"You people don’t even qualify to die at my hands."
Yang Xiao coldly smiled, then with a thought, commanding the samurai puppet to attack.
Ghost fog spread out, instantly sealing the area; let alone resistance, these low-level Apostles didn’t even have a chance to flee before this puppet.
The samurai puppet’s movements were big and open, charging into the crowd like an unstoppable war chariot.
In the ghost fog, the samurai puppet’s speed was greatly enhanced; aside from this, it nearly didn’t need to employ abilities; just the sheer physical might sufficed as it crushed opponents.
Flitting to one person’s side, simply slapping down with one palm, this Fierce Level Apostle couldn’t even utter a shout before his upper body was crushed.
Another took the opportunity to sneak an attack from behind, slicing down with a blade; the sharp edge striking the samurai puppet’s armor only sparked without causing actual damage. Instead, because he was a tad slow in retreating, the turning samurai puppet caught him, smashing his head with a punch.
Screams, cries, sounds of running, mixed in a cacophony, various magic abilities hitting the samurai puppet would clang and explode into different colored lights, but ultimately all in vain.
This wasn’t a battle—just a bloody, yet boring slaughter; victory was already inscribed, the outcome predetermined.
Apparently finding the puppet difficult to handle, these men boldly hatched the scheme "Capture the leader to capture the troops", with three advancing under Deputy Cao’s lead on a desperate charge toward Yang Xiao.
Yang Xiao stood with hands behind his back, motionless, watching the three men waving their magical items as they came up, the next second they seemed to be sliced horizontally.
The three charged onward, but their upper bodies suddenly fell off, leaving half their torsos to continue forward a few more steps under inertia, finally collapsing in front of Yang Xiao.
If there were truly eminent experts present, they could discern that roughly three to four meters in front of Yang Xiao, there was an invisible "line".