The guardian's sword

"Your willpower is impressive. It seems Blaze has put a lot of effort into training you. Or perhaps Blaze poached from various forces?" Sean said with a chuckle as he looked condescendingly at the two assassins at his feet.

Hearing Sean’s voice, both assassins trembled, their eyes revealing an uncontrollable fear. Sean was terrifyingly strong. Even with their combined strength, they had no chance of resisting him. They could not even pose any threat to Sean.

"Are you trying to extract information about Darkness from US? Dream on! Kill us if you have the guts. Darkness will avenge us! You may be strong, but there are many stronger members in Darkness. There's no way you'll leave Janestown alive!" One of the assassins said coldly, his tone full of determination.

Sean shook his head with a smile and said indifferently, "Your idea is commendable, but it won't work on me. You want to die? It's not that simple."

Sean raised his right foot and stomped on the abdomen of the assassin who had spoken earlier.

Thump!

After a dull thump, a strange noise, akin to gas escaping from a burst balloon, came from the assassin's body.

In just a few seconds, the assassin, who had previously shown an unwavering determination, instantly turned pale. Crimson blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

"Just kill me!" The assassin said to Sean, his determination earlier disappeared from his voice.

Sean's earlier kick had destroyed his energy core, meaning he was now only an ordinary person without martial arts skills. With his energy core destroyed, he could not even fight ordinary people on the street anymore.

It was undoubtedly a fate worse than death for a former high and mighty Grandmaster.

"I told you dying isn't that simple," Sean said calmly after glancing at him.

Ignoring the first assassin, Sean looked to the other one. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

When Sean looked at him, the assassin instantly showed intense fear. His body trembled uncontrollably, yet he remained silent, refusing to spill any secrets about Darkness.

Sean smiled and said, "Since you're so scared, why are you still unwilling to reveal Darkness' secret? If the secrets you disclose satisfy me, I might consider letting you go, sparing you from becoming a loser who is even worse than ordinary people."

The trembling assassin suddenly shuddered, his expression showing signs of hesitation. While he might not have wavered if Sean had simply killed him, Sean had grasped what mattered most to them. To martial artists- especially one who had reached Grandmaster Realm, martial arts skills were undoubtedly more precious than their own lives.

Death was acceptable as they had faced it countless times on the edge of life and death, and they were already undaunted by it.