562: Chapter 551: Asura, Today is Your Day of Death 562: Chapter 551: Asura, Today is Your Day of Death “Commander Mozigel, five enemies spotted!”
In the abandoned factory’s underground, the remaining assassins and special agents of the Yun Ci Guild were all mobilized.
In a separate room, a man clad in an old-style military uniform donned his cap, listening to the reports from his subordinates, his eyes exuding a cold glow.
Mozigel put on a military coat and tied a sheath around his waist.
With his gloved right hand, he caressed a bayonet, and a cold smirk hung on his resolute face.
“Hmph, they’ve finally come!”
Mozigel sheathed his bayonet and turned to his subordinates with a cold smirk.
Ever since he had arranged for people to make a move against Ning Fan and his companions upon their arrival in Europe, he knew this day would inevitably come.
Asura would not be the type to sit and wait for death.
The remnants of the Yun Ci Guild must have been a thorn in his side, a sliver of agony in his eyes—how could he let them remain?
“Order everyone to move out, the enemy could very well be Asura and his people.
This is the day of our decisive battle.
Everyone, stay sharp!”
Mozigel walked out of the room, gesturing with a wave of his hand to the assassins already lined up in the basement.
“Move out!”
Scores of assassins surged to the surface, and the entire factory erupted with the unceasing sounds of combat.
On the surface, Ning Fan had already separated from the four individuals named Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning.
He hid in the shadows, watching the stream of assassins entering the ground without making a move.
At this moment, Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning each displayed their divine skills, holding back the majority of the enemies for Ning Fan.
They occupied a workshop, drawing the enemy’s attention and covering for Ning Fan.
Corpses fell one by one, and the smell of gunpowder mixed with the blood-boiling stench of blood began to spread through the air.
Mozigel stepped out of the basement, adjusting the military coat on his shoulders and frowning at the workshop that had withstood a prolonged attack.
“Are all the invaders in there?” Mozigel asked his deputy.
The deputy glanced at the workshop, recalling the messages from the front lines, and replied subconsciously, “There are four people.”
“Four people?” Mozigel’s brows furrowed deeper.
He remembered there being five invaders at their base—why were there only four people there?
Meanwhile, Ning Fan had also taken notice of Mozigel.
In an instant, he employed his invisibility and quietly approached Mozigel, preparing to execute a decapitation strike.
They were getting closer, and now Ning Fan was only ten meters away from Mozigel, waiting for the moment he got close enough to deliver the finishing blow.
“Huh?!” Mozigel’s ears twitched, and he looked toward Ning Fan’s position with a grave expression.
His pupils contracted, and in the next second, a piercing whistle of wind sounded by his ears.
Mozigel instinctively stepped back while flinging off the military coat from his shoulders, thus blocking five Silver Needles.
“Phantom Asura, it’s really you!”
Mozigel stared coldly at the seemingly empty space before him, and pulled out a bag of lime from his thigh pocket.
With a broad swing of his hand, white lime powder flew forward, then slowly drifted through the air and settled to the ground.
Seeing this, Ning Fan realized he had been exposed and immediately deactivated his invisibility.
“Invisibility abilities are indeed real; that person didn’t lie to me…” Mozigel murmured softly, watching Ning Fan materialize out of thin air, a mysterious expression flashing across his eyes.
A dozen of Yun Ci Guild’s elite members had surrounded Ning Fan.
Mozigel also drew his bayonet, looked at Ning Fan with a cold voice, and said, “Asura, so you do have such miraculous abilities.
It seems Yun Ni wasn’t wronged dying at your hands!”
Mozigel, being the foremost expert among the top ten of the Yun Ci Guild, had a relationship with Yun Ni that couldn’t be described as good, but wasn’t exactly bad either.
Frankly, he was even somewhat annoyed by Yun Ni’s character, always putting on airs.
Before Yun Ni died at Ning Fan’s hands, Mozigel had always been the one to trouble him.
But now, with his former rival dead by Ning Fan’s hand and the Yun Ci Guild falling apart, Mozigel only regretted not being able to rush back to headquarters sooner—he had allowed Ning Fan to destroy the Guild.
When he arrived at the headquarters, it was already a pile of ruins, bodies everywhere.
Most of the elite of the Yun Ci Guild had died at the hands of Ning Fan, and afterwards other major powers began to divide up the remaining interests.
With reluctance and hatred, Mozigel gathered together the last of the elite survivors of the Yun Ci Guild.
He was bent on revenge!
“Yun Ni?
Ah, you’re talking about him, what a pity…”
Ning Fan’s tone carried a hint of regret.
He had some appreciation for Yun Ni.
Unfortunately, they stood on opposing sides, and in the end, they could only meet in battle.
“Hmph, I could have let it go that you took my prey, but you shouldn’t have destroyed Yun Ci Guild!”
Mozigel’s face was ferocious, his dark green eyes emitted a chilling cold light.
Like the gaze of a wild beast, his eyes locked onto Ning Fan, and Ning Fan couldn’t help but start to seriously size up Mozigel.
“Yun Ci Guild got what it deserved.
The blame lies in the fact that you shouldn’t have provoked me!”
“Arrogant!”
Murder filled Mozigel’s eyes, Ning Fan’s haughty tone completely ignited his fury.
“Phantom Asura, today is the day you die!”
No sooner had the words fallen than a dozen Yun Ci Guild experts charged towards Ning Fan, with Mozigel also brandishing his bayonet and rushing forward.
Faced with a dozen experts, including Mozigel, Ning Fan felt a surge of pressure.
His hands moved furiously, and countless Silver Needles flew in all directions.
Ning Fan leaped up, True Qi pouring into his hands, and struck towards the head of an assassin in the air.
With a splash, the head of the person Ning Fan hit exploded, and the blood-red brain matter danced in the air.
Ning Fan showed no mercy, intending to end the fight quickly.
In less than ten seconds, three people had fallen to him.
With a grave expression, Mozigel watched Ning Fan’s killing figure and gradually calmed down, realizing his opponent was much stronger than he had imagined.
“Ha!”
A bellow erupted in the air, and a torrent of Silver Needles turned three assassins into sieves.
Ning Fan picked up a long sword, his figure flickering ceaselessly, his speed overwhelming.
Sword in hand, he painted one blood flower after another on the bodies of his opponents.
With a rip, another one was skewered through the neck by Ning Fan and then fell into a pool of blood, lifeless.
“Asura!!!”
Mozigel bellowed frantically, his figure charging at Ning Fan like a tiger descending the mountain.
A fierce killing intent rushed towards him.
Ning Fan raised his long sword to confront Mozigel, who was wielding his bayonet.
“Hand over your life!”
The bayonet in Mozigel’s hands was like a nimble viper, stabbing at Ning Fan from all kinds of unpredictable angles.
Ning Fan’s eyes focused, True Qi circulated, his long sword like a rainbow, repeatedly parrying Mozigel’s attacks.