Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 1187: Standing Out from the Crowd

"Did you see that?" The old man in blue spoke just in time, his words filled with seductive temptation: "You will become like him. As long as you can persevere, you will transform into an immortal body like this!"

The Vermilion Bird did not answer. She wasn't foolish. She could stand out among the six brothers and kill her master. How could she be an idiot? The second teacher used this immortal body as a major temptation, yet he risked the most vital failure. No doubt, covering up the risk of failure with a simple "perseverance" method experiment was extremely dangerous.

If he could easily obtain an immortal body, why wouldn't he do it himself? However, if given a chance for a successful self, who could reinforce his level of power better than him?

This fundamentally makes no sense!

"The instruments are ready. Bring someone."

Suddenly, one side of the wall was pushed open, the hidden room was bright, and the Cardinal squinted in the light. The old man in green nodded at him, and then, like holding a pet, he carried the Vermilion Bird into the bright room.

"She does not promise. Take her out."

"She must stay conscious. If she isn't aware, the experiment won't succeed."

"If I release her constraints, she'll resist at the first opportunity, causing huge trouble."

"Not even you can handle that?"

"It's somewhat difficult."

"That's it. Although the success rate will be lower, your martial artist's body is different from ordinary people. You should be able to maintain the success rate at the normal level."

"Alright!"

The exchange sounded like those haggling over vegetables in a market. Ever since being with her master, the Vermilion Bird had no more feelings of inferiority; it was only the first time she found herself so useless. The faces of her master and his five brothers drifted back and forth in her mind, finally linking together, making Ye Fengsheng's face as unforgettable as the Devil.

"If I'd known it would be like this, I'd rather have died straight away."

Such thoughts engendered despair in the heart of the Vermilion Bird countless times.

Looking at the young man in the corridor, the second senior brother's pupils slightly narrowed. Having reviewed Ye Fengsheng's information for a long time, he instantly recognized the indifferent face before him. According to past data from the Fourteen States, this was a difficult adversary. The lion must exert full force in its fight with the rabbit. Although he appeared as a harmless young man, he still adjusted all his muscles, breathing hoarsely, rushing towards Ye Feng's sound in what others thought was a terrifying manner.

Thus, viewers in the same building could only see a clearly visible blue figure flash before their eyes, like a cheetah chasing prey at high speed.

It is said that a brave man wins in a narrow path, but Ye Fengsheng had no such thought. Staring at this old man in blue rushing fiercely towards him, with a ruthless look in his eyes, he thought the man's mind was broken, leaving him crazy, walking slowly. When he was only an arms length away, he gave him a slap.

"Boom!"

But after hearing a loud noise, the old man in blue was brought out by the power of this slap. After crashing into four walls one after another, he dug a big pit in the parking lot outside the house.

And Ye Fengsheng continued walking forward, seemingly not quickly, but disappeared from the camera's vision after a few breaths.

"Bo, doctor, something's wrong."

The supervisor looked at the empty display in front of him, exchanging glances, then carefully said to the people in the lab.

The fingertips sliding over Suzaku's body suddenly squatted down. Proper fingertips could find a good piece of flesh on a body full of scars. After pressing a dent hard, the man asked: "How is the situation?"

The monitor glanced at the dozen screens in front once again, saying: "The diver disappeared!"

"What about the consequence?"

With fingertips pressing hard, the man said: "Isn't Yu Bo about stopping people?"

"Yu Bo, Yu Bohe..."

Before finishing the words, the guard said: "He got beaten up for the rest of the time."

"What?" The words paused for a moment, the man slightly lowered his head, staring at the unmovable eyeball in front of him: "Isn't he the opponent?"

"He... he got slapped by the intruder, flew to the parking lot, smashed a big hole. Now I don't know if he's dead or alive."

Gazing at the screen showing the old man in blue, his half body buried in the ground, the monitor was somewhat in shock. He wasn't a furry kid who had never seen the world. Instead, he had seen many big figures who had never encountered this world working in this lab. Many powerful figures had met. But such a slap could break through four walls and bury a person underground. This was indeed something never seen before.

At this moment, sharp fingertips deeply embedded into the skin, stained with blood. Originally white skin and flesh covered with a hideously ugly red. The man bent down, removing the microphone from his ear, casually tossing it aside, extracting the bleeding index finger from the Cardinal's bleeding wound, licking it clean, then said:

"You are my experiment, my prey. Even if Jesus comes today, he wouldn't save you."

The Vermilion Bird didn't speak, but just stared with round eyes, fixedly at the person in front.

Even she didn't dare admit. A faint anticipation rose in her heart. She thought the intruder was Ye Fengsheng.

The white walls bore mottled knife marks. The spacious, bright, and beautifully decorated room now lay in chaos. Eyes filled with scars, hardly a place seen before showed ownership.

Black blood pooled slowly on the ground, interweaving along the lines of the tiles. A few minutes later, it stained everything on the ground a dark red.

The man in black had turned into a mound of minced meat on the ground. Only the young man still stood at the door of the room, watching the slowly healing flesh, with a headache.

What method did Fang Chen use to make these infiltrating things disappear?

Forget it. I'm too lazy to think about it. As long as these things don't bother me temporarily, it's easy to say anything.

In my mind, Ye Fengsheng walked slowly, stepping on the bloody fists that broke into the door before me. Then, my corner of the eye twitched slightly, tilting to avoid the bullet.

"Bang~!"

Another gunshot sounded. Not waiting for Ye Feng's response, flames flickered from the muzzle, striking his large chamber after Ye Feng turned his head to dodge.

Ye Feng's voice slightly raised his eyebrows. His body flickered, and a series of blood marks appeared on the ground, extending to the person holding the gun.

"I don't quite like killing now. You can handle it yourself."

With four eyes meeting, Ye Feng coldly. After casually saying this, he turned around.

In the quiet parking lot, there was only a big pit. The old man in green was gone. Vermilion Bird stood nearby with wrinkles on her chest. She knew she was doomed.

The second master escaped, now likely hiding in a concealed place, observing every action here. If he saw the pictures of her with Ye Fengsheng, he could gauge she betrayed the Fourteen States. When he abandoned the perfect position of the Fourteen States, he would face endless assassinations by the three thousand guests of the Fourteen States' grand hall!

No one knows better than the Lord of the Fourteen States about the power of assassination in the Fourteen States. Her Vermilion Bird was not Ye Fengsheng. She did not have the capability to fight against three thousand assassins with her own power, nor did she have the capability to live beneath the assassination of three teachers and two former lords. Thus, she knew she had no chance of survival.