Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Chapter 142 Wanna Make a Bet?

Zang Hua was somewhat stunned; her lethal strike had actually been blocked by someone, even after she had definitely lured them into her trap of seductive charms.

Zang Hua, one of the top assassins of the Netherworld gate, was incredibly powerful. Her strength was universally acknowledged to have surpassed that of top-level assassins.

That was because, six months ago, she had shocked the entire assassin world by killing an S-level powerhouse at the cost of severe injuries.

An S-level powerhouse, known as a walking nuclear bomb in the secular world, such a powerhouse could not be injured by ordinary weapons. Each of them possessed extraordinary skills, and even among the cloud of strong figures in the Netherworld gate, S-level powerhouses were definitely one of the strongest foundations.

However, in the Netherworld gate, killing an S-level powerhouse did not necessarily mean you were an S-level powerhouse.

S-level certification required a combination of the number of missions and the difficulty of those missions. Only when clients sought out top assassins for their jobs, and after successfully completing a hundred such tasks, could one be promoted to an S-level powerhouse.

It's important to note that each contract for a top assassin commands an enormous bounty, and the Netherworld gate would demand payment based on the information provided by the employer.

For instance, Ye Ling, who had once defeated the third-rate assassin Meteor, had an average track record, hence a bounty of one hundred million was set for his assassination.

And this time, it was precisely Zang Hua's hundredth mission; as long as this mission concluded successfully with the assassination of Ye Ling, she would become one of the few female S-level assassins.

"Netherworld gate, Zang Hua, right?" Ye Ling still held Zang Hua's body, a tremendous force making it so Zang Hua was firmly imprisoned by his side, unable to move.

An assassin not only needed exceptional skills, but more importantly, a mind that remained clear at all times.

But in a few breaths, Zang Hua had regained her reasoning, "It seems you were prepared."

But Ye Ling just shook his head with a smile, "Prepared? You are too confident. There is no one on this earth capable of killing me that has been born yet, and I also know that your employer is Lin Hua, right?"

Only Lin Hua had a great vendetta against Ye Ling and had also hired assassins from the Netherworld gate.

"You are too arrogant!" Zang Hua's face turned icy, her mind whirling as she considered how to escape.

But Ye Ling just gave a light smile, "Arrogant? No, you should believe what I say. You can't kill me, and you can't escape either. If you don't believe it, let's make a bet."

Having once been the Immortal Emperor, even now, reduced to the Houtian Middle Stage, he was certainly not someone that a powerful assassin could handle.

At the very least, it would take considerable effort for an Innate-level powerhouse to kill him, after all, his past combat experience and skills were unparalleled.

"Oh? What kind of bet?" Zang Hua hummed with a smile, recovering her poisonous poppy charm.

Ye Ling released Zang Hua, his finger gently gliding across her cheek, "You won't be able to kill me, and you can't escape either. If I lose, I'll let you go."

"I find you quite interesting. If you lose, it means you haven't caught me, and naturally, I will have already made my escape," Zang Hua replied with a cold smile.

Ye Ling did not speak; he simply shrugged, but the intense light flashing in his eyes gave Zang Hua a profound sense of danger.

This Ye Ling was not lying!

This was Zang Hua's first intuition, the intuition of someone who had once killed an S-level powerhouse.

Do not underestimate someone's intuition—also known as the sixth sense. For a powerhouse like Zang Hua, who tread daily through the smoke of life and death, intuition, the sixth sense, had saved her countless times.

"And if you win?" Zang Hua's demeanor had finally turned serious.

Ye Ling just grinned, "If I win, it's simple, you'll be mine."

Zang Hua, having heard this, sneered with disdain, "You lecher, what if I say no?"

"If you refuse, it's also very simple, I won't allow someone who tried to kill me to keep on living. I may be lecherous, but I wouldn't risk my life for some fleeting pleasure." As Ye Ling spoke, an earth-shattering aura slowly emerged from his body, intimidating Zang Hua.

Their conversation was soft, like whispers between lovers, and the people around them didn't detect anything unusual.

In opposition, the two of them stood against each other as time slowly passed. Zang Hua had initially planned to gradually dissolve Ye Ling's aura this way.

However, she was disappointed. For a full hour, Ye Ling stood as if he had only been there for a brief minute, without the slightest distraction or loss of focus.

It was now nearly eleven at night, and the bustling streets were unusually empty.

The couples that had been thronging about had gone home, the old married folks had gone to rest and sleep, and as for the young ones, well, it was simple, places like the 7 Days Inn were about to become the battlegrounds where they would charge into battle.

"Fine, I accept your challenge! If I lose, I'll belong to you, my entire being, but as for my heart, whether you can take it away or not, that will depend on your skills," Zang Hua finally conceded.

Ye Ling nodded, his smile brilliant as the summer blossoms, but before he could continue smiling, Zang Hua's next words made him freeze, then he beat his chest in frustration.

"Actually, ever since I chose the path of an assassin, I never thought I'd be defeated, because I swore that if I lost, I'd follow the person who defeated me for life. If it was a man, I'd willingly become his," Zang Hua declared.

Women, always the best actors. According to Zang Hua, she already belonged to him, curse his own foolishness for giving her a chance at all.

What a slap in the face; how could he make such a rookie mistake!

Like a poppy, a cunning little fox, no, a bewitching fox spirit, a serpent charm that could kill. If she escaped because of his blunder, he'd be kicking himself with regret.

Before Ye Ling could finish feeling remorseful, Zang Hua suddenly made her move, her slender legs dashing forward with a few steps.

Whoosh, she soared like a swallow, her body twisting suddenly in a 180-degree turn, her long legs also swinging fiercely out.

Thwack, her kick carried the fierce wind, as if tearing apart the air, striking ruthlessly towards Ye Ling with the velocity of a thunderbolt.

The speed and strength had reached a limit, a limit that an ordinary mortal could achieve.

But Ye Ling just smiled lightly, this kick might have been effective against someone else, but against him?

As the swing of her leg was about to touch Ye Ling's chest, he slightly shifted his body, moving as fluidly as drifting clouds and flowing water, miraculously shifting his position.

Whoosh, his hands reached out and directly embraced Zang Hua's waist, delicate as trickling water.

"Tsk tsk, such a perfect figure," Ye Ling took the opportunity to cop a feel, his smile startling to anyone who witnessed it.

Zang Hua was furious, her face flushing red with anger, "You bastard!"

She exerted force in her elbow, striking hard towards Ye Ling, while her body she was enveloping grew lighter as if to break free and escape.

Ye Ling slapped down hard with one hand, defusing the incoming elbow, his steps agile. With one hand, he grabbed Zang Hua's ankle, pulled hard, and drew her back into his embrace.

"I said, you belong to me!"