Pick Up a Killer as Girlfriend Chapter 1117 1117: Mutant in the Competition

On the other side, Han Shengjun was also itching to get started.

Because under Xiaofan's ticulous arrangent, everything seed to be operating step by step. Even if they occasionally hunted so fish that slipped through the net, most were easily dealt with.

Now, finally, there was soone who could let him attack with full force, and Han Shengjun naturally wouldn't let go of such an opportunity.

Sure enough, as Xiaofan said, the opponent was Asian, yellow-skinned.

The build was similar to his own, but the steps were heavier.

'Whoosh.'

Without any greeting, once the opponent entered his attack range, Han Shengjun imdiately dashed forward.

Don't be fooled by Han Shengjun's large stature; his footwork was extrely swift.

Back when he t Xiaofan and the others, only Li San alone couldn't completely block Han Shengjun's fists. Now, after experiencing many trials, his strength had greatly improved.

'Bang.'

Although the opponent's reaction was a beat slow, Han Shengjun, who had the upper hand, struck with a palm.

However, the opponent reacted quickly as well, raising his hand to catch Han Shengjun's powered-up palm.

After retreating several steps, he barely steadied himself by crashing into a large tree.

The impact caused the tree, thick enough for an adult to embrace, to shake violently.

Han Shengjun looked at the opponent and then at his palm. Sure enough, the opponent was as formidable as Xiaofan said.

The Japanese assassin, who had just been ambushed, was equally surprised. This was the first ti since coming out of the mountains that soone had managed to slightly injure him.

The shock to his body and mind made him feel a bit turbulent inside. If it were usual, he might have already vomited blood.

'Bang.'

After a failed strike, Han Shengjun moved forward to continue his attack. Given his personality and the wide, open style of his moves, few could withstand it.

Yet, the opponent's body was hard as iron, and the more Han Shengjun fought, the more alard he beca. His previous advantage was suppressed by the opponent's reckless counterattacks.

This feeling seed sowhat familiar... Could it be...

With suspicions in his heart, Han Shengjun dared not slack off. He was almost certain about the type of opponent he encountered.

Retreat, as Xiaofan had previously reminded him.

Given Han Shengjun's current speed, successfully retreating in the jungle wouldn't be a big problem. But Han Shengjun's righteous military temper wouldn't allow him to do such a cowardly thing.

Yet, the opponent's desperate fight left Han Shengjun without a way out. If only he had a mont to breathe, he could certainly give the opponent so pain.

'Whoosh.'

As Han Shengjun hesitated, a glint of coldness suddenly ca at him.

In a life-and-death fight, distraction could be fatal.

If the opponent was Japanese, even if the slash missed vital points, the blade would surely be coated with Black Scorpion's poison.

This ti, coming in a hurry, he hadn't prepared the antidote for Black Scorpion. Of course, with Han Shengjun's inner strength, plus Xiaofan's presence, Black Scorpion was not to be feared. However, facing the opponent's desperate fight, if he used inner strength to suppress the Black Scorpion's poison, he would surely lose to the opponent.

If he didn't use inner strength, within a minute, the poison would attack his heart and kill him.

Oh crap...

This strike could avoid vital points but couldn't avoid the Black Scorpion's poison.

'Clang.'

At that mont, a figure swiftly flashed, and the fierce blade light imdiately blocked the opponent's dagger.

Upon closer inspection, who else could it be but Shen Zuimo who had arrived?

The sudden appearance of another expert startled the Japanese assassin. Under relentless pressure, he had to retreat imdiately.

What was happening with these people? Had the world's assassins beco so powerful?

Moreover, the opponent seed to know his fatal weakness, continuously attacking his eyes.

Could it be that they both knew his identity?

"Han Shengjun, to the left."

"Got it."

Shen Zuimo's brows were tightly furrowed. His dagger didn't penetrate the opponent's body, the best proof of the opponent's identity.

Mutant, a Japanese mutant.

The Japanese mutant's appearance in this competition further proved that the assassination order had indeed spread across the world's assassin organizations. It also strongly substantiated Xiaofan's operation as entirely correct.

Taking a mont to breathe, Han Shengjun used tenfold his power, employing the Mountain-Opening Palm he had learned from Ye Aotian, mustering full strength to strike at the opponent's chest.

The Japanese assassin, who initially wanted to fight to the death, felt unexpected fear facing this palm. His impenetrable body wasn't confident it could withstand the strike.

In a panic, the mutant extended his right hand, attempting a direct confrontation, getting through this hurdle first.

'Bang.'

'Crunch.'

The sound of bones breaking was imdiate.

No matter how resistant to bullets the mutant's skin and muscles were, under Han Shengjun's powered strike, the entire hand bone fractured.

The whole person was flung backward.

However, after landing, the opponent stood firm, and with a flash, he dashed into the bushes.

Can he still run?

Originally, he thought with his strongest Mountain-Opening Palm, even if he couldn't kill the opponent, it would make him a cripple, but the opponent didn't even stop and continued forward.

In hindsight, it was discovered that mutants have another trait: they don't feel any pain. So even if bones broke, it only ant the arm couldn't be used, while their legs moved as freely as before.

Feeling sothing amiss with the broken arm, the mutant entirely used the leftover strength of the palm to propel himself out, escaping Shen Zuimo's attacks, thereby gaining a chance at survival.

Shen Zuimo reacted quickly, imdiately stepping forward to chase, but in this hail of bullets, pursuing was dangerous. Sure enough, within less than 400 ters of chasing, a series of gunshots sounded from beside Shen Zuimo. Helplessly, Shen Zuimo stopped pursuing to first deal with these pesky fellows.

The mutant wasn't afraid of bullet impacts, which is why, under the cover of other assassins, he successfully saved his own life.

Han Shengjun, slightly slower, lost the opponent's trail upon catching up, and could only help Shen Zuimo eradicate the nearby assassins.

Overall, it was truly a pity to let him escape just like that.

"Han, how's it going?"

"Apologies, I was negligent. Even with Miss Shen's help, he escaped. The opponent was... a mutant, and moreover, a mutant with inner strength."