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"This assassin is a ruthless character, a hundred times more formidable than the assassins specially trained by our Sect." The Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Artist coughed twice more and said, "He is not only strong in power, but he also knows how to exploit people's psychological weaknesses, leading them into traps without them even realizing it."

"Just now, when his first strike failed, he fled immediately, creating the impression that he is a weak, sneaky assassin who can only resort to stealth."

"However, we have clashed with this assassin more than once or twice; do you still not understand his strength?"

"Even in a direct confrontation, we have no guarantee of total victory. This kind of person must have hidden cards; you might never even know what his ultimate trump card is."

Hearing the words of the Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Artist, the terror in everyone's hearts deepened.

"I have seen this type of Genius before. Such people generally like to hide their true strength and will not take risks without being completely certain of success. He must have calculated that there would be no danger before carrying out the assassination; this kind of person values their own life very highly."

"Although in the eyes of others, he is dancing on the tip of a blade, in reality, he knows exactly what he is doing. It looks dangerous, but in fact, there is almost no danger at all." Fear flashed in the eyes of the Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Artist; clearly, he had encountered such a Genius before.

The burly Martial King recalled the few times they had battled the assassin. Indeed, although it seemed like they could have caught him—just missing by a hair—they were actually far from succeeding; it was just an illusion.

"Boss, since you have seen this kind of Genius before, how should we deal with him?"

The boss was knowledgeable and experienced; surely he would have a way to deal with him.

What everyone did not expect was for the Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Artist to shake his head and say: "When you encounter this kind of Genius, the only thing to do is run. Find a spacious place and do not give him the opportunity to hide."

"In a direct confrontation, no matter how much of a Genius he is, he is no match for us. The reason he dares to attack us so unscrupulously is because he is confident he can escape. When he is not confident in ensuring his own safety, he will certainly not continue to hunt us down."

The Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Artist had always maintained the mindset of a hunter, believing that this assassin was merely an existence that could not see the light, and that as long as they found him, he would surely die. However, reality slapped him hard; this was no assassin who couldn't see the light—he could even take on five of them in a direct confrontation.

Fortunately, they had many people, and the assassin was not confident he wouldn't be surrounded, which was why he didn't dare to launch a direct attack.

"Let's run!" a Martial King said in fear. "Staying here means having to constantly guard against our surroundings, and we could lose our lives at any moment, while the assassin is resting and conserving his energy. If this continues, our spirits will be exhausted, and if we are even slightly careless, we will likely be ambushed by the assassin."

Everyone nodded. Staying here now not only made it impossible to scavenge for any treasure, but they also had to constantly guard against the assassin's sneak attacks; the slightest lapse in attention meant death.

"Then let us leave now." The Black-clothed Short-sleeved Martial Artist, seeing that everyone had the intention to leave, immediately said.

He did not want to stay here anymore either; they hadn't seen a single piece of treasure, and two Martial Kings on their side had already died, plus one had run away.

If things continued like this, he estimated the team would directly collapse.

At this moment, he already regretted bringing Jue Xin into the Secret Realm. If it weren't for Jue Xin coming over, they wouldn't have been assassinated, and his two brothers wouldn't have died in vain.

He had already decided that once they got out this time, he would draw a clear line between himself and Jue Xin, no matter what. An enemy who would be a future Martial Emperor was not someone he could afford to provoke.