Online: I Can See Health Bars Chapter 1244 - 550: Opportunity (Part 2)

Zhao Yinxin, the younger sister who was initially scheming alongside her, had pulled in only fellow outsiders.

For example, Chuan Luozhi, who had already plunged to his demise, or Lin Yi Yuan, who now displayed obvious reluctance to proceed.

"Lin Yi Yuan, lead the way! Rush upstairs with us and take him down!"

"Huh? Me?"

Lin Yi Yuan jabbed at his own nose, instinctively retreating a couple of steps.

Previously, when Fang Yu's sword had merely nicked his shoulder, he'd chalked it up to his own carelessness. But witnessing the Poison Marrow Sword's defeat now, he grasped that the guy upstairs was truly powerful.

Still, being pushed to stake his life, he refused outright.

But...

"Poisoned and yet you defy my command? Seems you truly seek death!"

Lin Yi Yuan's expression shifted once more.

"When did you poison me!?"

"Those meals you devoured earlier, didn't they carry a faint strange flavor?"

Lin Yi Yuan's face paled again.

Truth be told, he sensed no abnormality within himself, yet he couldn't gamble on whether the Poison Marrow Sword was bluffing or had truly dosed him.

With a darkened scowl, he reluctantly lifted his gaze toward the white-robed youth on the second floor.

The youth upstairs appeared to have run out of patience with the lot.

Seeing nobody bold enough to ascend, he vaulted down from the second floor abruptly, crashing into the midst of the throng with a resounding thud.

"Oh no!!"

"He’s descending!!"

"Scatter! Beware his strikes!"

The clustered mob below, terrified by Fang Yu's dramatic drop, shrieked and scrambled apart.

Those eager moments ago to claim Fang Yu's head for reward now resembled frightened rats fleeing a cat, utterly panicked.

Very well then...

Fang Yu's gaze flickered with letdown. Beyond the few boasting prominent health bars, the rest posed no real threat.

Were he not concerned about Evil Qi surging uncontrollably, he could wipe out most with a single Qi Explosion.

Such an act, however, would brand him a fugitive, drawing not just demons but potentially forces from the Ten Major Families.

"Who dispatched you?"

Fang Yu planned to interrogate them first; even truthful answers wouldn't save those with substantial health.

Free blood banks at his doorstep—why release them?

Yet Fang Yu's query met silence.

Instead, Zhao Jinci bellowed fiercely.

"Attack as one! The one who slays him claims the bounty!"

A classic monkey crowning itself king in the tiger's absence.

Fang Yu's sidelong glance caught the unassuming Humblebane Plague lurking in the corner.

This elder possessed the highest health bar present, the mightiest among them, yet stayed utterly restrained, holding back Zhao Wutian, showing zero desire to clash.

Zhao Jinci's rallying cry worked as intended.

The onlookers fixated on Fang Yu began fidgeting restlessly.

Initially stunned by his leap, with comrades surrounding them united by greed, a strange confidence swelled inexplicably.

"Right! Together now!"

"Brothers, at this point, escape's impossible! Whatever boss hired us, grab his head first and sort the aftermath!"

"Slaughter him! He's solo—can he defy us all?"

"No man beats four hands! Pile on, he'll crumble!"

Shouts escalated in fervor, one topping the next.

Fueled by this surge, a bold soul yelled a battle cry and lunged ahead.

But with a explosive bang, Fang Yu blasted him airborne in one punch.

The mob gaped at Fang Yu's one-shot prowess, minds blank, struggling to comprehend the feat.

Whoosh!

A barbed iron whip materialized suddenly, snaring Fang Yu's right ankle.

A vicious yank on the whip made Fang Yu lurch unsteadily.

Nobody spotted Fang Yu's concealed smirk as his head dipped; they fixated on the whip binding his leg.

"It’s Bone Piercing Whip Zhao Yinxin!"

"Perfect opening! Strike now!"

"Rush him!!"

The horde erupted in excitement, charging en masse.

But Bone Piercing Whip Zhao Yinxin sensed the leg she'd yanked wouldn't yield anymore!

Stunned briefly, she yelled urgently, "Sis, hold on!"

Too late.

Her sister Zhao Jinci and the rest capitalized on the chaos, swarming toward Fang Yu!

Even the grinning turncoat Lin Yi Yuan joined in.

Lin Yi Yuan's agility was lightning-fast, yet he avoided the vanguard—too exposed.

He weaved through the pack instead, keeping buffers ahead to deliver a lethal fan thrust!

His fan was iron core sheathed in paper!

A sneakily vicious tool!

Under his control, blades erupted from the paper guise, morphing it into a deadly razor fan!

Lin Yi Yuan had felled countless foes this way, and now victory beckoned!

Eyes on Fang Yu dispatching the vanguard with a wide sweep, Lin Yi Yuan exploited the blind spot for a savage ambush!

As the fan whipped out, blades from the reverse side lashed too!

Sword left, fan right—instinct screams prioritize the blade, yes?

Lin Yi Yuan's eyes sparkled with sly triumph.

As predicted, the foe blocked the sword barehanded!

Now!!!

Lin Yi Yuan's fan surged faster, exploding with a crack. Amid flying paper bits, the iron frame arced toward Fang Yu's throat!

"Payback for before..." Lin Yi Yuan crowed in ecstasy.

His wrist was suddenly gripped.

The iron fan inches from Fang Yu's face halted dead.

Impossible?!

Lin Yi Yuan's eyes bulged just as—

Crack!

His wrist shattered.

A sharp snap echoed as Lin Yi Yuan howled, while Fang Yu wrenched the iron fan and flipped it nimbly.

Slash!!!!

Lin Yi Yuan's throat ripped wide, exposing pale bones underneath!

Blood sprayed wildly from the gash as he clutched it, stumbling back before crumpling. His slayer had already turned to the others, battling with fists and kicks alone.

As though dispatching Lin Yi Yuan, the stealthy assassin, was a mere bagatelle, unworthy of note!

Contorted.

Lin Yi Yuan's features warped hideously.

Seething with rage and venomous spite, he slumped silently to the floor, blacking out entirely.

[System Prompt: Congratulations...]

[System Prompt: In-fighting among the Human Race, grievances form Evil...]

In a frenzy of motion, or a dizzying haze, everyone around Fang Yu flew outward suddenly.

Some crashed into tables with splintering booms, splintering wood as they writhed, unable to stand for ages.

Others slammed against inn walls with heavy thumps, slumping unconscious.

In that instant, the besieging crowd trapping Fang Yu had all been scattered, save Zhao Jinci, who timed her desperate lunge like a climactic twist—amid the crossing chaos of her flung allies, she thrust her sword viciously at Fang Yu’s rear!

When does a fighter drop guard most?

Zhao Jinci understood.

When every threat has been swept clean.

With the multi-directional assault fully repelled, the foe's vigilance slackens utterly!

She masterfully exploited that pivotal lull!