As Tenglin Quintongtian felt the sharp de pierce his skin, a wave of pain and numbness washed over him, spreading a debilitating weakness throughout his body.


    The agony stemmed from the de’s wound;


    the sense of helplessness emanated from the poison coating it.


    Struggling to breathe, his face grew increasingly bruised as he stared in horror at Charlie, tears welling in his eyes.


    Charlie regarded him with curiosity and asked, “Did you follow me first? How did I manage to do this?”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    Tenglin Quintongtian nodded frantically.<fn0c04> Official source is F?nd-Novel</fn0c04>


    Even on the brink of death, he couldn’tprehend how Charlie possessed such extraordinary strength, how he could evade detection in an instant, or how he made Tenglin’s dual swords veer off course.


    With a slight smile, Charlie exined, “Did you study physics as a child? Sound transmission relies on vibration. If you can control that vibration, you can manipte any sound. No matter how sharp your hearing is, you won’t detect it.”


    Tenglin Quintongtian’s eyes widened in astonishment. He understood that sound depends on vibration, but the idea of someone controlling sound vibrations was beyond his grasp. Eagerly, he fixed his gaze on Charlie, making muffled sounds of inquiry.


    Charlie chuckled and asked, “Are you wondering how I made your swords deviate?”


    Tenglin nodded involuntarily.


    “It’s based on the same principle of vibration control,” Charlie replied nonchntly. “However, this skill is part of a profound Chinese heritage, far removed from your Japanese ninjutsu. Don’t dwell on it; it’s time for you to move on.”


    Shock and regret washed over Tenglin Quintongtian’s face.


    He was astonished to learn that such heavenly skills existed in China, but hemented the fact that he would never have the chance to learn them in this lifetime.


    In that moment, Tenglin’splexion darkened to a shade of ck and purple, his eyes bulged, nearly popping from their sockets.


    His body began to convulse violently, shaking uncontrobly.


    This reaction was due to the cyanide he had applied to his short de. The potent toxin was swiftly iming his life in a horrific manner.


    This state persisted for about ten seconds, after which Tenglin Quintongtian sumbed to death, bing a lifeless, rigid corpse.


    Charlie felt no sympathy for Tenglin’s tragic demise. This man had carried numerous poisonous weapons, and one could only wonder how many lives he had taken with them. He was now facing the consequences of his actions.


    In a way, this was the best oue for him.


    If he had fallen into the hands of other enemies, he might not have even remained intact.


    At that moment, a faint vibration emanated from Tenglin Quintongtian’s pocket.


    Thanks to Charlie’s heightened senses, he was able to detect it.


    Curious, he reached into the inner pocket of Tenglin’s shirt and discovered a mobile phone.


    This phone appeared to be specially modified, with a vibration motor that significantly shortened the vibration duration and reduced its intensity, likely designed to prevent it from revealing its location when concealed.


    On the screen, a message caught Charlie’s attention. After unlocking the phone with Tenglin’s finger, he found a text titled “Teng Lin Zhengzhe,” containing only two digits: “07.”


    Charlie frowned, scrolling through the previous messages. All of themprised two-digit exchanges: Teng Lin Zhengzhe sent “03,” and Tenglin Quintongtian replied with “11.”