Chapter 348

"Thinking inertia."

He suddenly said this sentence for no reason.

Fei Mu looked at him, vomiting blood while being shocked and confused.

As Su Ming raised his hand, the sky full of blades of battle intent turned into orange light and dissipated.

All the flying swords also returned to the sword box.

"What is thinking inertia?" He continued.

He only held the Frost-Flame Death Mark broken sword in his hand.

"When I came with the indigenous ability user, you naturally regarded me as an ability user accompanying her, rather than a job changer like yourself."

"This is also where I differ from other Sky Tower Association bounty hunters, because I came with an indigenous person."

"Therefore, I saw your true face." Although Su Ming was covered in blood, he remained calm and composed, his eyes extremely peaceful!

Golden light flickered in his pupils, and he stepped on Fei Mu's dirty face, his posture appearing invincible!

Fei Mu was completely desperate; he glanced at the Sky Tower Association token at Su Ming's waist, and his eyes instantly went dull.

"You... you are actually... an Epic-level hunter..." He said with his last breath, completely collapsing.

Epic-level hunters were generally experts in the late 5th-turn, their levels far exceeding his own.

Moreover, their combat experience must be very rich; they were all top-tier powerhouses.

At this moment, he completely resigned himself to his fate, knowing that death was his only outcome.

Su Ming held his sharp blade, his eyes cold, and pointed it at the center of his brow.

With just a little force, the death mark layers would stack to 100, completely killing this person.

Just at this moment, someone walked over slowly and gently pulled Su Ming's hand.

"Su... Ming, I have a request." Ni Shuang was extremely weak, her eyes fierce.

"He has done all kinds of evil; please don't let him... die so easily."

She gritted her teeth and said the most cruel words word by word.

Ni Shuang thought of the torture her mother had suffered, the wails of her father before being killed by Fei Mu, and her own regret and embarrassment when she escaped back then.

All the grief and anger turned into a desire for cruel torture.

She had set her own bottom line to be a good person, someone completely different from Fei Mu, and to stick to her original heart.

And using torture, perhaps, was not the act of a good person.

But... at this moment, she didn't want to care about anything, didn't want to think about anything.

She only wanted... Fei Mu to feel endless pain.

A thousand times, ten thousand times more painful than herself and her parents!

If she didn't do this, she might develop a heart demon in the future and eventually fall into an evil path.

Su Ming's expression was calm; he thought silently for a moment and actually... nodded.

Fei Mu's ruthless methods made even Su Ming feel disgusted; if he didn't torture him a little, he would feel uncomfortable in his heart.

One lives a lifetime, how can one leave regrets?

Anyway, the wanted poster only required Fei Mu; there was no requirement for whether he was dead or alive!

Hearing this, Fei Mu's face trembled violently, and his eyelids twitched.

Torture... himself?

Could it be that today he would be reduced to the object of torture?

He had always been well-versed in the art of torture; the families of three, job changers, and ability users who had died miserably under his hands were countless.

No matter how they begged for mercy, he would never stop.

He enjoyed that symphony of shrill wails.

Precisely because of this, he was even clearer than normal people about the pain of being tortured.

He himself was unwilling to endure it!

He felt his hair stand on end, suddenly looked at Su Ming, and used his last bit of strength to scold sharply.

"Kid, aren't you afraid that a mishap will occur and you'll be killed by me in return!?"

As the saying goes, villains always die from talking too much; normal people, to avoid long nights and many dreams, would end the battle quickly.

Under normal circumstances, Su Ming would also do this.

But this time was different.

Su Ming was not a villain, and furthermore, he was certain that Fei Mu had no trump cards left!

Little Ming's sense of smell was extremely sensitive; it had smelled the entire surroundings, and there were no hidden surviving corpse soldiers left.

Naturally, there was no fear of a mishap, and he could torture him with peace of mind.

Seeing Su Ming unmoved, Fei Mu was completely panicked.

His voice trembled, and he feigned strength, gritting his teeth and saying hoarsely.

"Don't you fear that I still have a final trump card!?"

Su Ming, upon hearing this, laughed lightly.

"If you hadn't said these words, perhaps I would indeed have thought you might still have a trump card."

"But now that you are seeking death to avoid torture, it is clear that you have no means left to reverse the situation."

While speaking, Su Ming's eyes flashed with the golden light of the Eye of Insight, scanning Fei Mu's skills once more to ensure he had no way to escape.

Hearing this, Fei Mu's heart turned to ash, his lips turned white, and he wanted to say something more to struggle.

"You..."

Pfft!

The Shadow Poison Monarch sword directly pierced his chest, pinning him to the ground and interrupting his speech.

Subsequently, the poison attached to his body, beginning to crazily drain his mental power.

Without mental power, and with his body suppressed, he had no possibility of escape.

With his mental power exhausted, even if he had hidden corpse soldiers, he could not use the teleportation spell.

Little Ming in the air flew and landed on Su Ming's shoulder, its deep blue bird eyes staring down at this psychologically twisted person.

At this moment, Fei Mu only felt that the figure in front of him was infinitely tall.

The golden-eyed swordsman, with a blue-eyed black bird standing on his shoulder, looked majestic and mysterious, invincible.

This was the last scene he would see in his life!

Pfft!

Two bursts of blood sprayed out.

Ni Shuang's eyes trembled; she exerted her ability to the limit, condensing two extremely thin ice needles that directly pierced Fei Mu's eyes, poking his eyeballs out.

Fei Mu immediately let out a shrill scream, rolling on the ground, but was pinned by the long sword, unable to break free.

"Don't worry, this is just the beginning." Ni Shuang revealed a bloody smile.

"Your torture methods... the surrounding survivors have passed them on by word of mouth, and I know a thing or two."

She attacked again, crying while torturing him crazily.

"Ah!!!"

"Hunter... Hunter, Hunter... my lord, give me the final blow, I beg you." Fei Mu cried and shouted toward Su Ming.

A generation of self-proclaimed masters of sorcery had now been reduced to this end.

All pride and dignity were abandoned, and he only sought death.

He even addressed Su Ming as "my lord."

Su Ming crossed his arms and watched coldly from the sidelines.

For scum, this was a very good ending.

He covered Little Ming's eyes with two fingers and smiled.

"The following scene is not suitable for young birds."

Hum, hum, hum...

Several swords flew out of the sword box, hovering beside Fei Mu, blocking all his paths and ensuring he had nowhere to escape.

This undoubtedly made Fei Mu completely unable to live and unable to die.

Ni Shuang's face gradually became covered in blood; she even felt that the pain of her mental exhaustion had been numbed quite a bit.

She laughed boldly, listening to the beautiful music of Fei Mu's screams in her heart.