Chapter 266

Dim blue light flickered silently, the peeper's pupils zooming in to close the distance, pulling the distant scene before his eyes, details clearly imaged on his retina.

"Interesting—not saving people, but just killing them. But if it's killing, why wait until that woman was dead to act?"

Doubts swarmed in the peeper's heart, truly unable to fathom the connection hidden behind this:

"If to save people, he should have acted earlier; if only to kill, wouldn't killing two be more satisfying? In this situation, surely it can't be to punish evil, right?"

He simply stopped thinking about it, instead increasingly restraining his aura, lowering his presence to the minimum.

Casually, he slowly raised his arm; from his sleeve a pitch-black index finger silently extended, aiming at the target's back of the head from afar, a virtual crosshair floating in the center of his pupil.

"Calculating target trajectory, firing in three seconds, hit probability 97%!"

The cold calculation prompt echoed in his ear; he held his breath and focused, beginning a countdown in his heart.

He silently counted: "Three."

Feng Mu stood steady, his steps light as he trod on the drunkard's shadow; suddenly his arm extended, his palm turning into claws, lightly piercing like through a piece of tofu, directly penetrating the drunkard's back.

"Two!"

Feng Mu withdrew his palm, opening his palm to reveal a blood-drenched heart, the heart still thumping, blood splattering.

The drunkard's fist weakly dropped, his body falling backward with inertia, toppling into the trash can, face-to-face with the female corpse inside, tightly pressed together.

"One!"

The trash can's iron lid clanged shut; Feng Mu lowered his head to gaze at the heart in his hand, staring blankly.

Behind him, the black fingers unfolded like peeling an onion, revealing a cold gun port; a silver bullet shot out.

"siu——"

The peeper's lips made a whistling shape, making no sound, only dubbing it in his mind; a look of joy appeared on his face, as if he had already predicted the beautiful scene of the target being shot and falling the next second.

【... You absorbed the Resentment from the deceased; the Eerie Iron stored in your body was slightly digested.】

【You are peeking at a fresh heart!】

【From this heart, you glimpsed an ability not yet dissipated.】

【Drunken Master lv3: Your resistance to alcohol +12; you are not easily anesthetized by alcohol.】

【Copy?】

"Copy!"

Feng Mu mastered the usage of the 【Blood Bar Ghost Eye】 lv2 skill in just one attempt; although the first copy did not yield a surprising "grand prize," merely a seemingly useless ability.

But since the drunkard had already paid him the reward anyway, Feng Mu could not bear to refuse the drunkard's dying gift.

The attribute panel displayed a copied skill slot: Drunken Master lv3.

The next instant, the attribute panel suddenly closed; a row of red exclamation mark prompts flashed—【Attack Warning!!!】.

Feng Mu's pupils suddenly contracted; the muscles along his spine spasmed and tensed; immediately, a layer of knobby bones, like ancient lamellar armor, surged out from beneath the flesh of his back.

Accompanied by a grating screech, the broken foreign object was forcibly squeezed out and fell to the ground—a broken silver bullet.

Feng Mu immediately turned around, his left hand reaching behind his back to feel; a thin needle was pulled out, with a few drops of clear anesthetic liquid hanging from its tip.

He casually discarded the needle, while his right hand suddenly clenched; the heart, petrified at some point, was crushed into powder under this immense force.

Crushed lime powder drifted from between his fingers, carried by the wind toward that distant right eye flickering with blue light.

The Blue Light Right Eye contracted; the smile on his face had not yet dissipated before it suddenly froze; his dynamic vision quickly captured a string of white irregular bullets, piercing through the scattered lime, rotating out several straight gray traces.

The peeper suddenly shrank his head to dodge; a cut was carved on his cheek.

He quickly zoomed in on the captured image details—several strangely shaped bones embedded in the wall.

The peeper's eye twitched, and he couldn't help but cry out: "Finger bones? You've also undergone Body Modification Implant?! Wrong, the Intelligence Data doesn't have..."

The peeper's exclamation was interrupted; he suddenly looked up, his right eye's blue light flashing intensely, just as a figure erupted from dozens of meters away.

In an instant, a string of illusory figures connected; at first glance there seemed to be over a dozen figures, all erupting simultaneously, rushing to tear him apart.

Fast!

Not a light kind of fast, but a violent tearing assault; the cement ground was shattered by stomping, like waves raised by a raging wind, following the figures too numerous to count.

Feng Mu went all out; with over 24 points of strength combined with the Limit Break Soul Chasing Step, one person actually ran out with the terrifying momentum of over a dozen raging evil ghosts pouncing to devour people.

The peeper stared hard; his Electronic Eye slowed down again and again, finally barely clearly capturing a patch of pale white overlap—the strange Bone Armor high on that person's back.

"The fourth figure is real!"

The Electronic Eye was running so fast it smoked; the virtual frames capturing back and forth finally locked their focus firmly on one figure.

The peeper suddenly raised both arms, crossing them in front of his chest, while hurriedly shouting: "Misunderstanding!"

Bang!

Air explosion sound; immense force shook the air into visible ripples; the howling airflow slashed across the ambusher's face like knives.

It tore open the cut on his face, revealing the twitching red flesh inside.

Creak—

Amidst strange collision sounds, the peeper's feet sank into the Cement Ground; his body seemed hit by a Mud Truck; his figure retreated inch by inch, his feet plowing two deep trenches in the ground.

"I told you it's a misunderstanding, ahhh!"

The peeper panted heavily; he suddenly pulled out his right foot; the moment his trouser leg was torn off the ground, it ripped apart, revealing his mangled ankle inside, at an extremely tricky angle, suddenly kicking upward; the straight shoe tip stabbed straight at Feng Mu's chin.

Poison Dragon Thrust!

The air was stabbed into making a hissing sound.

However, Feng Mu remained unmoved; he hadn't responded with a single word from beginning to end.

In his eyes was only a Haze penetrating to the Marrow; it was exactly this silent, wordless coldness that made chills rise in the peeper's heart.

Feng Mu tilted his head; his right hand reached back to grab; a Crane Cry sounded in the air.

His five fingers curved into Hook Claws; the ferocious Finger Bones pierced through skin and flesh; his entire palm seemed to extend more than double in an instant; arriving first though later, he grabbed toward the stabbing toe.

"Body Modification Implant, definitely correct, you can't possibly be a drug user..."

The peeper cursed inwardly; the intelligence had a serious error. As his toes were seized, half his sole suddenly split open, and his shoe exploded along with it, shooting out a rotating steel drill bit.

Poison Dragon Thrust?!

Wrong, wrong, wrong!

Traditional martial arts can no longer keep up with the times; now it's the Electric Drill Poison Dragon Thrust!

The peeper's mouth corner twisted, revealing a ferocious smile: "You really thought I'd be afraid of you? Hah, you fell for the trap, go die——"

(End of Chapter)