Chapter 267: It's really ugly, a misunderstanding?!

The shoe surface suddenly shattered, the flesh of the foot disguised as meat splattering everywhere, sticky blood plasma mixed with engine oil splashing onto Feng Mu's chin.

The black-red liquid had no warmth of blood, hitting his face, stimulating his pores to contract, his lips tasting a strange flavor.

He admitted that when he saw that foot explode, a straight rotating steel bar drill bit probing out, his heart was startled, but he was no longer the him of the past.

Whether body or spirit, he had already made full preparations to kill others or be killed by others.

In the slaughter of life and death at a critical moment, perhaps he could not completely avoid accidents from occurring, and emotions would inevitably fluctuate with the changes of battle.

He could not yet be omniscient and omnipotent, unable to accurately predict every move of the enemy.

But fluctuations of emotion could only remain as fluctuations of emotion, completely unable to affect the brain's judgment and the body's reaction.

Because the brain was like iron quenched in ice water year-round, horribly calm; the body was like steel tempered by a thousand hammers, movements would not have the slightest deformation.

To imagine again the stimulating feeling of being flustered in the first slaughter, he could never find it back again.

Feng Mu's face was like a fake one, between life and death there was no expression, only a pair of pupils with magatama rotating and accelerating inside slightly exposed his emotional fluctuations:

"It really is a bit nostalgic for the feeling back then!"

Feng Mu lowered his head to look at the drill bit rapidly enlarging in his eyes, he could even clearly see the micro-serrations blooming on the surface of the drill bit, with fake flesh hanging on the serrations.

Electric drill + micro-serrations + martial technique Poison Dragon Thrust = Electric Drill Poison Dragon Thrust?!!

This is the combination of technology and Martial Dao, really...

Feng Mu suddenly laughed ferociously: "It really is ugly!"

Feng Mu's chest suddenly swelled, before the enemy's electric drill could pass over, he himself bloomed with blood flowers from within, clothes were pierced with hole after hole, one sharp, blood-stained rib after another stabbed out from the holes.

Shocking to the eye!

Chi chi chi chi chi chi—

The sound of continuous flesh being pierced by holes entered the ears of the peeper nearby, stimulating his complexion to change drastically.

The peeper's eyes were filled with terror, he looked in disbelief at the two rows of ribs protruding from Feng Mu's chest.

Those ribs actually presented a ferocious serrated shape, suddenly contracting and biting, just like the compound mouth of an alien monster, one bite firmly biting the probing Electric Drill Poison Dragon Thrust.

Any single rib was thicker and longer than the Electric Drill Poison Dragon Thrust, and every rib's surface was similarly covered with dense serrations, layer upon layer, interlocked like canine teeth, densely packed to the point that the blue light in the peeper's eyes could not flicker fast enough.

The situation was just like the Electric Drill Poison Dragon Thrust stabbing into a Poison Dragon nest; although the latter was not an electric drill, the latter's quantity was dozens of times more.

Instantly, superiority was determined, the one who doesn't observe martial virtue wins!

In a flash, the Electric Drill Poison Dragon Thrust was firmly stuck, violent friction splashing sparks of metal collision, crushed bone fragments scattering everywhere, jammed into the precise gears of the Poison Dragon Drill.

Soon the Poison Dragon Drill was clogged and filled with bone dregs, stopping its sharp electric current whine, turning into a weak "ge zha ge zha" mournful cry.

"Ribs have all been implanted and reconstructed, you are a full-body Modified Human, your Implant Body has even been disguised as bones? What a joke..."

This time the peeper's brain circuit really malfunctioned a bit, he did not understand how the intelligence information sent by his old friend could appear with such a ridiculous error.

Full-body Modified Human!

Puppet Person!

Can this damn thing be one person?!

As long as one has a bit of medical and biological modification common sense, one can understand these two absolutely cannot coexist in one person!!!

The peeper was terrified to the extreme, this time absolutely not a disguise, because, in his field of vision, a bone claw the length of a normal person's arm was swung over from the side.

The blue light in his eyes stopped flickering, all his Qi and Blood and engine oil were compressing toward his lower limbs.

In an instant.

Qi and Blood entered the legs, leg muscles suddenly swelled as thick as a waist, the current of the built-in battery simultaneously discharged, flashing blue electric arcs.

In the flash of electric sparks, accompanied by a string of sounds of bones and flesh breaking, he actually forcibly pulled his leg out of the "alien compound mouth".

Strange sounds, like an iron hook stabbing into flesh, and like a knife chopping bones, the two sounds merged into one.

Blood and engine oil splattered everywhere!

Rotten flesh flashing with electric arcs spun and flew into the air, rolling around, exposing the wires wrapped inside the steel bars and flesh.

Pa da!

The broken Poison Dragon head along with a half-mechanical half-flesh half foot-ankle fell and smashed onto the ground.

The peeper staggered back three steps, one foot stepping on the ground to support his center of gravity, one foot shortened by half, the flesh below the knee was hooked and torn, the joints inside were visible to the naked eye, as well as the steel bars embedded in the knee joint.

That steel bar twisted and broke in the middle, several concave fingerprints could still be vaguely seen on it; without the foot, it could only be stuck in the ground like a nail, unable to stand steadily.

He stared fixedly at the dust rolling in the air, those dust particles mixed with countless tiny bone fragments, dyeing the dust into white mist.

"Although I broke a leg, I am absolutely not without fighting power."

The peeper said through gritted teeth, every word as if squeezed out from between his teeth,

"But you being blown up by me this time is also absolutely not pleasant, and moreover, today's conflict, I have already confirmed I found the wrong target, it was a misunderstanding, I apologize to you."

The peeper paused, forced out a smile, the blood stains on his face made his smile look uglier than crying, he continued to say:

"We don't need to continue fighting to the death, how about we stop here, each take a step back, hurry back to repair our Implant Bodies, I guarantee afterwards I won't..."

The peeper was not bluffing, he truly felt, although he had broken a leg now, but that moment he sacrificed his leg to let the battery self-detonate must have also severely injured the other party.

He believed, as long as the other party had a bit of reason, they would have to agree to his suggestion, hurry to leave and find a place to urgently repair their severely damaged Implant Body.

"The Implant Body on the other party's chest is probably already blown into a pulp, this damage is much greater than my one leg, wanting to repair it again is not an easy matter, even if it can be repaired, the time and money needed in between, hum hum—"

The peeper thought this in his heart, the anger and regret in his heart also seemed to calm down a bit.

After all, for Modified Humans, most of their strength lies in implanted modifications; if the Implant Body suffers damage, for some people, it is even more uncomfortable than being directly killed.

The white mist became thinner and thinner, like a thin gauze before dawn, gradually fading away, the human figure outline inside also became clearer and clearer.

The peeper's Electronic Eye kept zooming in crazy flickering, trying to pierce through that layer of thin mist, capturing more detailed images.

Then, he saw the figure slowly moving in the white mist, step by step, walking out unhurriedly.

Those footsteps, neither light nor heavy, as if every step precisely stepped on his heartbeat, distinct rhythm, yet also carrying a bit of indescribable Qiyi.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap...

Footsteps approached slowly, growing louder, yet they were not entirely the sound of shoe soles striking the ground; mixed in seemed to be the faint noise of feline claws lightly scraping against the floor.

At the same time, a voice came from the white mist, carrying an unusual metallic texture, cold and strange:

"You did misunderstand, mistaking me for a Modified Human, but I never said……"

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