Chapter 269: Your Blood Is a Bit Dirty, But Rich in Nutrition

Cry!

That sharp crane cry rang out abruptly in the air once more.

A bone finger swept past the peeper's eyes like a ghost, stirring a faint breeze, passing silently like a dragonfly skimming its wings.

Crane Claw Technique, Second Form: Dragonfly Sweep.

The peeper quickly drew back his right arm, trying to block this sudden attack from the side.

However, the moment his arm touched the bone finger, it was as if struck by a giant hammer, knocked aside by an unbelievable force.

He instinctively hooked back with his hand, tightly gripping that bone finger, forcibly pulling it away from an inch before his eyes.

But before he could catch his breath, another bone finger shadow, its color somewhat dim, appeared in his line of sight again, appearing and vanishing like an illusion, so fast it was unbelievable.

"Fake again?"

The next instant, the peeper's face twisted, and a violent, hollow pain from his right eye socket made him scream.

Fresh blood spurted from his eye socket like a fountain, splashing his cheeks; two thin red lines were pulled from his eye socket, snapped, and stuck straight out of his eye socket.

His left eye widened in terror, its pupil reflecting the dissipating finger shadow.

A crystal-clear eyeball, like a glass marble, hovered in midair, frozen in its final moment.

Then came a crisp crack, and the eyeball burst open, fragments scattering like raindrops.

【You used Crane Claw Technique, triggering Limit Break Skill: Phantom Claw.】

【Phantom Claw: If a hidden boil beneath the bone has a copied phantom shadow under your claw, 30% chance to trigger, only when using Crane Claw Technique.】

【ps: Phantom Claw has a 0.3-second delay!】

A line of combat reports flickered across Feng Mu's retina in real time, but not on the peeper's, so his scream was mixed with confusion and grievance.

He didn't understand—if that flickering bone finger in the air was real, then was the one he gripped tightly in his hand actually the false phantom?

Feng Mu had no intention of explaining; he twisted his fingers, the bone finger's joints rotated automatically, and ferocious barbs instantly pierced the peeper's palm—one pull, one twist, and a large expanse of flesh and skin was torn apart.

The peeper cried out in pain and let go, his right palm drenched in blood as if he'd grabbed a handful in a meat grinder, revealing the iron hand inside that had been reconstructed into metal.

"This bone finger is real too? They're all real!!!" the peeper rasped, the two wires of his left and right eyes staring fixedly at 【Mask】.

"You ask me?"

Feng Mu didn't answer at all; some questions, the dead don't need answers to.

He gave a cold laugh: "You grew eyes so you could see for yourself."

As Feng Mu laughed coldly, he shifted position beneath his feet, maneuvering continuously within a small space, circling the peeper to leave a blur of white phantoms.

The peeper's scalp exploded, every hair on his body stood on end; having lost his electronic eye's dynamic capture ability, his remaining flesh-and-blood eye could not distinguish the truth from falsehood of these white shadows.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot you only have one eye and can't see well, so just die here."

He didn't know if it was an auditory hallucination, but the peeper felt the voices surrounding him had become over a dozen, and as the white shadows grew denser, the voices increased step by step, from one to dozens in chorus.

"Medicine person? Hah—, old friend, this time you really want to harm me."

The peeper panicked in his heart, constantly twisting his head to look around; everything he saw was white shadows, as if the whole world was shrouded in white terror.

Without relying on the aid of implant bodies, every cell on his body, every pore in his flesh and blood, could feel the deathly aura constantly compressed in the air, growing thicker and thicker.

"Not a reconstructed human, but the Curse of the Evil Sacrifice—perhaps he really is a fine medicine person; too bad, it's not me eating medicine people, but medicine people eating me!!"

The peeper realized escape was impossible, hiding was futile, so he suddenly took a deep breath, his nostrils filled with omnipresent sinister killing intent.

In the next instant, countless bone claws reached for him from all directions, just like a scene from a horror movie.

One bone claw faster than the next, one more vicious than the next, both illusory ghost shadows and real phantoms, real and false intertwined, forming a death whirlwind of flaying skin and tearing bone.

"Hah, I'm dead, but if you kill me, you'll never find out who wanted to harm you."

A reluctant roar came from the peeper's throat; his muscles bulged, straining his clothes, the current inside him overloaded, his broken leg's steel bar viciously stabbed into the ground, and his other foot pushed off hard.

In an instant, he spun around his right foot like a top, his two arms dancing into a mass, colliding and rubbing against countless bone claws as they flew up and down.

Flesh and blood splattered, sparks flew everywhere.

The collision of bone and metal, the tearing of claws and flesh, lasted a full two minutes before the whistling wind gradually subsided.

The peeper's clothes were half in tatters, the scraps of fabric dyed red with blood, scattered all over the ground.

Half his shoulder had vanished, exposing broken bones; beneath the bones were extending steel bars, all snapped.

His chest and back were covered densely with claw marks, skin split and flesh torn, almost no intact flesh left, shocking to behold, with mangled internal organs visible, blood flowing out along the wounds.

Huffing—

His arms snapped, exposing charred wires; the peeper's neck was cut, unable to move, only able to stiffly hang his head, the sound of a broken bellows being squeezed coming from his lungs, mouthfuls of black blood and engine oil spraying out with his breath.

The forest-white 【Mask】 stood opposite, looking down at him from above; the exposed thorny white bones had been dyed a mottled black-red, like devil flowers blooming in the night sky.

"Although not very beautiful, your vitality has indeed been strengthened." The voice from beneath 【Mask】 had not a trace of warmth.

The next instant, the blood covering the bones was as if absorbed by a sponge, seeping into the bones bit by bit.

In two or three breaths, the bones were clean as if washed, renewed, white as before.

The peeper stiffly held his head, no longer having the strength to express any emotion; his gaze fixed straight ahead on everything before him, the corner of his mouth forcing out a despairing grim smile, then he spat out a mouthful of thick black blood.

He looked at the monster before him, who gathered all his bones back into a human shell, revealing once more a flesh-and-blood body disguised as human.

Then, he slowly shed the 【Mask】 on his face, revealing that face recklessly exposed to the air.

Feng Mu squatted down very politely, his gaze collecting the greed and terror of a carnivore, looking at him calmly with gentleness, and said very seriously:

"Your blood is a bit dirty; I don't like it; but the nutrition contained in your blood, I like very much!"

The peeper looked at Feng Mu, his mouth open, spraying blood as he spoke, his voice very muffled: "Huh, still won't admit you're not like a huh?"

End of Chapter