Chapter 66: Impossible to Guard Against

Meng Yifan did not choose to use the Bird Gun, because the Bird Gun's power is limited, and the skin of a Second Grade Martial Artist has been tempered by True Qi, making their defensive power extremely formidable.

The bullets fired from the Bird Gun simply cannot break through that defense; unless one hits the eyeball, it is impossible to cause fatal damage to a Second Grade Martial Artist.

However, Second Grade Martial Artists are different from Wild Beasts; when facing a Bird Gun, they will immediately protect their eyes and other vital parts, so even if Meng Yifan has Level 2 Shooting Technique, it is very difficult to kill a Second Grade Martial Artist with a Bird Gun.

"Whoosh!" Meng Yifan mobilized his True Qi and executed the first move of Lingbo Microsteps; his body was like a ghost, flashing suddenly, and in an instant, he covered a distance of twenty meters, his Ghost Head Blade slashing toward the thin, tall Second Grade Middle Stage Martial Artist on his left.

Meng Yifan's speed was too fast, and these seven men in black had not expected that the side in an absolute disadvantageous position would dare to launch an attack first.

The thin, tall Second Grade Middle Stage Martial Artist only felt a blade of light slashing toward his neck and hurriedly raised the large hammer in his hands to block.

But just at this moment, the sound of Ghost Crying Wolf Howling suddenly rang in his ears, and he felt gusts of eerie wind all around, as if many baring-fanged and brandishing-claws evil ghosts had come to claim his life.

"Not good." The thin, tall man was stunned for less than a second before he suddenly snapped awake, but unfortunately, it was already too late.

He only felt as if he had suddenly flown up; looking down, he discovered a headless body on the ground—was that not his own body? Where had his head gone?

Meng Yifan's blade was so fast that the moment the martial artist's head flew up, his consciousness was still active.

He opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, but could not utter a sound; without the support of the body, the consciousness remaining in his head quickly died out completely.

"Ding! Killed a Second Grade Middle Stage Martial Artist, gained 200 points of Experience Value." The prompt sound of the Game Panel rang out once again.

"Courting death." The other six men in black were furious, and the weapons in their hands all aimed at Meng Yifan.

Meng Yifan circulated his True Qi, tapped his toes on the ground, and slid backward, executing the second step of Lingbo Microsteps; his body was as fast as lightning, retreating twenty meters in an instant, dodging the attacks of the six men in black.

"What a fine Lightness Skill! What fast speed! What a ruthless heart!" another somewhat short and fat Second Grade Middle Stage Martial Artist shouted; he also had not expected Meng Yifan to be so ruthless, starting off by unleashing a finishing move and instantly taking out one of their Second Grade Middle Stage Martial Artists.

Meng Yifan's Lingbo Microsteps Lightness Skill has a first layer of mastering eighty-one footwork patterns, which can maximize body speed, while the second layer uses True Qi to coordinate with the footwork to significantly increase speed; he has currently only learned the first two steps, one advance and one retreat.

Just now, Meng Yifan was precisely executing the first two moves of Lingbo Microsteps, combined with the Ghost Crying Wolf Howling of the Ghost Head Blade, to win by surprise and easily kill an enemy.

There were six enemies remaining, including two Second Grade Middle Stage Martial Artists and four Second Grade Lower Tier Martial Artists; they still occupied an absolute advantage.

"Kill another one." Meng Yifan did not stop; he mobilized his True Qi again, executed the first step of Lingbo Microsteps, and with a flicker of his body, he rushed forward twenty meters, aiming his Ghost Head Blade at the short, fat Second Grade Middle Stage Martial Artist.

"Woo... wail..." Ghost Crying Wolf Howling was activated again, and a strange sound wave enveloped the second Second Grade Middle Stage Martial Artist.

"Hmph! I was already prepared for this move of yours." The short, fat Second Grade Middle Stage Martial Artist snorted coldly; when Meng Yifan rushed over, he had already used his True Qi to seal his ears.

Therefore, when the Ghost Head Blade activated Ghost Crying Wolf Howling, the sound wave attack was blocked by his True Qi, and the effect was much smaller.

Although the short, fat Second Grade Middle Stage Martial Artist still felt a bit uncomfortable, he bit the tip of his tongue and became completely clear-headed, sealing forward with a Copper Staff in his hands to block the Ghost Head Blade.

Meng Yifan smiled coldly; he flicked his right sleeve, and a colorless, odorless poisonous smoke sprayed onto the face of the short, fat Second Grade Middle Stage Martial Artist, which took the short, fat martial artist by surprise. He hurriedly tried to hold his breath, but unfortunately, it was a step too late, and a wisp of poisonous smoke drilled into his body.

"Poisoned." The short, fat Second Grade Middle Stage Martial Artist felt a formidable toxin rapidly spreading within his body, rushing directly toward his heart; if the toxin reached his heart, he would undoubtedly die.

"What kind of poison is this? How is it so overbearing?" The short, fat martial artist hurriedly circulated his True Qi to suppress the spread of the toxin; the spreading speed of the toxin was indeed suppressed, but Meng Yifan's Ghost Head Blade had also reached his front.

"Oh no!" The short, fat martial artist groaned inwardly; if he mobilized his True Qi to block the attack of the Ghost Head Blade, the toxin in his body would erupt rapidly, and he would soon die from the toxin attacking his heart.

But if he used his True Qi to suppress the spread of the toxin, he would be unable to block the Ghost Head Blade that Meng Yifan was executing with all his might.

The short, fat martial artist was terrified and managed to squeeze out some True Qi to execute his Lightness Skill, his body retreating rapidly, wanting to hide behind the other men in black and let his companions block Meng Yifan for him so he could go to the rear to circulate his energy and suppress the toxin.

Strike while the iron is hot; how could Meng Yifan let this short, fat martial artist escape? He tapped his toes again, mobilized his True Qi, and executed the first step of Lingbo Microsteps once more; with a flicker of his body, he rushed forward in a straight line for another dozen meters.

The short, fat martial artist was retreating, and Meng Yifan was in pursuit; at this moment, the difference in their Lightness Skill footwork became apparent.

The Lingbo Microsteps that Meng Yifan practices is a Mysterious Grade Middle Quality Lightness Skill; although it is a fragmented version and cannot be practiced completely, the two steps he has currently comprehended are Mysterious Grade Middle Quality Lightness Skills, which are much faster than Yellow Grade Lightness Skill footwork.

Meng Yifan's own speed attribute points are as high as 98, and combined with using True Qi to execute the first step of Lingbo Microsteps, at this very moment, Meng Yifan's speed soared to over 200 meters per second. A normal person needs 0.3 seconds to blink their eyes, which means that in the time it takes to blink once, Meng Yifan has already run out 60 meters.

If converted into hourly speed, Meng Yifan's current speed is 720 kilometers per hour.

One must know that the top speed of an Enzo Ferrari is only 365 kilometers per hour; Meng Yifan's limit speed at this moment is nearly twice as fast as the top speed of an Enzo Ferrari.

From this, one can imagine how fast Meng Yifan's speed is at this moment.

Meanwhile, the short, fat Second Grade Middle Stage Martial Artist practices a Yellow Grade Mid-Rank Lightness Skill, and his body speed can only reach over fifty meters per second; combined with the amplification of the Lightness Skill, his top speed is only a little over one hundred meters per second.

But he is currently suffering from severe poison, and most of his True Qi is being used to suppress the spread of the toxin, making it impossible for him to execute his Lightness Skill at full power, which resulted in his speed being even slower, making it impossible for him to escape Meng Yifan's pursuit.

"Pfft!" Meng Yifan slashed his Ghost Head Blade horizontally, directly disemboweling the short, fat Second Grade Middle Stage Martial Artist, even hacking his internal organs to shreds, and he soon breathed his last.

"Ding! Killed a Second Grade Middle Stage Martial Artist, gained 200 points of Experience Value." The Game Panel rang out with the prompt sound of experience being credited again.