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墨書 Inktalez
This world is cruel, yet it also holds a glimmer of hope.
If one does not seek death, they will not die.
And these men in black are the ones courting death.
It is not that they deserve to die; they are merely completing their mission, even though the task requires them to kill others. Such events occur frequently across the Fran Continent, whether due to vendettas, wrongful accusations, or jealousy and dissatisfaction.
As long as there is a reason, for those in positions of power or privilege, killing a few people is as simple as having tea and chatting.
These individuals are courting death because their eyes are not sharp enough; they have provoked someone they should not have.
Although they did not actively attack Bu, sometimes a malicious glance or a hidden intent to kill can provoke him.
This is not Bu being domineering; he is not indecisive. He crushes all potential threats and instabilities in their infancy; this is his way of survival.
He will not wait until the other party has truly harmed him before thinking about retaliating passively.
The initiative must always be in his own hands.
"Ah...!"
One of the men in black finally succumbed to the dual pressure of fear and anger and attacked Bu first.
"Wrathful Serpent's Tail!"
This man executed a skillful leg technique, leaping into the air like lightning. His legs kicked and struck with incredible speed, creating a whirlwind of shadows that enveloped Bu. The rapid kicks were almost too fast to see clearly, resembling an enraged serpent whipping its tail.
This was his vengeful strike, infused with all his strength and pent-up fury.
"Thud thud thud thud thud!!!"
Facing the shadow of legs sweeping across him, Bu did not evade their sharpness. His hands moved swiftly, as if catching stars or grasping the moon, blocking the dense barrage of leg strikes that fell like shooting stars.
His body could not withstand the immense impact, and he staggered backward with each step. His arms grew numb and swollen from the continuous blows, while the solid ground beneath him was left in disarray, as if a bulldozer had passed over it.
"Stop!"
Bu suddenly bent his legs and anchored himself to the ground.
His hands, steady as if cradling the moon, firmly grasped one of the black-clad man's legs. Before the man could kick again, Bu swung him around like a scarecrow and slammed him down into the ground.
"Bang!"
Dirt and stones flew, followed by the sound of bones shattering.
The black-clad man's leg was brutally broken by this strike. His body crashed to the ground, a tremendous force erupting from within him, shattering his organs. Amidst the spreading blood, he was killed instantly.
Of the seven black-clad men, only three remained.
Bu stood still, gasping for breath. This series of battles had drained his stamina quickly.
Although a vampire's powerful recovery ability prevented his injuries from worsening, fully recovering in a short time proved quite difficult. Fortunately, he had not suffered any serious injuries.
"Demon, ah, you demon."
"We mustn't be afraid of him; let's fight together."
"Kill him! Only by killing him can we survive."
The last three survivors had gone mad, their nerves seemingly frayed. Fear of death caused their bodies to tremble uncontrollably as they charged at Bu recklessly like a desperate mob.
"Swish"
The figure of the Elder in Yellow suddenly appeared, blocking Bu's path.
At this moment, the Elder in Yellow could see Bu's condition; although he wasn't severely injured, his stamina had already been depleted by more than half.
After all, having killed so many opponents in succession and being hit by several skill attacks, it was impressive that he could still stand.
He was quite surprised by Bu Qiang's robust physical condition, as he was able to endure such a series of fierce battles and still seemed to have some strength left.
However, the Elder in Yellow had no intention of allowing Bu to continue fighting. He had already decided to take action against the enemy; if he didn't take down at least one opponent, it would be quite embarrassing.
Without further thought, the Elder in Yellow took the initiative to attack.
At this point, the three remaining black-clad individuals had lost their composure; their coordination in offense and defense had long been abandoned, and their attacks were chaotic and disorganized.
"I'll kill you! I'll kill you! I'll kill you..."
One of the black-clad figures seemed to be possessed, tearing off his mask to reveal a pale and frenzied face.
The Elder in Yellow snorted coldly. He activated his skill, moving with agility as if he were a half-circle gliding through the air, evading the attacks from two of the black-clad individuals.
"Azure Jade Palm."
The elder's palm glowed with a green light as he suddenly vanished from his original position. When he reappeared, he was behind the frenzied black-clad man.
This black-clad individual seemed to be jolted awake by the threat of death. His face twisted in rage as he let out a furious roar, spinning around like a top. His arms twisted and curled like a venomous snake striking out, producing a series of hissing sounds that rushed toward the Elder.
"Coiling Serpent Technique."
With a series of rapid strikes, both sides had exchanged dozens of blows.
The Elder in Yellow remained calm, showing no signs of pressure, while the man in black appeared flushed, clearly struggling to keep up.
"Sun Piercing Fist!" "Mocha Finger!"
Two other men in black launched their attacks simultaneously, one after the other, their assault relentless and coordinated, coming from both sides like an unstoppable storm.
Sensing the encirclement, the Elder in Yellow took a deep breath and delivered a powerful chop that forced back the man directly in front of him. He then unleashed a flurry of strikes with both hands, moving like a dragon extending its claws and then like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain, creating a whirlwind of energy.
"Dragon-Tiger Fist!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
The tightly coordinated attacks from the two men in black were as fragile as snowflakes meeting sunlight, or cheese being sliced in half. They could not withstand the overwhelming force for even a moment before being sent flying, blood spurting from their mouths.
Having repelled the two attackers, the Elder in Yellow's complexion also turned red, clearly indicating that he was not entirely unscathed.
He had previously been injured by a magical martial technique from the Hunchback Leader. Although he had managed to suppress the injury, his combat strength was not at its peak.
Now, having just executed his only skill that reached a profound level—Dragon-Tiger Fist—his body was under considerable strain due to the injuries.
"Old man, let me take over," Bu leaped forward, his figure flickering as he appeared beside the Elder in Yellow.
After a brief moment of rest, Bu had recovered some stamina.
"Alright, let's work together. These three will not escape today."
The Elder in Yellow turned to Bu and forced a smile, clearly relieved at having assistance.
The three men in black gradually drew closer together, their energy waning and their eyes dim.
After such a long battle, setting aside the injuries on their bodies, the exhaustion of their stamina was considerable.
The three exchanged glances, understanding each other's intentions.
"Run." As soon as the words were spoken.
Their figures flickered like three arrows shooting off in different directions, sprinting with all their might.
"Only now thinking of escaping? It's a bit late for that." Bu Leng chuckled, his figure flashing as he quickly pursued one of the black-clad individuals who was running the fastest.
This fellow was short, running like a little dwarf, yet surprisingly quick in his escape. He was the same pervert who had sneak-attacked during the fight.
Like a meteor chasing the moon, the speed at which Bu Leng moved was astonishing, creating a strong gust of wind as he rushed forward.
In just a moment, Bu Leng caught up to the lecherous dwarf's back, and with the next breath, he was ready to strike.
However, at that moment, the lecherous dwarf suddenly halted. Like a pangolin rolling on the ground, he quickly sprang back up like a spring and continued to flee. He had sensed Bu Leng's pursuit and abruptly changed direction to run back the way he came.
"Hmph."
Bu Leng stopped his rapid advance. Unable to control his strength due to his technique, he forcibly halted, leaving two deep grooves in the ground.
He shook his feet and continued his relentless chase, catching up to the lecherous black-clad man once again within a few breaths.
This time, Bu Leng was cautious, closely following behind while reducing his speed and power, gradually closing in on him.
Feeling the relentless presence behind him like a parasite, the lecherous dwarf became extremely anxious.
If this dragged on any longer, he would inevitably be caught. He steeled himself and suddenly slammed to a stop, like an emergency brake, causing his body to lean forward slightly.
"Sweep Kick." The body of the Lecherous Dwarf suddenly crouched down as he leaned forward, extending his front leg and sweeping it in a half-circle across the ground, kicking up a cloud of stones and sand that surged toward the advancing figure behind him.
After executing this basic Level 1 skill, the Dwarf did not continue to flee.
He pushed off the ground with one foot, leaping into the air and spinning around. His other leg swung out fiercely, the tip of his foot gleaming like a silver blade, revealing the sharpness of his attack.
"Breaking Wave Kick."
The sudden burst of offensive power was incredibly tight, causing Bu Xin to feel a chill and become alert. He did not stop moving; instead, he tore off his already tattered velvet robe, sending it flying like a canopy toward the incoming sand and stones.
In an instant, the fierce kick was already slicing toward him, the sound of wind tearing through the air was overwhelming, and Bu Xin could only raise his hand to block.
"Bang!" "Crack!"
With a loud crash, Bu Xin was halted in his tracks by this kick, his body bending slightly under the impact.
He felt as if his arm had been struck by a steel rod, the pain coursing through him like a tidal wave, threatening to shatter his bones.
Meanwhile, after executing the basic Level 1 skill Breaking Wave Kick, the Lecherous Dwarf was exhausted and did not attempt another attack; he turned to flee.
The energy within him had been nearly depleted after prolonged fighting, and those two skills had already pushed him to his limits.
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