Chapter 126: Chapter 125: The Hunter’s Thirst for Blood (25)_1
Ha ha!
Fu Qian’s words made Deng Feizhou stunned for a moment, then he couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
“Well, I do want to see that—”
He had spoken only half his words when he suddenly widened his eyes, staring at Fu Qian.
The latter actually stood up with an unfazed expression and even took a couple of steps.
How is that possible! I clearly had him trapped!
Deng Feizhou stared at Fu Qian in disbelief.
The next moment, a brilliant torch appeared in his field of vision.
The golden, resplendent light enveloped Fu Qian’s body, making him look like a deity for a moment, compelling one to almost bow down in worship.
“How… can… this… be…”
Almost instantly, Deng Feizhou felt his thoughts becoming like rusty gears, only able to turn at a snail’s pace, his consciousness filled with that holy, dazzling light.
How can this be?
Dealing with someone like you, how could I not make some extra preparations.
Fu Qian shook his head as he stepped forward, his finger gun erupted, directly piercing through the latter’s waist.
From the moment he entered the door and countered Deng Feizhou’s probe, using the cover of the Biochemical Demon Arm, he had casually activated the Decree Residue.
Under normal circumstances, this skill is undoubtedly a waste.
Not only does it take effect extremely slowly, but the opponent is also a Transcendent, making the effect even weaker.
But the advantage brought by it was that it was not easy to detect.
Fu Qian merely thought there was no harm in trying, so he gave it a try on a whim.
“Actually, I didn’t expect you to cooperate so much, so when I realized you were deliberately dragging out the time, I simply chatted with you a bit longer.”
As it turned out, Deng Feizhou had an extended conversation without any awareness.
So, at such a close distance and over such a period of time, it finally had some effect.
Originally, Fu Qian wasn’t sure how much effect the Decree Residue would have.
It wasn’t until Deng Feizhou had just trapped him with a secretly laid trap, leaving a huge loophole without realization, that Fu Qian confirmed it had taken effect.
Therefore, Fu Qian immediately initiated his Mythical Form after the other party laid out his cards.
Praise the Sun×1!
With the accumulated effects from before, Chen Feizhou’s mental defenses were finally breached.
However, Deng Feizhou was already in a confused state of consciousness and wouldn’t understand even if he could hear; Fu Qian wasn’t going to explain in detail to him anyway.
This was an opportunity fought for with a point of SAN Points; how could he waste it on idle talk.
Looking at Deng Feizhou’s pierced body, Fu Qian didn’t even withdraw his hand, directly executing the Visceral Critical Strike.
Blood splattered!
Deng Feizhou slowly lowered his head, numbly looking at the terrifying wound on his body.
Around the edge of the wound, numerous pink flesh buds wriggled, attempting to heal the severely damaged body.
Only then did he finally feel a hint of pain.
However, before he could say anything, an invisible Air Bullet shattered his head the next moment.
Deng Feizhou’s body fell to the ground.
In the pool of blood on the floor, pieces of flesh quickly gathered, trying to reassemble with unimaginable vitality.
But in a state of dissipating consciousness, the more it attempted, the less human it became, eventually turning into a ball muddled with blood and flesh.
Fu Qian didn’t hesitate to perform another Visceral Critical Strike.
After three consecutive strikes, the writhing flesh finally lost its vitality.
This Native Council heavyweight finally melted into a puddle of colorless liquid, seeping into the floor.
“Done!”
Fu Qian took a glance at the wall clock and nodded in satisfaction.
Only two and a half minutes had passed.
He perfectly fulfilled his earlier promise.
Speaking of which, this guy was also quite cunning.
He spoke well, praising himself as a rare genius not seen in thousands of years.
Behind the scenes, he was just trying to buy time, waiting to kill himself after Chen Xing arrived.
In his eyes, I was nothing more than a prime specimen for experimentation.
However, to draw my attention, he still revealed quite a bit of valuable information; there was indeed some gain.
There was one minute left until eight o’clock.
Soon, the newly anointed Demigod, Chen Xing, would arrive here.
Fu Qian thought about it and chose not to escape; instead, he walked forward to right the tables and chairs that had fallen over.
Are you kidding me?
How could I possibly walk away when the target was delivering himself to my doorstep?
Although the previous skirmish was perilous, the movements weren’t extensive, and they’d caused almost no damage to the room; after some tidying up, it appeared unchanged.
After doing all this, Fu Qian sat down in Deng Feizhou’s spot.
He didn’t even attempt to disguise himself as Deng Feizhou; Fu Qian leaned against the chair back, watching the doorway lazily, just waiting for Chen Xing’s arrival.
At exactly eight o’clock, the doorbell rang punctually.
Fu Qian didn’t stand up to open the door; instead, he extended a finger.
The tip of his finger swiftly expanded into a tentacle-like extension, deftly opening the door.
The newly anointed Demigod, Chen Xing, stood outside, looking serious as he gazed inside.
“Please, come in.”
Fu Qian deliberately didn’t retract the tentacle immediately, allowing it to slowly curl back.
Chen Xing’s gaze stayed almost entirely fixed on it until Fu Qian’s finger returned to normal, then he stepped inside the house.
Hooked!
Fu Qian was expressionless, but inwardly he was nodding in satisfaction.
The reason he didn’t try to disguise himself as Deng Feizhou was because the man before him was a Demigod.
He didn’t believe for a moment that a mere wall could block out the other’s senses, nor did he believe his disguise Skill, despite the interference provided by the mask, could fool him.
If he had done that, Chen Xing’s immediate assumption upon detection would have been that Deng Feizhou had been killed.
Then, the most likely outcome would have been that Chen Xing turned tail and fled, leaving Fu Qian with little chance of stopping him.
Once Chen Xing increased his vigilance back home, finding an opportunity to strike at him would become geometrically more difficult.
Therefore, Fu Qian chose to sit there as himself, purposely showcasing the tentacle.
It was highly likely that Deng Feizhou had shown Chen Xing the trick of his detachable finger before.
So, having witnessed this, Chen Xing’s first reaction would surely be that I had some connection with Deng Feizhou.
Seeing no signs of a struggle in the room, and to understand what had happened, he was very likely to come in to verify the situation.
Then, I could pose as another member of the Native Council.
“Sit.”
Fu Qian exhaled and gestured for the other to sit down in front of him.
After staring at Fu Qian for a long while, Chen Xing finally sat down.
“Where’s Deng Feizhou?”
“The Night Watchman has been a bit too active lately; to avoid any mishaps, he needed to leave first,” Fu Qian said, keeping his face emotionless.
“Why didn’t he tell me ahead of time?”
Old Master Chen was clearly on high alert, immediately questioning back.
“It was an emergency situation; we needed to minimize suspicious contact.”
“You’re with the Native Council?”
“Is that so surprising? If it weren’t for me stepping in just now, do you think you could have allayed Yuan Shan’s suspicions?”
Fu Qian snorted, implying that his earlier action of hitting Chen Mingda had been by Deng Feizhou’s instigation.
“Or are you planning on seeking revenge for me killing your son?”
Ha!
Upon mentioning Chen Mingda, a flicker of pain crossed Chen Xing’s eyes, followed by a long, resigned sigh.
“Rest assured, I still have clarity. For the family, some necessary sacrifices are worth it.”
“The Chen Family has been without a Demigod for too long, so long that even our own people have started to doubt our bloodline and heritage… Mingda will understand.”