Becoming a Bounty Hunter, A Battle with the Destiny Protagonist

"System!"

"Ding, I'm here!"

"Set a mission, I want to take Lin Fan's ears!" Shen Wuxiao said with a sinister grin!

"Ding, formulating..."

"Mission issued: Take one of Lin Fan's ears. Due to dual physical and mental damage, upon completion, you will receive +100,000 points."

"Mission failure results in no penalty. The mission can be carried over to the next attempt, with the reward remaining the same."

"During the mission period, bonus rewards will be triggered randomly. The quality of the reward will be determined by the perfection of the final outcome."

"You really know how to handle things!" Shen Wuxiao couldn't help but laugh out loud.

It would start tonight.

Time flew by quickly.

Shen Wuxiao spent this day in another villa.

Jiang Huaiyue was alone in the Bay Villa.

Without Shen Wuxiao by her side, she seemed listless all day, lost in thought.

Lunch and dinner were prepared, but she didn't eat either!

When she tried to call Shen Wuxiao, his phone was turned off.

This made Jiang Huaiyue start to overthink things.

Shen Wuxiao had indeed turned off his phone.

Otherwise, if his phone rang during his confrontation with Lin Fan, it wouldn't be as fun.

So, turning it off was the most sensible thing to do!

It was now nine o'clock in the evening, and Shen Wuxiao had arrived near the demolition building.

At this moment, he was wearing a tactical outfit.

A windbreaker, tactical pants, and a pair of boots!

The hood of his windbreaker was up, and he wore a terrifying mask of a fierce ghost with bared fangs, making him look particularly eerie!

He got out of the car, twisted his neck, and walked directly into the demolition building.

A weapon resembling a brush was spinning at his fingertips.

Since he was disguised as a bounty hunter, he definitely needed a codename.

After all, bounty hunters would announce their names when they took action.

Shen Wuxiao thought for a moment, looked at the Life-Snatching Judge's Brush in his hand, and gave himself a resounding codename.

Hell Judge. It sounded pretty badass.

He strode directly towards Lin Fan's location.

Meanwhile, Lin Fan was still playing dead.

It was truly difficult to endure here.

His mouth felt completely numb.

If he hadn't wanted to avoid causing more trouble, he would never have put himself through such humiliation.

As usual, Lin Fan took out his phone, wanting to call his "brother Sikong" to ask about the situation.

But this time, when he dialed, it prompted that the other party's phone was turned off.

Lin Fan helplessly put away his phone and continued to play dead!

Whenever he was lying low like this, Jiang Huaiyue's beautiful and charming face would appear in his mind.

He really missed her!

He just hoped things would end quickly so he could go see Jiang Huaiyue and express his feelings to her in person.

While fantasizing about his future with Jiang Huaiyue, Lin Fan's gaze suddenly sharpened.

His brows furrowed, and he sat up completely.

An expert was approaching!

Lin Fan's senses were quite sharp.

Mainly because the person approaching hadn't concealed their aura at all, making it obvious they were heading here.

Lin Fan picked up his weapon, the Crescent Moon Saber, and stood straight in the living room!

The faint light reflecting from a distance, along with the moonlight, was enough to clearly illuminate the entire living room.

Lin Fan stood there quietly, waiting for the other party's arrival!

As expected, in the next second, the door was blasted open with a single punch!

"Buzzz... Bang..."

The entire door was blown away, flipping inward and smashing heavily onto the ground.

Lin Fan's brow furrowed. An expert, with True Force as potent as his own.

Footsteps sounded, steady and powerful.

A dark figure emerged. As the figure approached, Lin Fan clearly saw the mask, resembling a ferocious ghost.

In the already dim light, it was truly chilling!

Shen Wuxiao naturally saw Lin Fan as well.

Looking at the mess around them, and Lin Fan's disheveled beard, he could tell how disheveled Lin Fan was!

Shen Wuxiao took out a notice and threw it directly at Lin Fan: "Lin Fan, I've caught you!"

Lin Fan caught the notice and looked closely. It was a wanted poster distributed by the Sea Brake Society.

He crumpled it into a ball and tossed it aside.

Then, he sized up the person standing before him.

First, he looked at the mask, then at the weapon spinning between the person's fingers.

He let out a cold snort: "Green-faced, fanged ghost, Life-Snatching Judge's Brush. You're the seventh on the assassin's list, the Hell Judge!"

"The Sea Brake Society really pulled out all the stops, bringing you here!"

"???"

Shen Wuxiao was dumbfounded.

Damn it, he'd just grabbed a random mask and come up with that alias just now!

This user ID has already been registered?

Is it this competitive even to pick an alias? He thought he was unique.

He didn't expect such a person to actually exist overseas!

If he'd known, he would have used the Fire Cloud Heretic God alias.

However, since the other party already identified him as the Hell Judge, he'd just go with it!

"You're good at hiding, but today, you can't escape!" Shen Wuxiao changed his voice, making it sharp and cold.

His words were filled with disdainful contempt.

Lin Fan remained calm in the face of danger: "Oh? We don't know who will win yet. Speaking too soon often leads to slapping yourself in the face!"

"I'll say the same to you!" Shen Wuxiao abruptly stopped spinning his weapon and slammed it heavily into the wall!

A cold glint was evident!

Seeing this, Lin Fan also thrust the Crescent Moon Saber into the wall.

A tacit understanding between Martial Artists meant they would exchange blows first!

The two exchanged no further words, simply staring at each other!

Their gazes met, instantly erupting with powerful fighting intent.

One second, two seconds, three seconds!

"Swish!"

Lin Fan struck first. He stomped heavily on the ground, releasing his True Force, stirring up dust and discarded paper!

His body shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, rushing towards Shen Wuxiao.

His iron fist struck out like a cannonball, generating a powerful gust of wind!

Shen Wuxiao naturally wouldn't fall behind.

He used the wall for leverage, lifting his leg and pushing off, his body leaping into the air with bent knees.

A vicious flying knee was aimed directly at Lin Fan's face.

Even with Lin Fan's iron fist's ferocity, he couldn't possibly clash head-on with a knee!

He retracted his fist to block the first move and retreated three steps.

"Not bad!" Lin Fan snorted in praise, his gaze sharp as a knife, as he moved to engage again.

"Whoosh..."

A sound of air breaking followed as Lin Fan swung his right hand.

His thumb and index finger bent slightly, forming a pincer, and he quickly locked onto Shen Wuxiao's throat.

A grappling, throat-locking move!

With this strike, Lin Fan used an attack similar to the Eagle Form in Xing Yi Quan.

But in reality, it had already surpassed the scope of Xing Yi Quan, with faster execution and a more imposing momentum.

Swish, swish, swish!

Facing Lin Fan's sharp grab, Shen Wuxiao neither dodged nor ducked.

He quickly moved, precisely grabbing the opponent's thumb and bending it!

Lin Fan was shocked and quickly followed the direction of the finger bend as he flipped over.

He decisively spun in mid-air.

However, Shen Wuxiao's attack was ruthless.

While Lin Fan was flipping, a vicious knee strike was aimed at his face.

Lin Fan naturally wouldn't be hit so easily. He pressed down with his left hand, pushing the opponent's knee downwards.

Using the force, he quickly broke free.

Lin Fan shook his hand and still chose to grapple!

This time, Shen Wuxiao raised his right hand with the momentum, striking towards Lin Fan with his palm, intending to shatter Lin Fan's right hand with one blow.

Lin Fan's expression remained unchanged. He instantly shifted his technique, clenching his five fingers together, resembling an eagle's beak, or a cone.

He suddenly jabbed towards Shen Wuxiao's incoming palm.

"Bang!"

A dull thud echoed.

Lin Fan's five fingers were clenched together, and it seemed he had struck.

But he hadn't!

Shen Wuxiao had already anticipated his move, so he decisively changed his palm into a fist.

He directly met the attack with his fist!

Lin Fan frowned.

He had initially believed his combat experience and instincts gave him an advantage, allowing him to suppress the opponent.

He hadn't expected the opponent's adaptability to be just as strong.

Moreover, he could vaguely sense that the opponent's True Force was even more potent!

Shen Wuxiao wouldn't hold back against Lin Fan.

His attacks were all extremely vicious.

After the punch, he followed up with a push and a spinning back kick that heavily landed on Lin Fan's chest.

Lin Fan retreated three steps, exerting force with his feet, and prepared to advance again.