"System!"
"Ding, I'm here!"
"Draft a mission. I want to take Lin Fan's ear!" Shen Wuxiao said with a sinister smile.
"Ding, drafting..."
"Mission issued: Take one of Lin Fan's ears. As this inflicts dual physical and mental damage, upon completion, points +100000."
"Mission failure carries no penalty. It may be continued and completed next time, with the reward unchanged."
"During the mission, additional rewards may be triggered at random. The quality of the reward will be determined by how perfectly the final result is achieved."
"Now that's what I'm talking about!" Shen Wuxiao could not help laughing aloud.
Tonight, it would begin.
Time flew by in a rush.
On this day, Shen Wuxiao stayed in another villa.
Jiang Huaiyue was alone at Bay Villa.
With Shen Wuxiao not by her side, she had been listless from morning to night, and no one knew what she was thinking about.
Lunch and dinner had been prepared, yet she had not touched either!
Especially when she called Shen Wuxiao, his phone was always switched off.
That left Jiang Huaiyue unable to stop her thoughts from running wild.
Shen Wuxiao really had switched off his phone.
Otherwise, if it rang while he was fighting Lin Fan, it would spoil the fun.
So switching it off was the safest choice!
It was now nine at night, and Shen Wuxiao had arrived near the demolition building.
At the moment, he wore a full tactical outfit.
A tactical jacket, tactical pants, and a pair of boots!
The hood of his jacket was up, and with the ferocious green-faced, fang-toothed ghost mask on his face, he looked exceptionally eerie!
He got out of the car, rolled his neck, and headed straight into the demolition building.
A weapon resembling a writing brush spun at his fingertips.
Since he was disguising himself as a Bounty Hunter, he naturally needed a codename.
After all, Bounty Hunters always announced their names when they made a move.
Shen Wuxiao thought for a moment, then looked at the Life-Snatching Judge's Brush in his hand and gave himself a resounding codename.
Hell Judge. It sounded damn pretentious.
He headed straight for where Lin Fan was.
At this moment, Lin Fan was still playing dead.
Life here was truly hard to endure.
His mouth had gotten so bland he could taste birds.
If he had not wanted to stir up more trouble, he would never have wronged himself like this.
As in former days, Lin Fan took out his phone, wanting to call Brother Sikong and ask about the situation.
Yet this time, the call actually told him the other party's phone was switched off.
Lin Fan helplessly put his phone away and continued playing dead!
Whenever he played dead, Jiang Huaiyue's pretty, captivating face would surface in his mind.
He truly missed her!
He only hoped this would end soon. He still had to see Jiang Huaiyue and personally express his feelings to her.
Still fantasizing about his future with Jiang Huaiyue, Lin Fan's gaze suddenly sharpened.
He frowned and sat up at once.
An expert was approaching!
Lin Fan's senses were quite formidable.
Mainly because the visitor had not concealed his aura at all. He was clearly coming for this place.
Lin Fan picked up his weapon, the Crescent Moon Saber, and stood ramrod straight in the living room!
The faint light filtering in from afar, along with the moonlight, was enough to make the entire living room visible.
Lin Fan simply stood there quietly, waiting for the other party to arrive!
Sure enough, the next second, the door was blasted open by a punch!
"Buzzz... Bang..."
The entire door was sent flying, flipping inward before crashing heavily onto the floor.
Lin Fan's brows were tightly furrowed. The visitor was an expert, with true force extremely profound—about equal to his own.
Footsteps sounded, steady and powerful.
It was a shadow. As it drew closer, Lin Fan clearly saw the mask on its face, one that looked like a vicious ghost.
In the already dim lighting, it was indeed chilling!
Shen Wuxiao naturally saw Lin Fan as well.
Looking at the mess around him and Lin Fan's unshaven face, one could tell just how miserable he was!
Shen Wuxiao took out a sheet of paper and flung it at Lin Fan. "Lin Fan, I've caught you!"
Lin Fan caught the paper and focused his eyes on it. It was a wanted notice distributed by the Sea Brake Society.
He crumpled it into a ball and threw it away.
Then he sized up the person standing before him.
He first looked at the mask, then at the weapon spinning at his fingertips.
A series of cold snorts escaped his mouth. "A green-faced, fang-toothed ghost, the Life-Snatching Judge's Brush—you're Hell Judge, seventh on the assassin rankings!"
"The Sea Brake Society has truly made a massive move, even sending you!"
"??"
Shen Wuxiao was dumbfounded.
Fuck, he had grabbed this mask at random, and he had only just come up with that codename!
Has this username already been registered?
Is coming up with a codename this competitive? I thought it would be one of a kind.
Who would have thought there really was someone like that overseas!
Had he known, he would have used Fire Cloud Heretic God as his codename instead.
But since the other party had already decided he was Hell Judge, he might as well go along with the mistake!
"You're good at hiding, but today, you cannot escape!" Shen Wuxiao altered his voice, making it shrill and icy.
His words brimmed with contemptuous disdain.
Lin Fan remained calm in the face of danger. "Is that so? Until the deer is dead, no one knows who holds the knife. You're speaking too soon; the one who gets slapped in the face is often yourself!"
"I'll return those words to you!" Shen Wuxiao abruptly stopped spinning his weapon and drove it heavily into the wall!
Cold glints flashed in full display!
Seeing this, Lin Fan also embedded the Crescent Moon Saber into the wall.
The tacit understanding between martial artists meant they would first exchange moves!
The two did not waste words, merely staring at one another!
The moment their gazes met, fierce battle intent erupted.
One second, two seconds, three seconds!
"Whoosh!"
Lin Fan struck first, stomping heavily. His true force burst outward, sweeping up dust and scraps of paper from the ground!
His body shot toward Shen Wuxiao like an arrow loosed from the bow.
His iron fist was like a cannon hammer, smashing out fiercely with the roar of a tiger and the whistle of the wind!
Naturally, Shen Wuxiao would not let himself fall behind.
He borrowed force from the wall, pushed off with one foot, and leaped into the air, his knee bent.
A vicious flying knee drove toward Lin Fan's face.
No matter how fierce Lin Fan's iron fist was, it simply could not collide with a knee!
On the first exchange, he withdrew his move to block and retreated three steps.
"Not bad!" Lin Fan praised with a cold snort. His eyes were like blades as he charged in again.
"Whoosh..."
The sound of air tearing rang out as Lin Fan followed suit and swung out his right hand.
His thumb and index finger curved slightly into a pincer shape, rapidly locking onto Shen Wuxiao's throat.
Grappling technique, throat lock!
For this strike, Lin Fan used an eagle-form attack similar to Xingyi.
Yet it had in fact already transcended the bounds of Xingyi. His attack was faster, and its momentum more ferocious.
Swish, swish, swish!
Facing Lin Fan's sharp grab, Shen Wuxiao neither dodged nor evaded.
He struck swiftly, precisely seized the direction of Lin Fan's thumb, and twisted it!
Lin Fan was greatly alarmed and hurriedly flipped along with the direction in which his finger was being twisted.
He decisively spun through the air.
But Shen Wuxiao fought dirty.
While Lin Fan was flipping, a vicious knee strike slammed toward his face.
Naturally, Lin Fan would not let himself be hit so easily. He pressed down with his left hand, forcing the other party's knee down.
Using the force, he quickly broke free.
Lin Fan shook his hand and still chose to grapple!
This time, Shen Wuxiao followed suit and raised his right hand, slapping toward Lin Fan, intending to shatter Lin Fan's right hand with one blow.
Lin Fan's expression did not change. He instantly changed moves, clenching his five fingers together like an eagle's beak, yet also like a drill.
He viciously jabbed at Shen Wuxiao's incoming palm.
Bang!
A dull sound rang out.
Lin Fan's five clenched fingers appeared to have landed their jab.
But they had not!
Shen Wuxiao had already anticipated his move, so he decisively changed his palm into a fist.
He met it head-on with his fist!
Lin Fan frowned.
He had thought his combat experience and instincts gave him the advantage, allowing him to suppress the other party.
Who would have expected the other party's adaptability to be no weaker?
And he could vaguely sense that the man's true force was even more powerful!
Shen Wuxiao would not hold back against Lin Fan.
Every move he made was exceptionally vicious.
After the punch, he followed suit with a shove, then spun into a rear roundhouse kick that smashed heavily into Lin Fan's chest.
Lin Fan was forced back three steps. He drove force through his feet and was about to rush forward again.
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