Light Orb, Pattern

Tap, tap!

Footsteps echoed along the street as Chen Feng arrived at the base of the Extreme Martial Arts Gym.

Looking along the flow, he saw a massive brown wooden door on the first floor, a full three meters tall and over four meters wide.

The surrounding mist had long since dissipated. Chen Feng walked up to the door, intending to enter.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks and looked left and right.

He saw no lock. The door before him seemed to be two enormous wooden planks joined together, seamless and without a crack.

"Push it open?"

The thought flashed through his mind as Chen Feng raised both palms, pressed them against the door, and made an attempt.

Hmm!

His shoulders and elbows exerted force in unison, the veins on his muscles faintly visible.

But yet, the wooden door before him remained utterly still.

Raising an eyebrow, Chen Feng prepared to use all his strength.

Then, the next second.

Tap, tap!

Footsteps rang out abruptly. Five meters away, the mist stirred again, forming a vortex.

Three figures emerged from left and right, tall and short, fat and thin, each with a different build.

Some wore jackets, others short sleeves. Their only common trait was their pale faces, all devoid of features.

"Here they come again!"

His face darkened. A pattern seemed to form in Chen Feng's mind.

Before he could think it through, the three Faceless Ones rushed out, charging at him to kill.

Whoosh!

A foul wind swept toward his face. The jacket-wearing Faceless One was thin and tall, his pale palms reaching out like an eagle's talons.

The instinct of his proficient Sanshou reappeared. Chen Feng twisted and dodged, evading this strike.

Hmm!

The next second.

The air vibrated.

The short-sleeved Faceless One was somewhat fat. The entire person launched off the ground like a cannonball, hurtling straight at him.

His eyes flickered. Chen Feng stepped back again to evade.

Suddenly, a trace of chill rose in his heart. He twisted his body on instinct, his right arm muscles bulging, his shoulder shifting as he threw a Whip Fist.

Bang!!

The third Faceless One's sneak attack was blocked—a fist aimed straight at his temple.

In an instant, their forces clashed. Chen Feng's right arm shook, his body swaying slightly.

He wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but he felt that this Faceless One's strength and speed were both a bit greater than the first one that had appeared.

Whoosh!

Then, without giving him a chance to catch his breath.

The first tall, thin Faceless One reached out with its claw print again.

At the same time, the fat Faceless One who had missed its charge pressed forward, its head like a battering ram, aiming straight for his abdomen.

The danger was extreme. His hairs stood on end.

But yet, Chen Feng felt not even a trace of fear. Instead, his eyes blazed with light, and a thrill of excitement surged through him!

Kill!

That single thought appeared. His Perception Talent still needed to grow!

Then, he stepped back with his left foot. Borrowing the momentum from the third Faceless One's fist strike, he retreated, executing the back-step footwork of Sanshou.

Shadows interwove. The claw print and the charge both brushed past him again.

Seeing the third Faceless One step forward once more, throwing a hook punch.

Chen Feng's gaze turned cold. He planted his legs firmly.

Dong!!

Fist against fist, without even a hint of fear.

His 9.2 Strength stat erupted fully. A full 100 kilograms of punching power was unstoppable.

The fist wind exploded. A wave of air surged.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap!

The third Faceless One's arm trembled, its body rapidly retreating.

Taking This Opportunity, the tall, gaunt Faceless One and the obese one attempted another pincer attack.

Chen Feng stepped in and unleashed a Straight Punch.

Hum!!

The Fist Wind howled past, the night air seeming to tear open a wave of force.

Precise to the point, swift beyond compare.

It smashed directly into the tall, gaunt Faceless One's temple, knocking it back several steps in one blow.

Whoosh!

Then, pivoting on his left sole, Chen Feng twisted his waist, his Right Leg straight as a rod, sweeping out like a whirlwind!

Smack!

The whip kick broke through the air, slamming into the neck of the obese Faceless One lunging mid-charge.

A faint crackling sound rang out; its body tilted and swayed before crashing to the ground.

A dull thud echoed, but Chen Feng showed no sign of relaxation or slackening.

Hum!

Malice came again. The third Faceless One was clearly a cut stronger, having already stabilized its disadvantage and darted forward to strike.

His gaze turned cold. Chen Feng could tell the opponent's movements carried some shadow of boxing.

Neither Dodging nor Evading, he was confident he was superior!

Instantly, he lowered his center of gravity, the muscles of his back stacking into ridges.

The veins on his right arm faintly bulged as the fist resting at his waist blasted outward!

Bang!!

Striking after the opponent's move but landing first, the fist met its face.

The third Faceless One flew backward abruptly, its back and head hitting the ground simultaneously, producing a crisp, dull sound.

Seeing this scene, watching the three Faceless Ones fall one after another and lie motionless, Chen Feng's alertness peaked. Without Hesitation, he dodged backward.

Swish, swish, swish!

Instantly, three black threads could be seen flying from the faces, necks, and ears of the three Faceless Ones, shooting straight toward him.

Within the visible black threads were dense swarms of Insect Ants.

A strange, chilling sensation washed over him. Chen Feng's expression turned grave as he continuously sidestepped and retreated.

Smack!

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!

The three black threads grazed past him, striking several empty spots outside the Martial Arts Hall.

The floor tiles corroded, revealing pits. A withered tree nearby had its branches rotted away, exposing a fist-sized gap.

Through his Perception, Chen Feng could clearly detect that within the rotted areas, Insect Ants seemed to be screeching and struggling, dying rapidly.

The so-called Black Water was actually the liquid left behind after they died.

"Too sinister."

Chen Feng shook his head, on guard left and right, watching warily.

The Faceless Ones could at least be seen, and one could roughly guess they were related to humans.

But these Black Bugs were far too absurd; their origin was completely unknown.

If Not For his prior experience and timely dodge, he might really have been corroded by the Black Bugs.

"Perhaps the Faceless Ones are formed by being controlled by these Black Bugs."

The thought flashed through his mind, and Chen Feng formed some guesses.

Then, confirming the Black Water had completely dried up, turning into black traces, He finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the scene of the earlier fight.

The three Faceless Ones had vanished, replaced by three pale gray light orbs.

As he approached, the light orbs flew toward him on their own.

One after another, they Flowed into his body.

[You have obtained three Talent Light Orbs: Perception!]

[Perception +3!]

[Talent: Perception lv1 (26/100)]

The panel's information on talents changed. Chen Feng felt a certain heat flow surge into his mind, bringing a wave of cool clarity.

Although the world before him was still a dream, he could faintly sense that everything in his sight had become clearer.

Just like using a magnifying glass, as long as an object was within range, he could clearly see every minute difference in it.

Beyond that, there was the capture of spiritual and psychic remnants—the positions of the so-called light orbs.

His gaze fell on the Martial Arts Hall, which had two floors.

Chen Feng's heart trembled, and he felt that the Limit Breaking Light Orbs inside were probably more numerous than he had anticipated.

With this thought, he quickly walked to the front door of the first floor.

Pressing both palms flat against it, he suddenly pushed.

Creak!

The massive wooden door moved slowly, soon sliding open to both sides, revealing an entrance several meters wide.

"As I thought."

His eyes flickered, and the suspicion in Chen Feng's heart grew stronger.

He suspected that this Dream World of his had Some Kind of Rule.

Or, to be more precise, the timing of the Faceless One's appearance should follow a certain logic, closely tied to his exploration of this place.

Immediately after, before he could continue thinking or delving deeper, He saw four light orbs on the Practice Field of the Martial Arts Hall's first floor—three red and one blue.