A white blade stabbed straight into Lu Sheng's brow.
But where it pierced seemed like nothing more than a phantom.
The blade had clearly sunk into the center of Lu Sheng's head, yet a faint translucence and blur made him flicker continuously, like an insubstantial shadow.
No blood flowed, nor was there any wound. It was simply like placing the blade inside, putting it into that spot.
Jerica's heart pounded wildly as she hurriedly retreated.
But it was already too late.
Lu Sheng reached forward, and his right hand seized her by the hair.
His knee drove upward.
Pfft! Jerica's tall nose instantly collapsed in the middle of her face.
Her mouth full of blood, she tried to retreat, but Lu Sheng had her hair in his grip. She could not move at all.
"Did you see that? This is power!"
Lu Sheng drove his knee into her again, tremendous force and his body weight crashing into Jerica's chin together.
With a crack, a large patch of skin on her chin was scraped away, exposing the translucent metallic implant material beneath.
Bang! A high-powered bullet suddenly spun through the air and shot viciously at Lu Sheng's temple.
Lu Sheng stepped back to evade the bullet, then charged forward.
Bang!!
Like a broken doll, Jerica flew far away and crashed onto the ground, lying motionless.
"Her whole head's turned to mush. If she can still live, I'll take your surname." Lu Sheng could not be bothered with her. After checking the others on the ground, he found nothing on the corpses.
Other than a small scripture booklet carried close to the body, there was nothing of value.
He could not even find any trace of dried rations.
Then he went over to check the woman. She was even cleaner—she did not