Clash

As the Elements spun rapidly, Feng Xue immediately realized what was happening. Without hesitation, he pulled up his hood, used the movement technique learned from the Assassin Tag, and kicked off towards the door.

At the same time, he hadn't forgotten to turn his Golden Finger panel towards the remaining corpses. As the Smelt button was pressed repeatedly, the corpses nearby, which Feng Xue hadn't had time to poison, instantly turned into piles of ash.

[Smelt successful. Acquired Element [Death] and [Knowledge] 25 Tower.]

[Smelt successful. This...]

The rare consecutive successes didn't catch Feng Xue's attention. He took a strong stride, and with a few flashes, he had already rushed out of the dilapidated house.

The impression the Stitched Monster left on him was too overwhelming, making him unable to muster the will to fight.

But while he wanted to run, the monster behind him might not be willing to let him go. With a roar filled with intense malice, Feng Xue felt a chill down his spine!

"Danger!" The strong sense of crisis made Feng Xue's scalp tingle. He twisted his body with all his might, but still felt a sharp pain graze his left ribs. If it weren't for the Assassin training he had undergone recently according to the Tag's instructions, and if he hadn't just unlocked the transport Element, this strike would have definitely pierced his back.

Suppressing the pain, he rolled on the spot. Feng Xue got up and continued to run. There were no wounds on his clothes, but the pain in his ribs and the slippery, wet sensation proved he was bleeding.

Placing his hand near the wound on his left rib, Feng Xue tried to stop the bleeding by applying pressure while running with all his might. Unfortunately, after being attacked, the speed bonus from the Silence Boots was halved. Otherwise, he felt he could have been faster.

However, this thought didn't last long before he suddenly slammed on the brakes, stopping in his tracks because a figure stood in his way.

It was a woman with a beautiful face. Except for her lack of color, she looked no different from an ordinary person. She was draped in a tattered piece of cloth that couldn't even be called clothing. In her right hand, she held a pale short sword, and her entire being exuded intense malice.

Although outwardly, this woman seemed more like a pitiable female who had just suffered violence than an Omen, Feng Xue had no intention of communicating with her. This was because in his vision, above the woman's head, a sphere filled with a large amount of mosaic and chaotic data was spinning wildly. Among them, four Elements could barely be distinguished--

[Death], [Female], [Bone], [Resentment].

"I can understand the others, but where did this Bone Tag come from? Is it because of my dissection of the cadaver?" This was the first time Feng Xue felt he might be facing retribution. He inwardly promised to always follow the proper etiquette when dealing with "body donors" in the future, and to restore the corpses as much as possible before re-casting after learning. However, the Omen opposite him clearly had no intention of giving him a chance to repent. With what seemed like a mere flash, the bloodless figure reappeared before Feng Xue. In the blink of an eye, the bone-white short blade would pierce his chest.

No, it wasn't like bone; the short blade was actually a bone!

The days of Assassin training finally paid off at this moment. Feng Xue raised his right hand almost at the last second. As his middle finger bent, a short blade sprang from under his wrist. Sparks flew as the bone knife clashed with the short blade, but Feng Xue, who had successfully blocked, still felt blood flowing from his sleeve.

"Ignoring block? Or energy attack?" Feng Xue gritted his teeth against the pain and swung his arm, pushing the female-shaped Omen back. Although her speed was very fast, her body was alarmingly light, so Feng Xue didn't exert much effort to force her back.

However, attacks that couldn't be blocked were too tricky, and Feng Xue didn't dare to engage in a head-on fight. But based on his previous escape experience, his speed was far inferior to hers.

"Hoo... Night, female... Fortunately, there's no mist today." Feng Xue took a few shallow breaths, feeling the pain in his ribs and forearm, his eyes sharpening. He no longer harbored any thoughts of escape. With a twist of his wrist, the Blade of Suffocation was immediately launched towards the Omen before him.

This Omen's intelligence was clearly a bit higher than the previous Stitched Monster. Seeing the short blade fly towards it, it immediately swung its bone knife to knock it away. However, Feng Xue didn't care at all that his weapon hadn't succeeded, because in that brief moment, his right hand had already drawn the weapon hidden in his left arm's sleeve.

It was a large black dagger, about 20 centimeters long, with a ferocious curve and serrations. The cold blade was coated with specks of cold light.

That wasn't just a description; in reality, the knife was truly gleaming at this moment!

It wasn't a white light, nor a faint glow, but a cold aura, as if entwined with endless resentment, full of deterrence.

The moment this short knife was drawn, the Omen before him stiffened for a moment. It was precisely in this opening that Feng Xue, having adjusted his posture, erupted!

A chilling trajectory was drawn by the grim blade light under the night sky. But he couldn't outspeed the Omen. When Feng Xue was still half a meter away from the Omen, the sharp bone short sword had already reached him, and the short knife in Feng Xue's hand also swung out at the same time!

"Clang!"

After a crisp sound like metal striking metal, the bone short sword in the Omen's hand snapped, the cut as smooth as a mirror, as if it were slicing through jelly with a freshly sharpened kitchen knife.

But the Omen didn't have time to be surprised by this, because as the short sword broke, the sharp blade in Feng Xue's hand had already slashed in from her right shoulder, slicing her entire body diagonally into two pieces as if cutting through hot butter.

However, Feng Xue's attack didn't stop there. Unsure if this Omen had a resurrection mechanism, he continuously swung the short knife until the mosaic-filled sphere in his vision began to dissipate. Only then did he finally stop his actions. But to be safe, he still activated the Smelt function and aimed it at the pile of scattered corpses.

[Smelt successful. Acquired [Knowledge] 5047 Tower.]

"No Tags or Elements? And here I thought a corpse that could only yield a maximum of 40 Tower would give so much [Knowledge] after becoming an Omen?"

Feng Xue looked at the prompt from the Golden Finger, somewhat confused about the principle behind it. But at least this proved that the Omen would no longer revive.

As his spirit relaxed, the pain in his body surged back. However, he was no longer in combat, and the healing effect of the Silence Boots began to slowly take effect.

Feeling the slight itchiness from the wound, Feng Xue glanced back at the short knife in his hand with lingering fear. It was his main combat weapon, accidentally created when he was using it to block earlier--

Name: Phantom Object · Dissection Madonna

Elements: [Weapon], [Female], [Night], [Mist], [Cutting], [Dissection]

Description: A weapon imbued with the resentment of countless fetuses that were unable to be born due to abortion. When the conditions of "time is night," "the target is female (or female animal)," and "there is mist" are met, it can ignore all conditions and pull out the target's internal organs, turning them into a dissected corpse. When the conditions are not met, it is merely a relatively sharp weapon, but its power increases as the conditions are met.

Remarks: Mom