Terrifying Psychic Master! Killing Without a Trace!

"Who's there?"

A low, stern shout echoed through the ruins of this steel jungle. The speaker was none other than the black-haired youth who had made Dai Mubai's skin crawl.

Dai Mubai's heart gave a violent jolt.

He had been discovered!

He didn't harbor a shred of wishful thinking; the black-haired youth had looked in his direction before asking, meaning he had already confirmed that Dai Mubai was hiding there.

Should he come out?

Or should he keep hiding?

The two thoughts collided for an instant, and Dai Mubai reacted quickly.

He took a deep breath and slowly stepped out from behind the load-bearing wall, raising his hands high to signal that he had no hostile intent.

In this completely unfamiliar world, the consequences of provoking a powerhouse were unimaginable. Dai Mubai never forgot his ultimate goal: to survive for a full year.

Any option that did not favor survival was not worth choosing.

"I'm a refugee!"

Dai Mubai shouted.

However, no sooner had his voice fallen than—

Whoosh—

A faint yet sharp whistling sound cut through the air, flying right past the back of his ear!

Every hair on Dai Mubai's body stood on end.

The corner of his eye caught only a flash of silver light flying out from a hidden corner behind him. It traced a strange arc through the air and landed steadily in the black-haired youth's hand.

Only then did Dai Mubai finally see clearly that it was a metal throwing knife.

The black-haired youth put the knife away and lowered his voice to his teammates: "My mental detection confirmed it; he's alone."

Dai Mubai was a full hundred meters away from the hunting squad. Under normal circumstances, he shouldn't have been able to hear such a faint voice.

However, he was currently in his White Tiger possession state.

The White Tiger Martial Soul not only enhanced his strength and defense but also significantly sharpened his hearing, allowing him to hear Luo Feng's conversation clearly.

Cold sweat instantly soaked Dai Mubai's back.

He realized it in a flash.

That throwing knife had been hovering silently behind his head just a moment ago!

If he had made even one unnecessary movement or failed to identify himself in time, that knife would have pierced his skull without mercy.

At this moment, the teammates who heard Luo Feng's report relaxed their tense bodies. One even chuckled, joking, "It's really great having a Spirit Reader like you in the squad. It's a pity I don't have that talent; otherwise, I'd want to cultivate mental power too."

The black-haired youth gave a sheepish smile and said nothing more.

Spirit Reader...

A brand-new term appeared in Dai Mubai's mind, deeply imprinted there.

Detecting the environment, controlling objects from a distance—this was likely the ability of a Spirit Reader.

At the same time, he made up his mind: if possible, he had to get his hands on a cultivation method for Spirit Readers. Such powerful battlefield control and the ability to kill unexpectedly were truly terrifying!

While he was caught in an internal struggle, he saw someone in the five-man squad who appeared to be the leader step forward. The man eyed Dai Mubai with an unfriendly gaze and barked at him in a very blunt tone.

"Hey stranger, get lost!"

"Our squad is already full; we don't need new members. This batch of loot wasn't hunted together, so there's nothing for you. Stay away from us!"

Within the urban areas of the Base City, laws prohibited martial artists from fighting privately.

But this was the Wilderness Zone, a lawless land where murder and robbery were common occurrences.

Any martial artist squad would maintain high vigilance when encountering a stranger in the wild. Even familiar squads kept their guard up, let alone a complete stranger.

Dai Mubai slowly lowered his hands, his expression tinged with helplessness.

"I'm not here to steal your loot."

He tried to keep his tone as calm as possible. "I just want to ask for directions. In which direction is the nearest city?"

The leader looked Dai Mubai up and down suspiciously, clearly still on guard. "A refugee? Which Base City did you escape from?"

"I haven't heard of any Base City being breached by monsters recently."

Dai Mubai was stumped for a moment. While he was nervously thinking of a response, the leader waved his hand impatiently and pointed in a direction.

"I don't care where you came from."

"Follow that abandoned highway south. The closest place is the Sixth Satellite City. Go there and register. Stop wandering around in the wild."

"If you run into another hunting squad, you might not be so lucky."

They were relatively peaceful and generally didn't engage in murder and robbery, but other hunting squads might not be the same.

In fact, many squads didn't even hunt monsters; instead, they sought out squads that had already finished their hunts to rob them professionally.

"Many thanks."

Dai Mubai cupped his hands in a salute. Without wasting a single word, he maintained a vigilant posture and retreated a few steps before turning to stride quickly in the direction the captain had indicated.

Douluo Continent.

The Sky Screen clearly broadcasted the entire encounter between Dai Mubai and the martial artist squad.

Heaven Dou Empire, Shrek Academy.

Flender stood on the training grounds, letting out a long sigh of relief as he reached up to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

"It seems that the wilderness of that other world is far from peaceful. Beyond the monsters, even the people out there are a source of danger."

"Look at the way those people were eyeing him; they were ready to strike at any moment. They seem terrified of others killing them for their treasures."

Zhao Wuji slapped his thigh, his tone filled with gratification.

"Mubai is truly Mubai—courageous and resourceful. If it had been someone with a shorter temper, they might have ended up in a fight right then and there. With just those few simple words, he managed to ask for the location of the base without stirring up any trouble."

Flender nodded in deep agreement.

Before Dai Mubai had set off, his heart had been hanging by a thread.

Although Dai Mubai was usually composed, he carried the inherent arrogance and pride of the Star Luo Empire's royal family in his bones. Flender had been genuinely worried that once he arrived in the other world, he would put on the airs of a prince and invite disaster.

Now, it appeared that Dai Mubai was well aware of his situation and had not let his pride cloud his judgment.

As long as he could successfully enter the Base City, surviving there for a year seemed quite promising.

Within the crowd, Tang San stood silently in place.

His eyes flickered with a faint purple light. He had activated his Purple Demon Eye, focusing intently on the Sky Screen and refusing to miss even the smallest detail.

The image of that black-haired youth summoning the flying knives replayed over and over in Tang San's mind.

He didn't even touch them, yet the metal knives flew back into his hand on their own? Is that a technique for hidden weapons, or some strange power to control objects from a distance?

Tang San calculated silently in his heart.

The danger level of this other world far exceeded his imagination; he had to plan ahead.

The selection by the Sky Screen was random. With hundreds of millions of people on the Douluo Continent, the probability of being chosen was, logically speaking, very low.

But it was absolutely not zero!

After all, with every selection, someone was bound to be chosen!

As long as the probability was not zero, it could fall upon him at any moment.

If he were ever chosen, he would need to have a complete survival strategy in place.

Tang San had a very clear understanding of this.

After all, the soul living within his current body—a child of only a few years—was not merely that of a young boy, but one forged from two lifetimes, spanning decades of experience!

He would never leave his fate to be decided by luck.