Delicious Noodles

A sharp whistle tore through the air as a flying dagger artifact with tracking capabilities shot straight at Ren Feihong's left eye, only for her to catch it in midair.

The Neural Prosthetic implanted in her body kicked in. Whenever danger descended, everything around her seemed to slow down dramatically, giving her enough time to react—and counterattack.

The one who had ambushed her was hiding in the garbage heap. Countless trash bags provided natural cover, but Ren Feihong still saw them clearly.

She strode forward. Her obvious body language told the other party that they had been exposed, and the assassin lurking in the shadows swiftly leaped from the garbage pile, gripping a dagger in reverse before Ren Feihong.

The dagger struck out like a venomous snake's fangs, its poisoned blade glinting with an eerie green light. Ren Feihong sidestepped it, flicked her fingers, and sent a cicada-wing-thin blade across the other party's throat. Before their disbelieving eyes, it sliced open their windpipe.

A wheezing "heh heh" sounded nearby. The assassin with the severed windpipe trembled like an insect for a while before finally falling still.

She put away the blade, feeling intensely exhilarated.

There were not many complicated combat techniques in the Dreamscape. As long as she caught an opponent's weakness, she could kill them in a single blow.

And her opponents saw her the same way. If she handled things properly, killing enemies three realms above her was no problem.

This method of defeating the strong with weakness, of targeting vulnerabilities, gave her a cold thrill. The tension of not knowing the outcome was simply too exhilarating.

With a satisfied breath, Ren Feihong began looting the corpse.

Every corpse was a treasure. The prosthetics on them could be taken back for a substantial recycling fee.

Unfortunately, these prosthetics