The Hunt Begins!

My Martial Arts Are Not Moral, Main Volume—The Hunt Begins! Drip, drip, drip...

The sound of dripping water echoed through the cramped bathroom. The floorboards of the Bamboo Towers creaked as though someone were walking across them.

The window suddenly flew open, and the curtains billowed up and down in the howling cold wind.

"A little snack has arrived." A thought stirred in Chen Xu's mind as his gaze landed on the humanoid shadow that had appeared by the window at some unknown point.

The shadow lowered its head slightly, and their gazes collided.

"Not only is he not afraid at all, why does the way he look at me feel... wrong?"

Before its thoughts could wander further, a fist gleaming with silver light expanded endlessly in its vision.

Boom!!!

The bamboo window frame exploded, blasting a huge hole through one section of the third floor of the Bamboo Towers. Countless fragments fluttered down.

"It died just like that? How fragile." Chen Xu withdrew his fist and stood still, his cold gaze sweeping over the hole he had blasted open. He reached out and caught a piece of pitch-black matter drifting down from the air, its texture somewhat like torn cloth, then turned and walked out of the room.

The hunt was about to begin.

Creak—creak—

Footsteps on the bamboo floor sounded in Chen Xu's ears. Then, the footsteps grew louder and louder until they neared the corner.

The closer it came, the slower its steps became, as if a cat were toying with a mouse.

The footsteps were neither hurried nor slow, striking the floor in a steady rhythm, as though they were pounding against a heart one beat at a time, drawing ever closer.

Just as they were about to reach the corner, the footsteps outside the Bamboo