Why Are You Wasting Words on Him?

Chen Feng still remembered his first encounter with the Great Yokai. The Great Yokai had warned him never to casually reveal his name in Cihang City. If he ran into someone who could kill using names, he would be in trouble.

Chen Feng had always kept that warning in mind.

So when Old Wolf reported the names of the six top fighters, he immediately noticed that the Magical Girl, the Swordsman, and even Mu Hao were all using aliases as demonic cultivators.

"Something's wrong."

"Besides those six, Cihang City has another hidden expert who kills using names."

To find this hidden expert,

Chen Feng had specifically asked Old Wolf to gather information on powerful people operating under their real names. Wu Changshan's squad was only one of his targets.

"After switching targets a few times, I finally caught you."

Chen Feng watched the brown-haired student, his gaze gradually turning cold.

Before coming here, Chen Feng had prepared two plans.

If this fellow was a good person, he would do what he had done with the Swordsman: offer a small favor, then tell him the Savior Robert Astraea's name.

If he was a beast, as he clearly was now, Chen Feng would kill him and take his treasure—the notebook.

Chen Feng did not act immediately.

Granted, when he swept the brown-haired student with his divine sense, the boy seemed no different from an ordinary person.

Granted, according to the stereotype, someone who killed with a Death Note should not be particularly strong himself.

But this was Cihang City. Anyone without a cheat could not even get a seat at the table.

So Chen Feng decided to observe first, confirm his combat strength and weaknesses, and then strike. "Even a lion goes all out when hunting a rabbit. Such is the caution