Familiar? Why did it feel familiar?
Only when Chen Mu saw Xiao Man's vacant eyes did he realize where that sense of familiarity came from.
The Breath-Concealing Method! Chen Mu recalled the Breath-Concealing Method he had learned from the Mysterious Card. Wasn't this feeling very similar to what happened when I used it?
Could there be some connection between the two? Or was it merely a coincidence?
The Breath-Concealing Method was one of Cross Night's two supreme techniques. To Chen Mu, that ancient school was shrouded in mystery. The tremendous power of the Breath-Concealing Method had helped him through one crisis after another, but its equally powerful side effects had forced him to stop using it for the time being.
If only I could use the Breath-Concealing Method without any side effects! Countless times, this seemingly absurd idea had surfaced unbidden in Chen Mu's mind.
Unfortunately, his theoretical knowledge was far too shallow. Forget improving it-he still hadn't even figured out how the Breath-Concealing Method worked. It was hard to imagine that a school possessing such an extraordinarily powerful technique had gradually vanished into the long river of history. Who knew how far the Unibrow Man's strength fell short of his predecessors'?
And naturally, Chen Mu wouldn't dare show off his own half-baked Breath-Concealing Method.
The energy fluctuations in the air grew increasingly intense, like a typhoon taking shape. In the sky, Qiao Yuan's bronze face was utterly grave as he stared fixedly at Xiao Man, his figure straight as a javelin. Everyone else had long since retreated far away.
Chen Mu wanted very much to retreat too, but Wei'a beside him hadn't moved. Besides, Chen Mu was certain that if he showed his face now, Faya would recognize him.
In truth, Chen Mu wasn't particularly afraid of Faya. Bagnell