Disfigured Face Fist, A Killing Move as an Auto-Attack Skill!

The slums at night were quite lively.

The streets were bustling with people, and the figures of vendors and tourists were endless.

Perhaps this was a unique lively atmosphere belonging to the slums.

In a village within the city, located in the slums.

Inside a rental house.

On the fourth floor, in a temporary rental room.

Manni, who had already put on her makeup and tied her hair into a ponytail, walked out of the rental room with a determined look on her face, holding a backpack containing the [Bionic Patrol Crow] in her right hand.

The third floor.

In a temporary rental room.

A [Sain Mechanical Killer No. 8], wearing a black trench coat and a black mask, was watching the surveillance footage of the first floor of the rental house. Upon seeing Manni leave the building, he turned to his companion and said, "No. 7, the target has left. Hurry up and follow."

About twenty seconds later, another disguised [Sain Mechanical Killer No. 7], wearing black sunglasses and a fake mustache, strode out of the bedroom.

Snap.

As the disguised [Sain Mechanical Killer No. 7] opened the door, a gust of wind accompanied by an attack slammed into his face, directly breaking his nose and teeth, causing him to bleed profusely from his mouth.

Slap.

The next second, the [Sain Mechanical Killer No. 7] who had been sent flying lay on the ground in pain.

Meanwhile.

A swift figure, shimmering with a green light, dashed rapidly from the rental room doorway towards the direction of the other [Sain Mechanical Killer No. 8].

In the living room.

"Damn it!"

Upon witnessing this sudden attack, the eyes of [Sain Mechanical Killer No. 8] narrowed sharply. In an instant, his hair stood on end, and a cold killing intent shot out from his cunning eyes.

As the killing intent surfaced, [Sain Mechanical Killer No. 8] drew the large saber tucked at his waist and swung it towards the front door.

Swish, swish.

However, [Sain Mechanical Killer No. 8]'s strike missed. The attacker's figure was like a phantom, twisting their body at an incredible angle. Then, the attacker stomped on the large saber with one foot.

Boom!

With a powerful force of over a thousand catties, half of the saber's blade was driven into the gaps between the floor tiles of the rental room.

However.

This was not the end.

Just as the attacker had the saber pinned to the floor tiles, their figure leaped again, rising more than a meter off the ground. Then, the strength of a [Level 3 Psionic Warrior] erupted. Clenching their right hand into a fist, they sent a punch whistling through the air towards [Sain Mechanical Killer No. 8]'s face.

Direct Disciple of Tang Bohu's Disfigured Face Fist!

The punch was incredibly fast.

The punch was also full of power.

Crack!

Before [Sain Mechanical Killer No. 8] could release the saber in his hand, his face was brutally struck by the punch. His nose was broken, his front teeth were knocked out, and he was sent flying backward, finally crashing into the wall before collapsing to the ground like a puddle of mud.

In less than ten seconds.

Two Sain Mechanical Killers, possessing the combat power of a [Level 2 Psionic Warrior], were defeated by this mysterious figure.

The confrontation began and ended abruptly.

"Such immense power! Such incredible speed!"

"A Level 3 Psionic Warrior, the attacker is at least a [Level 3 Psionic Warrior]!"

At this moment, lying on the ground, No. 8's eyes contracted violently, and a chilling fear surged into his heart.

It was only then that No. 8 could truly see the attacker's true face.

It was a man in a black cloak, slightly plump, with an ordinary appearance, but an exceptionally straight posture.

Under the illumination of the white incandescent light in the rental room, the man's skin appeared somewhat pale. However, the most striking feature was his pair of emotionless eyes, like a deep pool of unfathomable depth, which exerted an invisible pressure on anyone who looked at them.

As if sensing No. 8's gaze, the man in the black cloak suddenly lowered his head, his emotionless eyes fixed directly on No. 8.

A chilling killing intent suddenly filled the air.

On the living room floor.

Gulp.

After sensing the killing intent permeating the air, [Sain Mechanical Killer No. 8]'s body instinctively tensed. He struggled to muster his strength, but the pain from his fractured face made it impossible to maintain a ready stance.

"Brother, we are [Sain Mechanical Killers]. While we're usually up to no good, we've never messed with a [Level 3 Psionic Warrior] before..."

"Are you... looking for the wrong person?"

Perhaps because the newcomer didn't immediately attack, [Sain Mechanical Killer No. 8] opened his mouth and asked in confusion.

However, secretly, he was pulling out a black syringe from his body and stealthily moving it towards his back.

"You [Sain Mechanical Killers] are operating in my territory, so naturally, I have to ask what your intentions are."

A moment later, the man in the black cloak finally spoke.

Unexpectedly, his voice was hoarse and low, like a robot's.

"A misunderstanding!"

"Brother, we're not here to deal with you. We're just monitoring a resident upstairs; she's our target this time."

Hearing this answer, No. 8 felt a wave of helpless disgust, as if he'd eaten dog shit. But for the sake of his own life, he answered truthfully.

Crack!

Just then, No. 8 finally injected something into his body.

"Roar!"

The next moment, a beastly roar filled with primal ferocity erupted from No. 8's mouth. The fear in his eyes vanished, replaced by a terrifying, savage killing intent.

"Kid, you're truly idiotic, giving your enemy a chance to breathe..."

Calm.

A profound calm settled over the scene.

At this moment, the man in the black cloak looked at No. 8 with cold eyes. A mocking smile was openly displayed in his emotionless gaze.

"Swish swish!"

Suddenly, the man in the black cloak raised his right hand, and a black firearm, shimmering with a blue psionic glow, was aimed directly at the muscle-bound No. 8.

This black firearm was a terrifying weapon capable of killing any [Level 4 Psionic Warrior]!

So what if you transform?

I'll just use my ultimate skill as a basic attack!

This was Wang Zhong's truest thought.