Feng Yao Ritual (Alliance Leader Sui Feng Er Xia)

(Here's the first bonus chapter for Alliance Leader "Sui Feng Er Xia"!)

"Sir, the laboratory is in the corner inside. We've arrived, please don't kill us..."

"... I." The last word floated out of his throat, only half of it, because he didn't have the strength to say the other half.

The gleaming blade was slowly pulled from the Vice Captain's back, blood gushing uncontrollably from the two bloody holes.

The light in the Vice Captain's eyes slowly faded, and despite the September weather, he felt his body growing colder and colder.

He lay on the ground, staring blankly at the man passing by, only to find that the man hadn't even glanced at him.

The figure in the Metal Combat Suit disappeared into the shadows and vanished into the passage.

Looking down from the sky, there was no living creature left in the Chad Metal Smelting Factory.

As the door to the Smelting Workshop slowly opened, Mu Fan's pupils gradually contracted as he stood above the internal entrance.

With a clang, the door slammed open to its highest point, making a metallic clanging sound.

Then Mu Fan saw a long shadow cast on the ground under the starlight, stretching far into the distance.

The sound of metal feet hitting the ground echoed in the empty workshop.

Finally, the figure's true form appeared before Mu Fan, but only its back was visible. Its body gleamed with a metallic sheen, and the two claw blades hanging from its right hand were still dripping blood.

enemy.

Mu Fan made a quick decision, locked his eyes on the other party, and silently raised the hydraulic rod in his hand.

As the man in the Metal Combat Suit tilted his head to one side to look, Mu Fan, who was above him, suddenly leaped up and slammed the hydraulic rod down hard.

They can shut down a factory without restraint and then kill people without any scruples.

This was definitely not someone to be trifled with, so Mu Fan didn't hold back at all when he made his move.

His gaze shifted to the left, searching for the building in the corner. It could be said that he hadn't noticed Mu Fan, who was hiding above him while still in motion, until he came in and stood still.

But as Mu Fan leaped up and crashed down, and the airflow changed, a slight ripple suddenly flashed across the visor covering the man's left eye.

Whoosh!

The Invader, covered in Metal Combat Suit, fell to the ground twice in succession.

Call!

The hydraulic rod, accompanied by a whooshing sound, slammed into the spot where the other party had just been standing.

His sneak attack missed as he merely grazed the metal armor and slid through the air!

After the hydraulic rod in Mu Fan's hand missed its target, it remained steadily suspended one meter above the ground without descending further.

Holding the hydraulic rod with both arms, Mu Fan raised it horizontally in front of his chest, his cold eyes fixed on the other person.

This look aroused the suspicion of the Invader on the other side.

He also looked at Mu Fan with a calm and indifferent gaze, their eyes meeting for a moment before his gaze moved downwards.

His all-black combat uniform, coupled with the ridiculous Little Yellow Duck Mask and cold eyes, only deepened his confusion.

Mu Fan was waiting for his opponent's next move. The brief dodge he had just made told him that his opponent was definitely not weak. Moreover, the strange Metal Combat Suit made Mu Fan feel even more threatened. The monocle that emitted a dark red light always gave him a feeling of being locked on.

Just as Mu Fan was about to make another move, he heard a dry, unpleasant voice ask from the other end, "Mission repeated?"

A task? What task was repeated?

The other party's words contained a great deal of information, but Mu Fan ignored them under these circumstances. His only response was the hydraulic rod that began to rotate in his hand.

Seeing Mu Fan's actions, the other party unusually did not show a hostile expression, but stared into Mu Fan's eyes and spoke again.

This time he only said four words: "The Feng Yao Ritual".

After speaking, the Invader's eyes were no longer as indifferent as before, but were now fixed on Mu Fan's face, observing his expression.

The Feng Yao Ritual?

What strange words are these!

Or is it a code or password?

Mu Fan realized that the other party must have misunderstood something.

However, he was also getting impatient with the other party's inexplicable behavior. No one was allowed to enter the laboratory before the Flexible Training Suit was completed! What's more, Luoqi Heavy Industries ' Akabote Alloy armor was there.

After rotating the hydraulic rod in his hand, he swung it horizontally, Mu Fan's figure...

Seeing Mu Fan's actions, the Invader did not dodge again, but instead raised his left arm across his chest.

Bang!

The sound of heavy metal clashing rang out.

Mu Fan felt a huge shock coming from the tiger's mouth. The metal arm guard covering the opponent's arm dented, and the opponent took two steps back.

They separated at the first touch, but Mu Fan was shocked to find that the dented part on the other party's metal arm guard instantly turned into tiny pixel blocks, which surged rapidly and then returned to flatness, becoming as smooth as new.

The heavy blow he delivered with the hydraulic rod now appears to have had no effect whatsoever.

"... Password verification failed. Strength Level 21. You are very strong."

Lowering his arms, with a whoosh, both fists simultaneously extended metal claw blades, and the dark red visors once again conveyed a faint sense of being locked on.

Tell me the location of the Materials Laboratory.

A voice devoid of any emotion rang out, and the Invader looked indifferently at Mu Fan.

Cold as a robot.

When Mu Fan heard the other party finally mention the words "Materials Laboratory," his eyes finally changed.

That is... even colder!

The other party's intention is to ensure that there are no places they can enter.

Since that's the case, then let's fight!

Then let's fight!

Mu Fan's palm tilted downwards, and the heavy hydraulic rod in his palm began to spin rapidly.

The enemy before him was far stronger than he had expected, and he had to go all out.

With his leg muscles bulging, Mu Fan sprang forward, his eyes locked on his opponent's figure, and the hydraulic rod in his hand gradually formed an invisible blade wheel!

The momentum was so fierce, and since Mu Fan wasn't burdened by armor, he didn't need to worry about concealing his movements at all.

At this distance, the Invader will have no chance to avoid another attack!

A Redemption Story: Frenzy Cut!

The high-flying blade wheel, propelled by Mu Fan, slashed down fiercely.

He didn't show any unusual expression when facing Mu Fan's attack, but as Mu Fan's staff and blade wheel approached, the light in his red goggles flashed rapidly.

The Invader made a half-side dodge in an arc, protecting his chest with his left hand while his right hand suddenly swept towards Mu Fan's left side.

If Mu Fan were to be struck by this half-meter-long blade, he would suffer the loss of limbs.

With his eyes blazing with psionic energy, Mu Fan captured all of his opponent's movements in his mind. He took a step and twisted his waist, his body making a large-scale aerial rotation with his right arm as the axis during the leap!

Bang!

The staff-wielding blade wheel flashed past.

You hit the mark!

The tactile feedback he received was from the other person's arm.

With a front flip, Mu Fan prepared to pass by.

No enemy can escape injury after being hit by the Frenzy Cut; Mu Fan was absolutely confident of this!

But at this moment, disbelief appeared in his eyes.

He did indeed strike the opponent's arm, leaving a deep groove in the arm that had been swept by the Frenzy Cut.

No, it wasn't a groove; it was a deep cut that had been made into the Metal Combat Suit.

But...

But he didn't see a single trace of blood!

A tiny ring of light suddenly swirled within the Invader's red monocular lens.

The right claw blade, having missed its target, continued its momentum, swinging in a circle towards its upper left.

Whoosh!

Mu Fan charged forward quickly, but the Invader was equally fast, and two lines of Blood Line instantly appeared on his left shoulder as he leaned to the side.

Their figures passed each other, Mu Fan, supporting himself with his left arm, half-knelt down.

Two bursts of blood spurted from his shoulder, and his left shoulder was instantly soaked in blood.

Looking back, his eyes were like those of a wounded lone wolf!