Bulat stared in astonishment at the man before him. His attention had been focused on protecting Lubbock the entire time, and he had been struggling to find a way to break free and strike back at Liver and the others.
Now that this man had clashed with the Three Beasts, he could seize the opportunity to escape in the confusion. Heaven really was helping Night Raid!
However, unlike what Bulat imagined, Lin Feng was no mere cannon fodder there to draw their fire.
Standing beside the bar, Nyau nearly ground his teeth to pieces. He angrily drew his flute and played a piercing, high-pitched passage.
Against Lin Feng, Nyau had no desire to make him submit through mental manipulation. Besides, with Bulat's warning, that move would be of little use against Lin Feng.
Though he did not know Lin Feng, Nyau wanted this man who had called him a sissy to experience the most primal terror on a biological, instinctive level!
"Demon Summoning!"
Demon Summoning was the ultimate skill of the Teigu Military Music Dream: Scream. By playing a specific melody and using bone conduction to make his brain resonate, he could massively enhance himself.
After a brief, soft humming, Nyau's delicate features suddenly turned rugged. He grew almost three feet taller, if not more, while his body hair and muscles grew wildly. Even his highly elastic black stockings were nearly bursting around his muscular legs.
The underarms of his tight leather outfit had completely torn open as his physique changed, turning it into a thoroughly punk-style vest. Nyau now looked every bit a vicious, burly man.
"Still such a sissy even after getting bigger... How disgusting."
Lin Feng quietly watched his transformation to the end. He did not want to kill Nyau as easily as he had the members of the Gathered Heroes Group.
This time, he wanted to drive Nyau into utter despair, both physically and in his pride.
"Die!"
Nyau pushed back hard with both legs, vanishing from his spot in an instant and appearing before Lin Feng, where he unleashed a vicious straight punch.
"So fast! What kind of speed is that?"
Bulat was stunned. He had never imagined Military Music Dream possessed such an ultimate skill. If the one who had attacked him earlier had been the berserk Nyau rather than Daidara, Bulat feared he would now have no way to keep Lubbock safe.
Yet what left everyone even more dumbstruck was that Lin Feng blocked the punch with one hand without even looking.
"I thought you might actually have something impressive... What a joke."
Lin Feng sneered, the blood-red color in his eyes making their hair stand on end.
The scene took an eerie turn, and Lin Feng's unfathomable strength made everyone draw a sharp breath.
"Just what... are you...?"
Unable to free his captured fist, Nyau swung his thick right leg up, trying to shatter Lin Feng's shin. Before he could, however, Lin Feng kicked his left leg.
What monstrous strength. The sound of a leg bone cracking rang out. How was this the body of a burly man? Before Lin Feng, he was as fragile as a newborn baby.
"Wait for my support!"
Seeing this, Liver redirected the red-wine dragon aimed at Bulat and sent it crashing straight toward Lin Feng.
"Form Transformation."
With both legs off the ground, Nyau lost his balance and fell to his knees, while Lin Feng vanished from before him.
By the time Nyau noticed him again, his hands and feet had already been pinned to the wooden floorboards by black shadows.
The shadow would suffer no harm from the red-wine dragon's ferocious assault, while Nyau had become a living target, serving as Lin Feng's shield.
"Aaaaaargh!!!!"
Needle-like pain struck him. Unlike Bulat, Nyau let out a decidedly unmanly scream.
"How embarrassing, you worthless piece of trash. You're lower than pigs and dogs."
Though he had turned into a black shadow, Lin Feng's voice still echoed inside Nyau's head. For a moment, Nyau could not tell whether this was an illusion or reality.
"What you're suffering now isn't even one hundred-millionth of the sins you've committed."
"Take your time repaying that debt in the next world, you vile, lowly creature."
Daidara wanted to control his flying axe to attack Lin Feng, but Bulat kept him completely occupied. Liver, too, was preparing to smash all the liquor inside the bar's counter and launch his final attack.
Yet Lin Feng extended countless blood-red eyes from that long, slender shadow.
"Mind Control."
In Liver's and Daidara's minds, those eyes kept growing larger and drawing closer. Their dark, lusterless pupils stared at them all the while, as though about to swallow them whole.
In their haze, Liver seemed to be struck by Daidara's great axe, while Daidara seemed to be killed by Liver's water dragon. Both lost consciousness amid extreme terror and exhaustion. Though they merely stood there, sweat was already pouring off them.
"Now, you're the only one left..."
Nyau's hands and feet went from struggling constantly, to gradually ceasing to exert force, to abandoning resistance entirely and letting himself be handled at will. He had never imagined anyone besides Esdeath could possess such terrifying power.
Born into a wealthy and influential family, Nyau had once believed himself the finest person in the world. He dissected small animals for his own amusement without restraint, and after growing up, he began trampling human lives with tireless delight.
Although meeting Esdeath had shown him how childish it was to consider himself the finest, the man before him lay completely beyond his understanding.
Because, in everyone's eyes, Lin Feng was nothing more than a nameless passerby.
The shadows kept tightening, crushing one bone after another, first his wrists, then his ankles.
Nyau seemed to have hurt so much that he had lost all sensation of pain. He no longer screamed, only continuing to let out ugly groans.
After crushing all four of the femboy's joints, Lin Feng returned from his shadow form to his own appearance.
Bulat could not understand Lin Feng's fighting at all, while Lin Feng looked at Bulat's suit of armor and likewise sensed how deeply the forces involved in this incident ran.
Had he not seen Nyau and the others torturing Bulat, Lin Feng would probably have subjected Bulat to the illusion as well.
"Handsome guy in the armor over there, don't come any closer. I'm taking care of this thing that's neither a man nor a woman myself."
Bulat did not dare respond to Lin Feng. In his eyes, Lin Feng was already an existence like Esdeath, someone who could overturn his understanding. Any rash move on his part would be extremely dangerous.
Lin Feng turned to look at Nyau. His confident, proud expression had become blank and hollow, his eyes vacant, like the girls and male prostitutes in the slums who made their living through illicit transactions.
"My dog probably wouldn't want to eat you, so let's keep this simple."
With an indifferent expression, Lin Feng drew his black Jackal from his waist and aimed it at Nyau's chest. He loaded a blood-energy silver bullet brimming with Alucard's power and fired without mercy.