pertwk Chapter 12 Tiger Fang Settles the Accounts
Chapter 12 Tiger Fang Settles the Accounts
This is not the spiritual power provided by the loan.
This is the terrifying nature of the spirit master himself.
"sign."
boom!
Heat burst forth from every part of the body.
The bones felt as if they were being hammered solid inch by inch.
Muscle fibers tighten, reorganize, and then stretch again.
Luo Feng stood on the edge of the rooftop, without taking a single step back.
But Gao Feng could clearly sense that the aura emanating from him had changed.
Luo Feng was already very strong just now.
Luo Feng now resembles a sword that has finally been completely drawn from its sheath.
Zhou Yan said, "Client, the debt has increased."
Luo Feng said, "I'll pay tonight."
He flipped over and jumped off the rooftop.
With a slight lift of the shield beneath his feet, his body plunged into the night like a shadow.
Gao Feng watched him leave, remaining silent for a long time.
Chen Gu whispered, "Captain, can he kill him?"
Gao Feng said, "Yes."
……
Luo Feng walks through the abandoned neighborhood.
He spread out his mental energy, trying to detect the aura of the Silver Moon Wolf.
Soon, he cornered the wolf king at the end of a narrow alley.
The Silver Moon Wolf stopped in its tracks.
Its gray fur instantly turned silver-white.
The tuft of white hair on his forehead looked as if it had been stained red with blood.
It stared at Luo Feng, its eyes lacking the madness of ordinary beast soldiers, but instead possessing a cold wisdom.
Luo Feng did not draw his sword.
Six throwing knives hovered beside him.
Three of the six-element throwing knives were in front.
Three seven-element throwing knives followed behind.
Zhou Yan said, "It's very fast."
Luo Feng said, "I'm faster."
The Silver Moon Wolf made its move.
The silver figures were almost drawn into a single line.
But Luo Feng also made a move.
He used his mental power to suddenly rise to a higher level.
The moment the Silver Moon Wolf missed its target, the Seven-Element Flying Knife fell from above.
The first claw.
The second handle presses the neck.
The third weapon pierced the old wound in the abdomen.
The Silver Moon Wolf howled, its claws swatting away a sixth-element throwing knife. Just as its other claw was about to defend, three seventh-element throwing knives had already burrowed into its old wound.
puff!
The throwing knife entered the body.
No effort was wasted on fur.
It directly strangles the internal organs through the most vulnerable wounds.
The Silver Moon Wolf rolled wildly, smashing through half a wall.
Luo Feng landed on the shield, hovering in mid-air.
His breathing remained steady.
With the mental power of a mid-level warrior suppressing the entire arena, even the heavily injured wolf king, no matter how fast, had lost any chance to turn the tide.
Luo Feng did not give it a second chance to kill it.
Three throwing knives pierced through the Silver Moon Wolf's body in succession.
heart.
The lungs and internal organs.
Medial side of the spine.
A final, mournful wolf howl ripped through the night.
The massive, silvery-white body crashed into the center of the alleyway.
Dust rose up.
Luo Feng landed slowly.
He looked at the dead Silver Moon Wolf, his breathing steady.
Zhou Yan unfolded his account book.
[Slayed: High-level Beast General-level Special Individual, Silver Moon Wolf.]
Luo Feng crouched down and used his mental energy to scan the fur on the Silver Moon Wolf's belly.
He quickly located the miniature signal device that was almost embedded in his flesh.
He didn't take it off.
Instead, they dragged the Silver Moon Wolf's corpse to the middle of the alley.
The buildings on both sides are dilapidated and have numerous windows.
The intersections at both ends of the street are narrow.
Suitable for when the canine teeth are close together.
It is also suitable for killing with throwing knives.
Zhou Yan said, "It's a good place."
Luo Feng looked up at the broken window on the third floor of an abandoned building.
"I'm there."
"Will they come?"
"Definitely," Zhou Yan said. "No one would want to leave after seeing an 800 million Silver Moon Wolf."
Luo Feng leaped into the abandoned building.
In the darkness of night, twelve throwing knives silently rose into the air.
More than twenty minutes later.
Very light footsteps could be heard outside the alley.
The Tiger Tooth Squad has arrived.
The leader was a thin, short man with a cold gaze and extremely steady hand gestures.
Tiger Tooth Captain, Pan Ya.
Zhang Zehu, carrying a giant machete on his back, walked to the side and behind, his face still showing barely suppressed excitement.
"Captain, the signal is right ahead."
A weapon-wielding fighter whispered.
Pan Ya raised his hand, and the six people stopped.
They didn't rush in immediately.
There are no fools among the martial artists who have survived in the wilderness.
But the corpse of the Silver Moon Wolf was right in the middle of the alley.
Even in death, that enormous, silvery-white body still inspires awe.
Zhang Zehu's breathing became heavy.
"Dead?"
"Is he really dead?"
Another one-eyed warrior whispered, "There's no movement."
Firearms inspector locator.
"The signal is in the corpse."
Pan Ya's expression changed.
He was both excited and wary.
"Check the surrounding area."
The two team members spread out and quickly scanned the buildings on both sides.
Luo Feng stood in the shadows on the third floor.
His mental energy enveloped his entire body, and he even suppressed his breathing to a very low level.
They couldn't see him.
Zhou Yan remained silent.
The ledger only had a few lines of cold text hanging in the corner of the field of vision.
[Target: Six members of the Tiger Tooth Squad.]
[Suggestion: Kill those with firearms first, then those at the general level, and finally keep Zhang Zehu to question him.]
[Note: Valuation will be determined after the actual seizure.]
The Tiger Tooth team confirmed that there was no obvious movement in the surrounding area.
Panya finally gave the order.
"cut."
"Take the fur and skull first, don't linger here too long."
Zhang Zehu grinned.
"We were lucky today. Firehammer and his gang are probably half-dead from being chased by the monster horde, and Silver Moon Wolf died right in front of us."
"When we get back to base, I'll see if that kid Luo Feng can still be so arrogant."
He had barely finished speaking.
Luo Feng made a move.
Twelve throwing knives shot out simultaneously from the shadows on the third floor.
There was no long, piercing roar.
Only a fleeting glimpse of black light.
The first throwing knife slashed across the throat of the firearms fighter on the left.
The second throwing knife pierced the gunman's forehead on the right.
The two men didn't even have a chance to pull the trigger before their bodies went limp.
Pan Ya's expression changed drastically.
"Enemy attack!"
He reacted the fastest, suddenly retreating and raising his twin swords to protect himself.
But he was fast, and his throwing knife was even faster.
Three throwing knives came crashing down from three different angles simultaneously.
A single blade forced the two swords apart.
A handle that cuts the Achilles tendon.
The last one swept past the side of the neck.
Blood spurted out.
Pan Ya's eyes widened, and she staggered backward, clutching her neck.
He wanted to speak out.
Only muffled breaths came out of his throat.
The one-eyed warrior roared and swung his sword, attempting to rush towards the alley entrance.
Luo Feng did not give him a chance.
The throwing knife circled around from beneath the Silver Moon Wolf's corpse, skimming along the ground.
laugh!
Both legs broke off at the knees.
The next instant, another throwing knife slashed across his throat.
The remaining two Huya team members completely panicked.
They couldn't even see where the enemy was.
All I could see were the throwing knives.
Black throwing knife.
Like a ghost.
Like a bill that comes to claim your life.
puff!puff!
The two lines of blood burst open almost simultaneously.
Five of the six members of the Tiger Tooth Squad fell instantly.
Only Zhang Zehu remained.
Zhang Zehu had just pulled out his machete.
He even maintained his exertion stance.
The next moment, the two throwing knives passed each other.
His arms were severed directly below his shoulders.
The machete crashed to the ground.
The heavy blade struck with a muffled thud.
Zhang Zehu froze.
The excruciating pain came a beat too late.
"Ahhhhh!"
The scream had barely left his lips when a throwing knife grazed past his lips.
The blood vessels stretched across his face.
Zhang Zehu's voice abruptly stopped.
Luo Feng jumped from the third-floor window.
The shield was gently lifted underfoot.
He landed beside the corpse of the Silver Moon Wolf.
Twelve throwing knives hovered beside him.