Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 2556 Hunter's Qualities
The road to success is always more difficult, especially for a swordsman with a broken leg.

But faced with the guidance from behind, Afei did not hesitate and climbed the stairs step by step, which were almost half blocked off.

Even as the shadow reflected on the gleaming blade grows increasingly abstract—

His attire was quite formal, even his hat was worn properly, giving him a very intellectual air.

But the tendrils extending from behind were far too eye-catching.

The strong contrast between the beginning and the end makes it even more impactful.

The ends of the tentacles are wrapped with bizarre weapons that look even more ferocious than serrated knives, perfectly embodying the themes of morbid curiosity and carnage.

Of course, even in this part of the structure, it cannot be said that it is completely devoid of the spirit of a researcher.

For example, the ends of the tentacles are arranged in a way that makes good use of space to avoid collisions, and are placed in various crisscrosses according to the shape and size of the weapon.

But looking at the small section extending from the back, you can see that the angle between each piece is quite consistent, which shows great craftsmanship.

Furthermore, although the latter is also making progress step by step, the stability of the armory while walking is comparable to that of a gimbal.

It is clear that through extremely sophisticated control, the frontline combat personnel can see clearly at any time, so that they can be replaced.

In such a strange place, such logistical support is undoubtedly heartwarming.

Not to mention the little hand that was sticking out of the eye socket, which was swaying along with it, while holding a shiny fake eye and rotating it, as if it was looking around.

It might not be considered a state of alert, but it was even somewhat reassuring—no, it was the two eyes that gave one a sense of security.

At one point, Afei paused, as if carefully examining the scene he saw in the reflection.

But then, by the time they came to a lamp, and with the improved visibility, they could see that there were actually two eyes in the little hand.

Besides the shiny one, there was another clearly flesh-and-blood creature.

As the fingers move rhythmically, the two walnuts rotate around each other, like a pair of walnuts being played with.

"Don't be distracted."

Unfortunately, before he could fully appreciate the charm of antique collectibles, he received a warning from behind.

……

As a swordsman, the worst thing you can do is not be focused.

The skill that needs the most practice is maintaining relaxation while remaining focused.

It's a pity that Ah Fei still seems too young in this regard.

So much so that even with talent, one will still suffer when venturing out to visit the Upside-Down Lake.

laugh--

Almost immediately after the payment reminder, a touch of blood appeared in the dim light.

The injury came from one side of Afei's neck.

The body was already deformed, so much so that the skin in that area was so thin it was almost transparent.

Adding to the striking appearance are the incredibly dense, bluish blood vessels below, creating a truly breathtaking sight and suggesting a very sensitive area.

The sudden attack was not only swift but also cunning, and it truly chose that location as its target.

Although there was only one wound, it instantly turned him unrecognizable, and under the light, it almost sprayed out a cloud of blood mist.

This was only because he was reminded and instinctively dodged; otherwise, he would probably have been beheaded.

when--

But the first sound that appeared amidst the red mist was not a wail, but a crisp clinking of metal. Suddenly attacked, A-Fei reacted almost simultaneously, his serrated scimitar slashing out.

Unfortunately, even with such a ruthless reaction, it still failed to hit anything, only shattering a nearby pillar.

Then the light suddenly dimmed, and the lamp that had been illuminating the blood mist went out.

Of course, the oil lamp wasn't originally hanging on the pillar and was knocked down and extinguished because of the fall.

Fu Qian, who was watching from the sidelines, saw it all clearly. After missing his first attack, A Fei didn't stop. Almost without hesitation, he struck again and shattered the lamp on the wall with a single blow.

After damaging the public property, he retreated back into the shadows of the corner, paused briefly, and tried to stop the bleeding.

The method of stopping the bleeding was also very primitive: one hand was placed directly on the wound, and the cut flesh was tightly pinched together.

……

Not bad, he may lack experience in the ways of the world, but he is a promising talent.

Having witnessed the entire process, Fu Qian kept walking past the spray of blood mist while still giving A Fei a positive review of his performance.

While being distracted in a dangerous place is a major taboo, the subsequent reaction demonstrates considerable hunter's skill.

The fact that he didn't dodge but counterattacked the moment he was attacked shows that he surpasses a considerable number of people.

In particular, Fu Qian did not feel that he had actually discovered the attacker. The direction of the slash seemed to be more of a subconscious judgment based on his own physical injuries.

With his barely intermediate level of skill, if he had gone over his mind again, that strike would likely have been much slower, to the point that it could almost be called a combat instinct.

As for the actions taken after missing the target, they clearly demonstrate combat intelligence.

It's better to be in the dark than to be in the dark while I am in the light. If I failed to hit my target with that attack, there's little point in making similar attempts. It's better to switch from offense to defense and make it as difficult as possible for the opponent to strike again.

I turned off the lights and hid in the shadows before trying to stop the bleeding—and the hemostasis was actually quite effective.

When Fu Qian walked up to A Fei, the gushing blood had almost stopped.

It's not that he has the physical strength of a thug, it's just that his grip strength is really too great.

The sight of the wound was unbearable to look at; the withered hand had turned into a steel clamp, clamping there and forming a truly bloody and mangled mass.

Fortunately, perhaps because his body was already twisted, this chaos did not lead to further collapse.

“They’re there…I heard them.”

Even when faced with scrutiny, his voice became even hoarser, but at least he still retained the ability to communicate.

When he finally managed to speak, Afei didn't offer any pointless "I'm fine" or anything like that; he immediately started sharing information.

Oh? I didn't hear that.

Fu Qian was naturally satisfied with this performance, and his gaze fell on the empty staircase.

He must have seen the attack just now, otherwise he wouldn't have given a warning.

But at this moment, the surroundings had returned to tranquility for him, and there was no longer any particular noise.

In other words, if Afei's sharing is true, then it means there are things he can hear but he can't hear himself—that's quite good.

At that moment, not only did he not question the authenticity, but he was even deeply pleased with the result.

As mentioned earlier, the training of Afei was not done idly; it represented his own attempt to sniff out the corruption of this place in a more subtle way.

And now it seems like it's only just begun, yet something new has already appeared.

"they?"

His gaze fell on the dark lines and dots on the wall, and he casually confirmed it a moment later.