Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 585: Imprisoned Energy? Unethical! ! ! (Two in One)

Master Li Guishe moved and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot.

Even though Feng Mu possessed LV3 dynamic vision + insight, he could only catch a glimpse of an afterimage and only saw a flash of black light in the air.

“Swish—Boom!!!”

The blinding blue-white electric light was extinguished by a withered black hand. The deadly blue light was strangely directed into the ground, making all the shadows on the ground appear blue-white like ghosts.

Li Guishe shook his hand nonchalantly, and suddenly his wrist turned, and his palm was like holding the moon in water, holding a ball of out-of-control, chaotic blue light.

Even through the lenses, Feng Mu felt a slight chill on his eyelids.

Master Li Guishe did not completely direct the energy of the pulse gun, but cut off a part of it and held it in his palm!
Held in the palm of your hand???

Feng Mu's scalp tingled slightly, and he began to understand why [Fraudster Glasses] had marked the master in black.

Feng Mu was so frightened that his scalp numbed, and the man in white mask who was the first to be affected felt even colder all over. He seemed to have crashed and stared at Li Guishe's wrinkled old hand.

Even if you smashed the pulse gun, he wouldn't be so surprised.

But what you are doing is... grabbing the energy emitted by the pulse gun?
what is this concept?

To put it in an analogy, it is like someone catching a bullet with bare hands in Feng Mu's previous life.

"Forbidden energy?! This is..."

White Mask's throat felt dry. He didn't understand why an ordinary snack would get bigger and bigger and finally turn into such an old guy?
takeout?

That’s right, Captain, this time we really have the takeaway delivered to our door!

Li Guishe raised his hand and slowly placed his palm towards the white mask.

The chaotic blue light was twisting and rolling. Before the palm touched the mask, the mask cracked open, revealing a horrified face behind it.

He wanted to dodge, retreat, and shake his head, but he couldn't move at all.

The air around him seemed to have turned into an invisible quagmire, with a terrifying attraction that not only imprisoned him, but also made his face move uncontrollably towards the hand.

"Master! No!"

"Leave the shells, Master!"

Even more frightened than the man in white mask were Zhao Zhixin and Yuan Xidi. They both cried out in panic, their voices filled with grief and indignation.

Seeing the takeaway that was delivered to his junior fellow apprentice's mouth about to be destroyed by the master was even more painful than killing them both.

The apprentice's shouting made Li Guishe pause. He raised his eyebrows and moved his hand away from the terrified face in front of him at the last moment.

"Thank you, master!"

Before White Mask had time to express his gratitude, Zhao Zhixin and Yuan Xidi expressed their gratitude with great joy at the same time.

If you don’t know, you might think that the three of them are in the same group.

The air around him suddenly relaxed, and the man in white mask stepped back quickly, as if to escape. However, before he could move, Zhao Zhixin and Yuan Xidi grabbed half of his shoulders, one on the left and one on the right.

Li Guishe retracted his palm, pressed it out completely with his backhand, then took a few steps as if taking a stroll, and reached out to grab at the thick night void.

In Feng Mu's eyes, there was a blood bar hidden in that position.

The three magatama in Feng Mu's pupils were spinning rapidly, almost forming a virtual shadow.

This time, he saw it a little more clearly.

The master's footsteps did not move in a straight line, but rather in a curved trajectory that he could not understand. The night sky within that small space was actually turned into layers of wrinkles by the master's black cloth shoes.

It’s like a flat piece of paper is folded repeatedly into a “MMMM” wavy shape.

"It's not that the master is fast, but the path under the master's feet is compressed and folded?"

"Some kind of mysterious high-grade footwork, or a martial arts technique, or maybe it's not martial arts at all, is it...?"

Feng Mu's heart was shocked. The insight of the three magatama was working to the extreme, but it was still like seeing flowers in the fog. With his current experience in martial arts, he could only vaguely understand it.

Suddenly, Feng Mu felt his filial piety towards his master even stronger.

"My senior brothers and sisters are important, and my master is also important. I can't favor one over the other in the future." Feng Muxin thought.

Li Guishe grabbed with one hand and accurately intercepted a high-explosive bomb that broke through the air.

He clenched his hands and with five fingers together, the high-explosive bomb misfired before it exploded, becoming a dud.

The next moment, he changed his grab into a bullet, and with a flick of his finger, the night sky shattered like a mirror. Finally, a white masked man who was also wearing exoskeleton armor and had a slightly slender figure was swung out.

He is the baby-faced captain.

As soon as the baby-faced man appeared, the exoskeleton boxing gloves were aimed at Li Guishe's head, and the nail clippers between the fists flashed a cold light.

Li Guishe had a blank expression on his face. He did not dodge or evade. He just plucked the strings of a musical instrument with his five fingers.

"Ding! Ding! Ding! Snap! Bang!"

Clear notes rang out in succession, a high-energy particle beam cutting blade hung behind the baby face, a miniature high-explosive bomb hung on the waist, a pulse gun hung on the waist...

All the highly destructive thermal weapons shattered and disintegrated like fragile glass products!
Various precision parts, energy modules, and explosive fuses were scattered all over the ground. In a blink of an eye, the priceless killing weapons were all turned into scrap metal.

But the hard shell is still there, without any damage!

If the disciples like to peel the shells themselves, then let them do it. After all, what he has taught his disciples since they were young is that the more you eat the shells yourself, the more delicious they taste!
"clang--!"

The exoskeleton fist hit Li Guishe's forehead hard. The punch force that could break a half-meter thick steel plate failed to break Li Guishe's skull.

Li Guishe's skull, which suffers from osteoporosis at an advanced age, is actually harder than steel!

Not to mention that it was broken, there wasn't even a red mark left. It just slightly blew the few sparse hairs on Li Guishe's forehead.

The baby-faced man didn't seem surprised by the result. He showed a sneer under the mask and used the nail clippers to clip off a piece of old skin the size of a fingernail from Li Guishe's forehead.

Nail clippers may seem like child's play, but they ignore defense.

Although a skin break won't kill you, the pain can really kill you.

Li Guishe's expression changed, and he grimaced in pain. Then, in the incredulous gaze of the baby-faced man, he grinned with a nostalgic smile:
"I haven't felt pain for a long time. Very good, come again. I need to get used to this pain again!"

Li Guishe said this very seriously while rubbing his face against the nail clippers.

Feng Mu's eyes flickered behind his glasses, and doubts suddenly arose in his heart:
"Does it hurt when a nail clipper pinches someone? Why does the master have to get used to pain? What kind of person craves pain? Hmm... Could it be that the master is a masochist?!!"

As soon as this absurd idea came to his mind, Feng Mu forcibly suppressed it. He always felt that there was a deep meaning in his master's words, but he could not figure out the mystery for the time being.

The face under the baby-faced mask suddenly froze, and finally changed color, but he still pinched Li Guishe again, unwilling to believe it.

The first attack of the nail clippers is equivalent to the pain of slow slicing. The second attack of the nail clippers will be twice as painful as the previous one. If you continue to attack, the pain will continue to accumulate.

In Baby Face's memory, he had never met anyone who could last three times. Not to mention humans, many monsters in the Hidden Door couldn't stand it either, and their heads would explode from the pain.

Li Guishe grimaced in pain again, veins bulged on his forehead, and his cloudy old eyes were filled with eye boogers due to the pain, but his wrinkled lips were gradually opening upwards.

He is laughing? ! !
The baby-faced man was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand to cut for the third time.

Li Guishe stretched out his hand, pinched the exoskeleton's thick arm with his skinny palm, and then said hoarsely:
"I'm too old to bear this much pain. I have to take it slow, little by little. That's all for today."

The baby-faced man didn't quite understand what Li Guishe was saying. He just felt his palm being pried open inch by inch and the nail clippers being snatched away.

Then, he felt dizzy. It was Li Guishe imitating the actions of his young disciple Feng Mu and serving food to the remaining disciples.

He felt as if he was entangled in invisible mud and was involuntarily flying towards the stone table. His gliding trajectory was much more graceful than that of his two previous companions.

"Yeah! It's our turn!"

Gong Qi, Wang Yu and Hong Ya looked at each other and immediately rushed forward with smiles on their faces.

After Li Guishe finished all this, he raised his hand to rub away the eye boogers from the corners of his eyes, and glanced at every disciple in the courtyard, remembering each of their smiling faces deeply in his heart.

Finally, he looked at Feng Mu with an extremely complicated expression, hiding seven parts of relief, two parts of admiration, and one part of indescribable… pain? ! !

Feng Mu looked at him and habitually showed a gentle smile on his face.

For some reason, his heart sank, and an indescribable chill ran up his spine to the back of his neck, then disappeared in an instant.

Feng Mu couldn't understand the look in Li Guishe's eyes. He felt that those two cloudy old eyes were like two whirlpools. The only thing that made him feel at ease was that there were no bright malicious marks on his master's body.

Feng Mu took a deep breath and asked in a low voice:
"But this 'midnight snack' doesn't suit Master's taste?"

Li Guishe grinned, his hoarse laughter sounded like sandpaper rubbing against each other:

"I am very pleased that you care about your senior brothers and sisters. I am just old and can't eat supper at night. I am sleepy and want to go back to my room to sleep."

Feng Mu nodded and was about to say something.

Li Guishe did not give him a chance to speak. He turned around with his hands behind his back and flipped the nail clippers he had snatched between his fingers. There was a layer of skin dandruff stuck on them.

Li Guishe walked into the house and suddenly turned around and looked back——

There was a happy atmosphere in the courtyard, and the disciples, who were regarded as his own children, were fighting and playing around the "midnight snack".

Li Guishe squeezed out a strange laugh from his throat. His laugh was hoarse like a crow's cry, and it was more terrifying than crying in the night wind:

"Since this is your junior brother's kindness, you senior brothers and sisters should not let him down. Eat everything up and don't waste it!"

bang——

The moment the door closed, the last half of the whisper was locked inside the room by the wooden door:

"You must remember to pay back the meat you eat..."

For some reason, Feng Mu always felt that there was something strange about his master, which made him feel a little uneasy, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

Could it be that the master has sensed that I want to bring glory to his family? ! !

"Little Junior Brother, come quickly, let's have supper together!"

Hong Ya's clear voice interrupted Feng Mu's suspicion.

Junior sister Hong Ya really missed him the most. She always remembered to save a portion for junior brother, even though the midnight snack was ordered by him.

Feng Mu gathered his thoughts and looked towards the courtyard.

Second Senior Sister Liu Xie had already eaten everything up and was now stepping on the soil to fill the hole, while looking back and forth from time to time.

It is to protect the junior fellow students from being eaten by "takeout", and also to always look for opportunities to help them pick up more food with chopsticks.

Zhao Zhixin and Yuan Xidi were fighting fiercely with the White Mask who was wielding a spear.

Yuan Xidi's punches were fierce and crazy, and his attack was like a mad dog, smashing the opponent's armor and causing sparks to fly;
Zhao Zhixin's body movements were like a ghost, extremely slippery. He could always deliver vicious claws or palm knives at tricky angles, focusing on attacking weak joints and energy pipelines.

The two of them were one on the left and one on the right, one in front and one behind, one attacking and one defending. Although they were fighting for food, they actually cooperated well.

It's the kind of thing where you take one chopstick at a time and I take one chopstick at a time. It's probably impossible for Second Senior Sister to join the table.

At this moment, Yuan Xi was the first to grab the spear, and the battle was in full swing, laughing wildly:
“White Masks, hahahaha, you are the White Masks in the Hidden Gate. I have disliked you in the Hidden Gate for a long time. Junior brother knows what I am thinking.”

Zhao Zhixin also grinned grimly. He and Yuan Xidi were both non-staff consultants of the Survey Corps and had met the White Mask several times inside the Hidden Door.

As he laughed, he took out an ugly pig-faced mask from his arms and put it on his face, saying grimly:

"I heard that every time you wear a mask, it's a legal extra meal. I've been envious of you for a long time. But what a coincidence, I also have a mask. Take a look at it. Isn't it much better looking than yours?"

Yuan Xidi's eyes lit up and he quickly put on his hyena mask. He immediately felt that this takeaway meal had a special taste and meaning.

It seems to add a sense of fateful ritual to this battle between "takeout" and "extra meal".

On the other side, Hong Ya, Gong Qi and Wang Yu were teaming up to besiege Baby Face. The mask on his face was immediately broken by the three of them.

In terms of personal strength alone, the baby-faced man equipped with an exoskeleton should be superior to anyone else.

However, Hong Ya and the other two cooperated perfectly and suppressed him to the point where he was unable to resist.

Sixth senior brother Wang Yu took the lead in the attack, and the iron fan in his left hand opened and closed as fast as lightning.

Each fold of the fan is a poisoned sharp blade, which can be shot out like a hidden weapon, and can also be transformed into a melee weapon. The moves are unpredictable, forcing the baby-faced man to concentrate on dealing with it.

Gong Qi assisted from the side, like a slippery venomous snake, his movements were strange and extremely swift.

He did not confront the baby-faced player head-on, and always cut in from the flank or behind when Wang Yu was attracting frontal fire.

The arms are flexible and boneless, and can be used to counter the opponent's force, overcoming hardness with softness.

The timing of his attacks was extremely tricky. Every time when the baby-faced man was accumulating strength to counterattack, he would be interrupted and tripped with precision, making him feel extremely uncomfortable and aggrieved.

The two of them, one hard and one gentle, cooperated seamlessly, making the White Mask exhausted and gradually losing the upper hand.

Hongya is somewhere in between the two, like a fox crouching in the grass.

She is small and nimble. She would feint at the front to attract the baby-faced man's attention, then flash to the side or behind, swinging a variety of weapons in her hands.

Sometimes it was poisoned needles, sometimes it was sharp scissors, sometimes it was strangely shaped daggers, sometimes it was homemade bottles of sulfuric acid, and there were even a few domesticated poisonous spiders.

Like a warrior, like an assassin, like an archer, and also like a mage with a treasure chest?
Baby Face has been through many battles, but he has never felt so frustrated in a battle. He was so annoyed that he wanted to vomit blood.

Don't talk about martial arts!

No martial ethics ah ah ah——

(End of this chapter)