The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

Xu Feng's tone was extremely domineering, almost like that of a demon king.

Imamura Tano was stunned. He was the one who was surrounded, so how dare he spout such nonsense?

Aren't today's young people a bit too arrogant?

Imamura Tano waved and said:

"Take it down..."

However, something unexpected happened: his guards all turned into folding screens and flew away.

Yes! It flew out!

Imamura Tano was stunned. He knew that some of the guards he brought were children of gods with extraordinary physiques. How could they be kicked away by a mortal?

"Imamura Tano, this is your final ultimatum: will you hand over my lost companion?"

"Old...I don't know what you're talking about."

Xu Feng glanced at Imamura Tano indifferently, as if he were looking at a dead man.

The ruler and scalpel slipped silently from his hands. This time, Xu Feng showed no mercy and killed anyone who stood in his way.

Anyway, the background of this instance is about ordinary life, so even if there is killing, there will be no psychological burden.

With a flick of his fingertips, the bloodstained ruler and the gleaming scalpel traced two cold, elegant arcs in his palm.

Xu Feng remained motionless, yet his robes seemed to be lifted by an invisible wind, maintaining his noble and elegant demeanor as if he were not stepping into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, but attending an exquisite banquet.

More and more guards surged into the shrine, roaring and swinging their swords. The cold glint of their samurai swords pierced through the shrine's lights, but before the blades could even touch Xu Feng, he lightly raised his wrist, and the ruler brushed past him like a feather.

It wasn't a brute-force block, but a precise, deflection. The tip of the ruler grazed the guard's wrist, the crisp sound of bones cracking mingling with the clatter of the weapon hitting the ground, particularly jarring in the noisy shrine.

The man screamed and flew backward, his wrist twisted at an eerie angle, blood gushing from between his fingers and splattering onto Xu Feng's black suit, spreading out like red plum blossoms.

He didn't even furrow his brow, shifting his feet lightly to avoid the splattering blood, his demeanor as composed as a gentleman strolling leisurely.

The scalpel is like the kiss of death hidden in the sleeve; its cold light flashes and disappears in an instant. Each time it is thrust out, it precisely cuts through the throat and carotid artery, causing blood to gush out.

Xu Feng merely tilted his head slightly, his profile still clean and jade-like, with only a cold smile playing on his lips. Elegance and bloodlust blended together strangely and perfectly on him.

His moves were always decisive and swift, yet they possessed an aristocratic slowness and deliberation. Every movement—swinging the ruler, raising his arm, spinning his body—was graceful and beautiful.

But the fallen guards piled up at a visible speed. One guard fell on the offering table, wetting the offerings in front of him and staining the pork, duck and fish meat scarlet. Blood meandered down the stone steps, and the sandalwood in the shrine was instantly swallowed by the strong smell of blood.

"Monster! He's a monster!"

One of the guards was so frightened that he turned to run away, but Xu Feng swept his head off with a single movement. The headless body fell heavily into a pool of blood, and the corpse began to twitch.

Xu Feng put away the equipment, gently wiping away the blood droplets on the ruler with his fingertips. His movements were as gentle as if he were wiping a precious work of art, but there was no warmth in his eyes, only indifference as if he were dealing with ants.

Everyone present was already terrified out of their wits. The team leaders from various countries froze on the spot, their pupils shrinking and their blood seemingly freezing.

Luigi was dumbfounded; he had thought Mr. Xu Feng had been somewhat reckless.

But when he made his move, Luigi realized that this was not recklessness at all, but absolute confidence in his own strength. This was a one-sided massacre!

Is he really the chosen one in this segment?

Are you sure this isn't a 2000-point pro player coming down to smurf?

Luigi was left with only extreme shock and fear. This was not an impulse, but absolute power that crushed everything and ruthless in treating human life as worthless!

This elegant yet bloody figure inexplicably reminded Luigi of a word.

Bloody Gentleman!

Bloody and violent yet elegant—it sounds utterly absurd, but that's exactly how Xu Feng felt to him!

With Xu Feng making his move, Hong Xia naturally wouldn't let go of the precious opportunity to gain experience. Her figure moved like a ghost among the guards, and every strike took the lives of several guards.

Hikawa Tsunamoto's face was somewhat gloomy. He was displeased as he watched Xu Feng slaughter the Sakura people at the festival.

How could the people of my great Sakura Empire be slaughtered like pigs and dogs? Xu Feng, that damned guy, doesn't even treat the people of Sakura in this instance as human beings.

He wanted to speak up and dissuade him, but when he met Xu Feng's cold gaze, he felt a chill run down his spine.

This is a human butcher!

The look in Xu Feng's eyes, the kind that comes from killing at least tens of thousands of people, made him feel as if he had encountered his natural enemy. His legs trembled uncontrollably, his teeth chattered, and the words he wanted to say to dissuade him were swallowed back down his throat.

He had a premonition that if he tried to dissuade Xu Feng, Xu Feng would definitely attack him without hesitation.

Sweat soaked his back, and Nikawa Tsunamoto's throat twitched slightly, but he ultimately didn't dare to speak.

Mohanlar looked at Xu Feng with admiration.

He had never seen anyone perform killing with such elegance and horrific horror.

The bloodstains splattered on his clothes did not spoil Xu Feng's aura; instead, they added a touch of eerie oppression, which Xu Feng found incredibly appealing.

Only such warriors deserve respect, taking the blood of their enemies as honor.

As a Brahmin, he had never admired such a person so much. He suddenly felt that Mr. Xu Feng and he were the same kind of people!

Throughout the night, the mountain's pupils trembled as it gazed at the blood-soaked yet still upright and elegant figure in the arena, filled with nothing but awe. Just moments before, it had been hesitating whether to disrupt the ritual.

Only now did I realize that Xu Feng had never taken the so-called city lord or the so-called priest seriously from the very beginning.

This man is fully capable of single-handedly slaughtering an entire city.

Looking at the Imamura field where the ritual was being organized, he thought of the past, how his family had been swindled out of all their money by those despicable people.

These despicable guys are not only swindling money, but they're trying to swindle lives too?

An unnamed rage surged up in the mountain all night, and he could not suppress the raging fire within him.

He pulled out a strange-looking gun from his satchel and fired several shots at Imamura Tano.

Imamura Tano clutched his chest in disbelief, his eyes wide; he never dreamed of this.

The gun in the masked boy's hand could actually hurt him. He was the son of God, with a physique of ten points. Even a pistol could hardly break his skin!

But why did these bullets pierce his chest and embed themselves in his heart so easily?

Imamura Tano staggered, clutching his chest, trying to expel the bullets through self-healing.

However, the result disappointed him; the bullets were embedded firmly in his heart like ants clinging to a bone.

Imamura Tano felt his power had been greatly weakened.

He had originally planned to take down this inhuman-looking young man in a suit himself.

Before he could even make a move, a mysterious musketeer pierced his chest with several shots.

Imamura Tano felt short of breath and weak all over. Even though his wounds had healed, the bullet was still stuck inside him.

Not far away, Shirakami Yukihime covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes filled with shock. The priestess's kindness made her unable to bear watching such a killing, but she could not take her eyes off Xu Feng.

She shielded the little witches behind her to prevent Xu Feng from accidentally hurting them. In fact, Xu Feng had no intention of harming the little witches.

He could tell at a glance who was good and who was evil.

Xu Feng would never wrong any good person, nor would he let any bad person go unpunished!