The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

That composed figure amidst the bloodshed was like a renowned blade drawn from its sheath, so sharp that one dared not look directly at it.

Shirakami Yukihime wanted to dissuade her, but after thinking about it, she realized that the only way to break the deadlock was to resort to force, as she was a native Japanese yokai.

She has a fairly good understanding of the Yamato people.

Fearing power but not virtue, it seems there is no more appropriate way than to use force right now.

Yu Xi loosened her grip on the knife hilt slightly, and a burning light ignited in her eyes.

She had never seen anyone so both elegant and violent.

She knew Xu Feng was very powerful, but she was surprised by how brutal he was when he actually fought. No wonder Ye Ningyun called him the Bloody Gentleman!

He truly deserves this title.

Hongxia flashed and stood beside Xu Feng, her dress already soaked in blood, like a blooming crimson flower.

Her eyes crinkled with laughter, her witch-like gaze filled with adoration. Her small hands gently swayed, occasionally sweeping away any stragglers for Xu Feng, her tone sweet and charming:

"Brother Xu Feng is so amazing! These bad guys are no match for him!"

The residents of the shrine were already paralyzed with fear, their cries, screams, and vomiting mingling together, along with the little shrine maidens who had been cheering that the lord was not dead.

At this moment, she huddled behind Shirogane Yukihime, trembling all over, tears streaming down her face, no longer daring to utter a single word about Lady Kagura's protection.

They looked at the corpses scattered on the ground and the flowing blood, then at the young man standing in the center of the blood, his clothes stained with red plum blossoms, his posture elegant.

I felt that it was a demon god that had come out of hell, even more terrifying than the monsters in legends.

Imamura Tano panicked completely. He was extremely weak, and his old face was completely drained of color.

His originally kind and benevolent appearance twisted into a terrified and ferocious one as he watched his guards and even the hidden Son of God being repeatedly killed and revived by Xu Feng.

Their original numerical advantage seemed utterly ridiculous in front of Xu Feng.

Doesn't this guy ever get tired?

His children have been resurrected at least twenty times, and this guy not only doesn't find it strange, but he continues to reap the lives of the children of God again and again.

This thing isn't human at all, what is it?

Imamura Tano took two steps back in fear. His face was pale, and he could no longer feign the innocence of an old man.

He backed away, his foot slipping on the pool of blood, nearly falling. The folding fan in his hand clattered to the ground, the sound trembling uncontrollably.

"What...what are you?! This is impossible! How could a mortal possess such power?!"

Xu Feng slowly raised his eyes, his gaze falling on Imamura Tano. His eyes were as calm as a deep pool of ice, yet they carried an oppressive force capable of crushing everything.

He walked slowly across the pool of blood, each step causing drops of blood to fall from his clothes and splatter on the ground. His steps were elegant and composed, like a gentleman attending a banquet.

The blood-stained ruler twirled between his fingertips before he finally gripped it firmly in his hand. The cold glint of the scalpel reflected in his aloof features, and the smile on his lips grew increasingly cruel, yet he still exuded an air of nobility.

Those sons of God, who had been killed many times, had long since shown fear on their faces.

This guy was simply beyond their ability to defeat, and they couldn't help but make way for Xu Feng, exposing Imamura Tano who was hiding behind him.

"I'll ask you one last time," Xu Feng stopped in front of Imamura Tano, looking down at him with a gentle yet undeniably domineering tone: "My lost companion, hand him over, or not?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand, and the ruler suddenly fell, smashing Imamura Tano's head once again.

The stench of blood grew stronger, and the corpses scattered on the ground made his figure appear even more solitary.

Despite being a blood-soaked butcher, he possessed the most elegant demeanor in the world, as if this slaughter was nothing more than a game he played casually.

The leaders of various countries dared not breathe, the residents trembled with fear, the shrine maidens wept uncontrollably, and black smoke rose from the severed neck of Imamura Tano, from which a fine head grew back.

He looked at the young man in the suit in front of him with a look of fear on his face.

He knew that the boy in front of him truly had the ability to turn the entire shrine, and even the entire city, into a bloodbath, a living hell.

He wasn't joking; he was serious.

But then, as if remembering something, Imamura Tano said in an extremely firm tone and attitude:

"It's no use, you can't kill me. No matter how many times I die, I will be resurrected. I am immortal."

"I know where your companions are, but I'm not telling you. What can you do about it?"

Xu Feng laughed, a laugh both elegant and cruel, and grabbed Imamura Tano by the neck, lifting him high into the air:

"Aren't you going to reveal your true form? You can't fight me like that!"

Imamura Tano's face turned pale and then red, and he spoke sharply on his aged face:

"Young man, you forced me to this! You fools should have just obediently been sacrificed, why? Why did you have to hinder our grand plan!"

Imamura Tano pulled out a small knife and, in front of everyone, cut open his chest and removed the bullets embedded in his heart.

This ruthlessness surprised everyone present.

The wound healed in the blink of an eye, and his entire body underwent a deformity, covered with dense, gray bone spurs. What was striking was that...

These bone spurs are covered with black eyes of all sizes, which is quite unsettling.

At this moment, Imamura Tano had completely lost his human form, lying prostrate on the ground like a bone chariot covered with eerie eyes, which was terrifying.

The residents of the town screamed in horror as they looked at Imamura Tano, who had turned into a monster.

"This...this is the city lord?"

"How could the city lord be a monster?"

"So, the monster that's been attacking us is actually the city lord?"

The residents screamed in disbelief.

However, facing the residents' terrified gazes, Imamura Tano chuckled and remained unconcerned:

"Young man, it is your honor that you have pushed me to this extent. In my current form, my strength and defense are more than ten times that of an ordinary person, and my reaction speed is unparalleled, reaching an astonishing eight times."

"Moreover, I am covered in eyes all over my body, which means that your every move will be seen by me, and I cannot be ambushed. In addition, I am immortal."

"You can kill me once, but you can't possibly kill me a thousand times, can you?!"

"Young man, if I were you, I would obediently surrender, for I am invincible!"

Xu Feng looked at Imamura Tano, who was muttering a lot of things to himself.

His expression remained elegant as he turned the ruler and scalpel around.

"Are you finished? If you are, I'm going to start interrogating you."