The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

As soon as the white glove was loosened, the sugar-coated apple fell silently to the ground, and the maggots crawling on it immediately scattered everywhere.

Seeing that Xu Feng remained nonchalant throughout, as if the dozens of thugs before him were nothing more than ants on the roadside, Abaddon was instantly blinded by rage and roared fiercely:

"You little brat, you're pretty arrogant! Get him! Break both his legs, I want him begging for mercy!"

The steel pipes and spiked clubs gleamed coldly under the dim green light. A group of high-spirited henchmen, their pupils unfocused and faces contorted with rage, roared as they charged forward.

Under the influence of drugs, they had long forgotten what fear was, feeling invincible and easily defeated by the slender figure before them.

Abaddon's lips curled into a cruel smile, as if he could already see Xu Feng kneeling on the ground, weeping bitterly.

But the next second, the smile on his face suddenly froze.

The only sound in the air was a series of crisp, teeth-grinding cracking sounds of bones breaking.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no ferocious howl.

Only Xu Feng's white-gloved hands casually swung out.

The henchman at the front didn't even have time to scream before his body was crushed by an invisible force, folded into a bizarre angle.

It flew out like a rag doll, slamming hard onto the bar, splattering liquor and broken glass all over the floor.

People kept coming forward, but no matter how frantically they attacked, they couldn't even touch the hem of Xu Feng's clothes.

The man remained standing, his posture as upright as a pine tree, a smile on his face that was elegant to the point of being almost sickly.

Every raised hand, every light step, felt like attending an elegant banquet, not a massacre.

Someone swung a stick at him, but Xu Feng dodged it lightly to the side and gently poked the other person's shoulder with his fingertip.

"Click."

His shoulder bone shattered instantly, and the man screamed as he flew backward, landing lifeless.

Someone lunged at him from the side, but Xu Feng casually flicked his hand, his white glove brushing against his abdomen with a force as light as brushing away dust.

But it sent the burly man flying into the air, crashing heavily against the wall, his body contorted into a folded screen before slid down softly.

In just three seconds, the seven or eight people who rushed up had all turned into a pile of mud without any support, lying on the ground convulsing and groaning, unable to stand up again.

Abaddon's pupils constricted, his hair stood on end, and he made a sound of disbelief.

This is not human!

This is a monster in human skin!

Could it be that the monsters hidden in the grotesque town have come knocking on our door?

That shouldn't be happening!

The Iron Axe Gang has always kept to themselves and these monsters, so why would they come looking for them?

Could it be that some idiot hung a sugar-coated apple on the monster's doorstep?

Abaddon wanted to give a good scolding to his unreliable underlings.

But he felt a dryness in his throat, and staring at the figure on the field as upright as a pine tree, he roared hysterically:

"Charge! He's only one person! There are so many of us, are we afraid of him?!"

Abaddon tried to use numbers to mask the fear surging in his heart.

Driven to madness by the drugs and the leader's roars, the remaining henchmen swarmed in with bloodshot eyes, overturning tables and chairs, shattering bottles, and creating chaos in the bar.

Xu Feng slightly raised his eyes, standing elegantly in the center of the chaos, his clothes spotless and without a single wrinkle.

"Oh? It seems you're not going to reason with me."

He sighed softly, a hint of regret in his voice, and spread his hands out like a conductor of a play, a touch of pleasure on his face:

"Coincidentally, I also quite enjoy talking about force."

He had originally intended to keep this group of people and recruit them for his own use, but at this moment he completely gave up on that idea.

A bunch of idiots whose minds have been destroyed by enhancers and who don't even know fear are not even qualified to be subordinates.

The next moment, the demon sword Thousand Souls silently slipped from his fingertips.

The oppressive aura of the title "Bloody Gentleman" suddenly erupted.

The red bandage wrapped around the hilt suddenly billowed and rustled under the invisible air pressure.

A cold and eerie red light emanated from the blade, as if it were thirsting for blood.

The last trace of pity in Xu Feng's eyes faded, replaced by an unfathomable indifference.

"A pitiful and fragile life."

He spoke softly, his tone as gentle as if reciting a poem:

"Then let us borrow your heads to consecrate our swords."

The overwhelming pressure of the Bloodthirsty Gentleman erupted without reservation!

It was a terrifying aura that transcended all mortals, making the air in the entire underground bar seem to freeze.

But the underlings, already high on drugs, were oblivious to this and continued to charge forward fearlessly, one after another.

Xu Feng made a move.

There were no ferocious slashes, no clumsy fighting, only extremely elegant, extremely precise, and extremely deadly strikes.

The demon sword in his hand was like a dancer's ribbon; with each light swing, it drew a thin but deadly line of blood.

The blade flashed past, and the arm flew off.

The blade spun, and the throat was split open.

The blade slashed diagonally, cleanly slicing open the chest.

Even as blood splattered, Xu Feng always turned slightly to the side, his white gloves and clothes remaining spotless, maintaining a perfect and gentlemanly demeanor.

Someone swung an axe at him, but he simply raised his wrist.

The demonic sword struck the axe blade precisely, and the immense force rebounded, sending both the man and the axe flying, the sound of bones shattering echoing throughout the room.

Someone attacked him from behind. Without turning his feet, he swung his knife backhand, the blade nimbly piercing his heart. As he pulled it out, he didn't forget to wipe the blood with a handkerchief.

Screams, the sound of bones cracking, and the thud of heavy objects hitting the ground filled the entire bar.

The Iron Axe Gang members, who had been so arrogant just moments before, now fell down in droves, like harvested straw.

Severed limbs, blood, and internal organs were spread out on the ground, turning the once filthy bar into a living hell.

Xu Feng walked slowly and gracefully through the pool of blood, a gentle yet cruel smile always on his face.

He wasn't fighting.

He is carrying out an execution, he is conducting a trial!

In less than half a minute, none of the dozens of assailants were still standing.

The ground was a mess, and the wailing gradually subsided.

The demon sword Thousand Souls hummed softly in his hand, as if it had drunk its fill of blood and was satisfied.

Xu Feng lowered his eyes, gently wiped away the last drop of blood from the blade with a handkerchief, and slowly raised his eyes.

His gaze calmly fell on the man in the corner, who was already trembling with fear and whose face was ashen.

Abaddon.

That arrogant little boss who just moments ago demanded 200,000 ghost coins.

He collapsed to the ground, urine streaming down his trousers, too weak to even stand up.

He finally understood.

What kind of monster did I provoke?

Xu Feng, carrying a knife, walked towards him step by step, his leather shoes making a soft but deadly sound as they stepped into the pool of blood.

"Now, we can properly calculate... the interest."

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Meanwhile, the French Chosen One, hiding under the table, covered his mouth tightly, his face filled with fear.

This is the French Chosen One who attended the same pseudo-human academy as Xu Feng.

He was a veteran who was brought in to retrieve valuable items worth millions and then evacuate. He thought that joining the largest gang in the Ryutak district would make him safe.

But who would have thought that they would run into the Bloody Gentleman right in front of them!

He wouldn't mistake this elegant yet brutal killing scene; this was the Bloody Gentleman!

Damn it, why is that Bloody Gentleman still chasing me?

No, hiding like this isn't a solution; if I'm discovered, I'll definitely be dead.

The French Chosen One hastily raised his hands, somewhat dazed and confused, and said:

"Shine my shoes! Oh! No... I'm French, I surrender!"