The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

James's heart leaped into his throat when he saw the bloodied gentleman charging out amidst a hail of bullets.

This barrage of firepower is far stronger than when he dealt with the Bloody Gentlemen at the Pseudo-Human Academy, yet he just charged straight out like that.

Could he really withstand such a dense barrage of fire?

The Bloodstained Gentleman walked straight forward without any cover, causing both sides to pause and stare at the elegant and composed middle-aged man as if he were a fool.

Is this guy crazy? Why isn't he hiding behind cover? Isn't he afraid of getting riddled with bullets?

Looking at the crab-men in front of him, Xu Feng couldn't help but think of the fearless mechs.

The crab-men were slightly taken aback, then immediately aimed six American-style pistols and submachine guns at Xu Feng, unleashing a barrage of firepower.

What happened next left everyone speechless.

Xu Feng stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his face still bearing that calm and elegant smile, holding two objects, one long and one short, in his hands.

The slender ruler and the gleaming scalpel danced and spun rapidly between his fingers like living things, parrying with precision.

A hail of bullets whistled toward him; the bullets in a gang shootout weren't very accurate, and most of them went astray.

The firepower unleashed by these crabmen and Skull Gang members was far easier for him than when he dealt with foreign mercenaries on the national highway.

The shrill whistling of metal bullets tearing through the air echoed through the streets.

No matter how fast, dense, or tricky the bullets came, they were all precisely stopped by those two streaks of light.

With a light flick of the pointer, a row of submachine gun bullets were sent flying, sparks flying and the crisp sound of metal colliding echoed in the air.

The scalpel spun around, and the stray bullet that grazed past his ear was instantly deflected, blowing Xu Feng's hair and embedding itself in the cement wall beside him.

He walked unhurriedly, each step landing between the hail of bullets, as if he were wrapped in an invisible barrier, the barrage of fire unable to even touch the hem of his clothes.

Elegance and violence blended perfectly at this moment. The middle-aged man's calm stride made him look less like someone fighting for their life in a hail of bullets and more like someone leisurely strolling in an afternoon garden.

This scene brought the fighting in the entire street to a standstill, and even the sound of gunfire became somewhat scarce.

James, who was folding a mannequin on the roadside, stared wide-eyed. Although he had expected it, the scene before him was far beyond his comprehension.

Back in the fake academy, the Bloody Gentleman's strength wasn't nearly as great as it seemed.

This is not parrying at all; it is absolute contempt for bullets and firepower!

He had originally thought that the Bloody Gentleman would be in a bit of a mess dealing with this dense barrage of fire, but to his surprise, he handled it with such ease.

Oh, damn it, this demon has become even more powerful.

James even suspected that the bullets couldn't actually hurt the Bloody Gentleman; he was just pretending to deflect the bullets to prevent the enemies from fleeing in despair.

He was somewhat desperate, and didn't know if the Bloody Gentleman still remembered him.

James now had only two thoughts: either escape as soon as possible, or abandon his sense of shame as an elite of the United States and become a traitor to the United States, joining the Bloody Gentlemen.

Besides, facing the incredibly powerful Bloody Gentleman, James couldn't even muster the slightest thought of dealing with him.

This is considered a mid-range game. Unless he gets his hands on another artifact similar to the Iron Maiden, he won't be able to deal with the Bloody Gentleman.

If such a mysterious artifact truly existed, the price he would have to pay would likely be far beyond what he could afford.

The Ice Folding Man beside him was still staring at him with a wise look, tilting his head.

Although James was inwardly turmoil, he dared not show the slightest shock on his face.

As a psychologist, he is still able to control his emotions very well.

He dared not gamble on whether the folding ice next to him was actually fake.

If he were to fake it, he would die right there. To be on the safe side, James decided to use his left eye as a lookout and his right eye as a sentry to observe everything on the court.

If anything seems amiss, or if the Ice Folding Man next to him gets hit by a stray bullet, he immediately takes off running.

Even more shocked than James were the crab people who confronted Xu Feng directly.

The crab-men froze completely, their six gun-wielding hands suspended in mid-air, their scarlet compound eyes wide open in disbelief.

They initially thought this unkempt, somewhat roguishly elegant middle-aged man was courting death.

In the blink of an eye, their once-proud concentrated firepower became a useless decoration.

The humans before them were like untouchable myths, perfectly blocking their barrage of fire.

In the shadows of a second-floor window in the alley, the Skull Gang's chosen one from the Beacon Kingdom suddenly changed his expression.

He stared intently at Xu Feng, who remained elegant and composed amidst the hail of bullets, his expression no different from someone who had eaten shit.

He just ate shit at the banquet, and now he's run into this amazing guy.

This Mist Kingdom War instance is indeed extraordinary. Chad is a Chosen One with a score of 1360, and can be considered a local. His public identity is a minor leader of the Skull Gang.

His covert identity is that of a CIA agent responsible for collecting evidence of the Skull Gang's crimes, which he then uses to blackmail the gang into obeying the government of the quirky town.

The original owner was idle while receiving double pay because the rewards were indeed generous, and Chad, after taking on this role, also chose not to complete the underworld identity and receive double pay.

He also plotted to kill the leader of the Skull Gang, become the leader himself, amass more Ghost Coins, and make a fortune.

He made a deal with the abnormal entity, using the power of the Crabman to sweep through the Iron Axe Gang and build his prestige within the Skull Gang, thereby increasing his prestige and capital.

But to his utter surprise, the Iron Axe Gang also harbored an unusual entity.

Moreover, judging from the power he just displayed, this being's status and strength far surpass those of the crab-men he was cooperating with!

His meticulously planned scheme and all-or-nothing deal became a complete joke at this moment.

Seeing that Xu Feng could deflect bullets, the crab-men dropped the submachine guns they were holding on their segmented limbs, and spread their crab claws, saying:

"Fellow countryman, I think there's no need for us to clash. We apologize for offending your territory and will leave now."

Xu Feng smiled slightly, a refined yet cruel smile on his face, and said:

"You came to my territory, killed and injured so many of us, and you think you can just send us away with a flimsy apology? Who gave you permission to leave?"

Xu Feng looked at the crab-men's limbs and mouths, which were covered with some unknown blood and flesh.

He knew that these heretics had to be destroyed!

"So what do you want? We're just as fearless as you are with bullets. If you're not satisfied, I can give them all to you."

The crab-man in the lead pointed with his claws at the pale-faced skeleton gang members behind him, and said in a very rational manner:

"I admit you are strong, and the few of us may not be your match, but our Crab Clan alone numbers in tens of thousands in the Grotesque Town."

"And you only have one monster. No matter how powerful you are, you can't possibly kill us all, can you?"