Full Awakening: One F is trash, three me

Whoosh!

A dart shot towards us from the left rear.

A cold glint flashed in the moonlight.

Yang Han's body reacted faster than his mind; his neck snapped to the side, the black streak grazing his earlobe, and a few strands of hair fell to the ground.

The dart embedded itself in a dead tree three meters away.

boom!

The tree trunk burst open, sending debris flying everywhere.

Wow, that's fast! The force must be at least 5,000 kilograms!

The moment Yang Han turned around, he pushed off the ground and moved sideways, flipping his right hand to grasp the Zhenyue Staff in his palm.

While searching for the enemy, they also looked for cover.

However, the opponent had clearly waited for the right opportunity to strike, and the surroundings were open, with nowhere to hide.

Soon, they located several ancient trees towering about forty meters to their side and rear.

The dart came from that direction.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

There was no chance to catch their breath.

The sound of something cutting through the air rang out almost simultaneously, not just one or two.

More than thirty darts rained down, covering almost all the space in front, behind, left, and right where one could dodge.

They want him dead!

Yang Han raised the Zhenyue Staff and spun it at high speed, the staff's flourishes like a shield, covering most of the area in front of him.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

The sounds of metal clashing mingled together as darts were deflected, bounced off, and swerved.

But the coverage is too broad.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

Four darts pierced through the gaps in the stick and shield.

Two bullets pierced his right shoulder, one embedded in his chest, and one pierced his outer thigh.

The dart tip pierced the flesh, but was stopped by the dense muscle fibers. The wound was less than two centimeters long, and it could not go any further.

A sharp pain shot through me.

Yang Han laughed instead.

The laughter was somewhat cruel.

"You think you can kill me after revealing your location... well, you're the one who's going to die!"

Push off the ground and launch at full speed.

A speed of 52 meters per second, a distance of 40 meters, in less than a second.

Yang Hanchong reached the withered tree, and a figure emerged from behind it.

He was tall and thin, dressed in a black bodysuit, with a mask covering his mouth and nose, revealing only a pair of narrow eyes.

He held more than ten darts between his ten fingers, his finger movements were strange, like sharp claws growing on his hands.

A hint of surprise flashed in those narrow eyes.

Almost no one survived that volley of fire.

The guy in front of me didn't escape; he carried the whole thing through.

There was no time to be shocked; the person was already in front of me!

Whoosh whoosh!

The third dart went out of his hand.

At close range, it provides fan-shaped scattering, with no blind spots within five meters.

This is his killing range. Within this range, the rate of fire is faster and the power is greater.

Yang Han held the Zhenyue Staff horizontally in front of him, spun it around, and used the staff as a mobile shield.

With no cover available, the Zhenyue Staff is the best cover!

Ding ding ding... The darts hit the stick and bounced off.

Two more darts burrowed through the gap in the rotation, piercing the lower abdomen, where they were firmly held in place by the abdominal muscles.

Yang Han grunted, but didn't stop walking.

It didn't even slow down.

The man in black's pupils constricted sharply—it was too fast!

There wasn't enough time for a fourth round.

He drew two short blades from his waist, his talent was instantly activated, dark blue patterns appeared on his arms, his muscles swelled, and his speed suddenly increased.

The two short blades vanished in a blur.

One stab to the throat, one cleave to the heart.

Yang Han leaned back, the stab to his throat barely grazed his Adam's apple, cutting through a layer of skin.

There was no escaping that blow to the heart.

The short blade cleaved right in the center of his chest.

A metallic clanging sound rang out.

The blade is embedded in the muscle, held firmly by the bone and muscle fibers.

Not moving.

The man in black still gripped the hilt of his knife, and the recoil was clearly felt, as if he had struck a refined iron plate.

How could someone at the early stage of the Meridian Opening Realm possibly possess such a physical body?!

Yang Han grinned.

"Did you enjoy shooting?"

The Zhenyue staff swept horizontally at close range, targeting the opponent's waist.

The man in black reacted extremely quickly, drawing his knife and leaping away, instantly creating a two-meter gap.

But Yang Han was faster.

He then raised the tip of his stick, forcing the man in black to raise his blade to block.

The instant the double-edged sword blocked the staff, Yang Han had a dart in his left hand, which he had pulled from his shoulder.

呲!

The dart was thrown backhand, slicing across the opponent's right wrist joint.

The man in black groaned in pain as the short blade in his right hand fell off.

The flaws were exposed.

Yang Han gave them no chance to breathe.

The weight of the Zhenyue Staff instantly reached its maximum, ten thousand kilograms!

Hold the stick with both hands and raise it overhead.

The overlapping shadows of the dragon take shape.

The shadows of the three sticks overlap.

More than 20,000 kilograms were applied to a 10,000-kilogram rod.

The man in black felt a destructive force crashing down from above.

His eyes were filled with terror. He hastily raised his left arm and used the short blade to block, his dark blue patterns operating at full power.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

Click!

The short blade broke.

Bone fragmentation.

His entire left arm and half of his shoulder collapsed completely under the blow. The man in black was sent flying backward, crashing into two dead trees and spitting out a large cloud of blood mist.

Yang Han quickly caught up.

No nonsense.

Bang!

The Zhenyue staff slammed down, and the skull exploded.

The forest fell silent again.

Yang Han, panting heavily, stood for a few breaths, supporting himself with one hand on the stick.

After stretching his shoulders and back, the taut muscles relaxed and tightened, causing the darts embedded in the shallow layer to fall off. The wounds were then squeezed and closed by the surrounding muscles, and the bleeding stopped after only a few drops.

After removing the gauze and bandaging it simply, the pain compensation system went into overdrive, and intense pain surged like a tide, but my strength was also recovering at a visible speed.

He crouched down and took the other person's storage ring.

There wasn't much inside.

There were over a hundred darts, seven or eight bottles of high-grade Star Source Potion, as well as some Alliance Coins and daily necessities.

In a prominent location, there was a black token and a vial of medicine.

Yang Han took out the token and examined it closely in the moonlight.

The front features a ferocious ghost face totem, exquisitely crafted and exuding a chilling aura.

It's like they're making some kind of martial arts sect; I don't understand it.

I muttered a sarcastic remark to myself, then flipped it over to the other side.

Just two words.

"Hall Master".

Yang Han narrowed his eyes.

He had seen this totem in the black market basic information manual.

The Demon Thief's Gate.

Still at the level of a hall master.

The three leaders of the Demon Thieves' Sect each have their own unique skills: Needle Ghost is good at throwing darts, Shadowless is good at shooting arrows, and Ghost Soul is good at poison.

This must be the Needle Demon.

Their strength is indeed extraordinary; if it weren't for my own powerful physical body, I would have had a hard time dealing with them.

Long-range strikes...

Perhaps I should also increase my own capabilities in this area; otherwise, I'll be too passive when facing this type of enemy.

While thinking, Yang Han took out the potion from the ring again.

The blood-red liquid shimmered with an eerie light.

Yang Han was very familiar with that radiance.

Star Origin Talent Potion!

The second one.

What level of strength will I reach after drinking it all?

Putting everything else aside, his strength alone would increase by 5,000 kilograms within two days.

My heart is burning with passion.

After hastily burying the body, Yang Han rushed towards the base city.

With pain compensation, he can almost always maintain top speed.

While running, he quickly analyzed the situation.

Does the Needle Demon specifically target him, or does it only see him as a lone prey?

The latter is more likely.

I have always been cautious enough. The fact that the Zhang and Li families were able to find clues is based on the network of influence in the base city. The Demon Thieves' Sect does not have such powerful means.

Moreover, the potion is in the hands of the Demon Thieves themselves, so there's no reason for Needle Ghost to specifically hunt them down. He's probably just hunting lone warriors in the wild to scavenge resources for their escape.

I just bumped into it.

Shake your head and clear your mind.

He has only one thought right now...

Back in my rented room, I drank the talent potion!