How can there be such a strong superpower?

What kind of ancient artifact can achieve this level?

He doesn't understand.

Why can't I activate my signature technique even once?

He doesn't understand.

A bleeding man, a pig, a waste, facing himself, why haven't he died yet.

He doesn't understand!

"Why don't you die!!!"

When Feng Zhen thought of this, he stretched out his hand again to exert his power and roared in frustration.

The technique still didn't work.

And a shadow suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking the sunlight.

Feng Zhen slowly raised her head and realized that Chen Lusi had already walked in front of her.

"..."

Feng Zhen looked at Chen Lusi's expressionless face, and a huge fear instantly surrounded him.

His calves began to tremble, then his hands, then his lips, and then... his teeth began to chatter.

“…Who the hell are you!? What the hell are you!?”

In extreme fear.

Feng Zhen finally stopped thinking about his invincible skills at the same level, and instead used physical skills that he was not good at. He raised his fist, strengthened it, and punched Chen Lusi.

Chen Lusi casually moved sideways to avoid his fist, while opening his left hand.

Cohesion.

A spirit ball took shape instantly.

Chen Lusi took a step sideways and then pushed hard into his abdomen with his palm.

vomit--

Feng Zhen suddenly arched his body and vomited a large ball of sticky saliva. Before the pain in his stomach came, the spirit that was forced into his body exploded first.

A violent spirit began to run rampant within him.

Severe pain came.

Feng Zhen covered his abdomen and slowly knelt on the ground.

But before his knees could touch the ground, a big hand suddenly appeared and grabbed his neck. Instead of letting him kneel down, he was lifted up by force.

"Well--"

Feng Zhen felt a strong sense of suffocation and immediately struggled.

But since he couldn't call upon the spirit in his body, he was not much stronger than an ordinary person at this moment.

Chen Lusi's hand that was pinching his neck did not move at all, and he slowly lifted him up.

"Does having ability mean you are superior to others?"

"Sow? Bastard?"

"You don't have it now, why don't you curse again?"

Chen Lusi slowly tightened his grip on Feng Zhen's neck, looked at Feng Zhen whose face had turned purple, and spoke softly.

Feng Zhen felt an increasingly strong sense of suffocation and began to struggle even more violently, kicking frantically with his feet off the ground.

Chen Lusi looked at him calmly, raising his other hand slightly.

Flesh twisted.

A thin blade suddenly appeared.

When Feng Zhen saw this scene, he realized something, stopped struggling immediately, and opened his eyes wide.

But before he could react.

puff--

Chen Lusi waved his left hand upwards.

His entire left arm flew out.

A large amount of blue blood gushed out and splashed on Chen Lusi's face.

Feng Zhen opened his mouth wide, like a drowning fish, and his eyeballs seemed to be bulging out.

next second.

His entire face was instantly covered with snot and tears.

The pain was so severe that I couldn't even scream.

He began to twitch wildly as if in a convulsion, and his pants were slowly stained with yellow water stains.

"..."

When the Mirror Ghost in the distance saw this scene, he sat down on the ground.

This moment.

Everything is silent.

Only Chen Lusi's voice was heard.

He shook the blood off the knife, then looked at Feng Zhen and said calmly:

"Tell me, you want to become stronger, is it just to do this kind of thing?"

"Survival of the fittest?"

"Whoever has the bigger fist has the final say?"

"Now there's someone stronger than you, what will you do?"

"Answer me, bastard!"

81. Chapter 81 Fear (35)

81.

2023-08-05

Chen Lusi asked a question.

In the eerie silence.

far away.

Next to the car.

Xia Panqiu woke up in a daze. The moment she regained consciousness, she immediately forced her head up and looked in the direction of Chen Lusi.

Then, he was stunned.

Chen Lusi grabbed Feng Zhen's neck and lifted her up with one hand.

Feng Zhen, who had been so arrogant just now, was now swinging his legs and struggling like a drowning fish.

She looked at Chen Lusi's back, came back to her senses, and couldn't help but sniff lightly.

...That's amazing.

the other side.

Chen Lusi pinched Feng Zhen's neck, and after asking, he looked at him quietly.

But he didn't get an answer.

Feng Zhen convulsed, and suddenly stretched out her only remaining hand, tightly grasping his wrist. Her tear-stained face was filled with anger, confusion, fear, pleading, and hatred entangled together.

Why didn’t anyone tell him...that there were people like this in Xia Yue’s team.

why.

"..."

"Begging for mercy?"

Chen Lusi looked at him, his azure eyes devoid of emotion. "So, so-called ego and belief are so cheap? Or is this just a survival instinct? So, when you were calling my two teammates "sow" and "little bastard" just now, wantonly insulting them, why didn't you consider that they wanted to live, too?"

"Or are you afraid of death? Then why do you take it for granted that the dead are like puppets? If you fear death, why do you insult the dead?"

"..."

Feng Zhen gripped Chen Lusi's wrist even tighter. Looking at Chen Lusi, who remained calm even at this moment, fear filled his entire face.

He struggled even more violently, with expressions of fear and pleading intertwined on his face. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a word.

"So you only have this embarrassing expression... I thought you'd be a little different from calling me a captive pig."

"In the final analysis...it's just that I feel I'm superior to others."

"It's really annoying."

"I'm disgusted by you and feel physically sick."

"besides……"

Chen Lusi looked at him, shook his head, then slowly raised the knife, paused, and said softly, "You are trash."

He is not loud.

But it reached Feng Zhen's ears clearly.

Feng Zhen suddenly stopped struggling, as if he had heard the most insulting words in his life. He opened his eyes wide, opened his mouth and tried hard to speak.

But didn't wait for him to speak.

Chen Lusi suddenly loosened his grip... and then, a cold light flashed.

Feng Zhen's head flew out directly.

In the end, he was unable to refute Chen Lusi's words.

...and die with eyes closed.

"what!!!"

Feng Zhen's head flew out, fell to the ground and rolled several times.

A scream suddenly rang out.

The mirror ghost looked at Feng Zhen whose eyes were fixed on him, screamed, and without caring about his bloody arms, he turned around and dived into the mirror.

Chen Lusi's blue eyes swept across the mirror.

Then, it disappeared in an instant.

Technique - 'Rush'

The mirror ghost kept moving in the mirror, using his authority madly as if he didn't care about his life.

Feng Zhen is dead?

Feng Zhen died just like that?

Feng Zhen, who was stronger than Lu Hao in terms of combat power, died just like that?

Or was he killed by a bleeding one?

What kind of monster is that!!!

I shouldn’t have come! I shouldn’t have come!!!

The more the Mirror Ghost thought about it, the more fear appeared on his face, and the faster he moved.

soon.

He left primary school.