Observing the rapidly spinning elental mass, Feng Xue instantly realized what was happening. Without any hesitation, he reached up to pull his hood tighter, stepping forward with the movent technique he had learned from his assassin training, and he charged towards the door.
Simultaneously, he didn't forget to twist his head and aim the Golden Finger panel at the remaining corpses. As he continuously pressed the Refining button, the corpses nearby that hadn't yet fallen victim to Feng Xue swiftly turned into handfuls of flying ash.
[Refining success, Elent[Death]obtained, gained [Identity]25 Ta.]
[Refining success, this ti...]
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The rare consecutive successes didn't catch Feng Xue's attention. He strode with full force, flashing through and rushing out of the dilapidated house.
His previous impression of the Suture monster was too exaggerated, completely deterring him from the thought of confrontation.
However, although he intended to run, the monster behind him was not willing to let him go. Accompanied by a roar filled with intense bitterness, Feng Xue felt a chill across his back!
"Danger!" Overwheld by a strong sense of crisis, Feng Xue's scalp tingled. He exerted all his strength to turn his body, but he still felt a sharp pain graze across his left rib. Had he not undergone assassin training according to the thods provided by the labels, and had he not just unlocked the Transport elent, that strike would have certainly pierced his back.
Enduring the pain, he rolled on the spot, stood up, and continued running. There were no wounds on his clothes, but the pain under his ribs and the slick, moist sensation proved he was bleeding.
Pressing his hand near the wound on his left rib, Feng Xue tried to stop the bleeding by applying pressure while he ran with all his might. Regrettably, after the attack, the speed boost from the Silent Boots was significantly reduced. Otherwise, he felt he could have run even faster.
This thought didn't last long before he suddenly halted, as a figure appeared in front of him, blocking his path.
It was a woman with a lovely face, indistinguishable from that of an ordinary person except for her bloodless skin. She was clad only in a piece of rag that couldn't even be called clothing, holding a pale short sword in her right hand, her entire presence overflowing with intense bitterness.
While her appearance made her seem more like a unfortunate woman who had just suffered violence than a harbinger of doom, Feng Xue had no intention of interacting with her. In his vision, above the woman's head, a sphere filled with extensive mosaics and chaotic data was wildly spinning, containing four discernible elents——
[Death],[Female],[White Bone],[Resentnt.]
"I can understand the others, but where did this 'White Bone' elent co from? Is it because of my dissections?" This was the first ti Feng Xue felt he might be receiving karmic retribution. He silently vowed that from then on, he would treat cadaver teachers with appropriate respect and try to restore the corpses to their original state after learning, but the ominous figure opposite obviously didn't intend to give him a chance for repentance. It seed only a blink of an eye before the bloodless body reappeared in front of Feng Xue, and with a snap of her fingers, the bone-pale short sword could pierce his chest.
No, that wasn't like a bone—it was indeed a bone!
The days of assassin training finally paid off at this mont. Feng Xue instinctively raised his right hand, and as his middle finger bent, a short blade popped out from under his wrist. Sparks flew as the Bone Knife clashed with the short blade, but blood still flowed from Feng Xue's sleeve that successfully blocked the strike.
"Ignore the block? Or an energy attack?" Enduring the pain, Feng Xue swung his arm, pushing the female monster back. Despite her speed being fast, her body was eerily light, so it didn't take much effort for Feng Xue to force her back.
However, the unblockable attack was too tricky, and Feng Xue dared not engage in a tough battle, but based on his previous escape experience, his speed was far inferior to hers.
"Phew... night, female... luckily, there was no fog today," Feng Xue felt the pain under her ribs and in her forearm as she took a couple of short breaths. Her eyes beca sharper, and by then, she had abandoned any thoughts of escaping. With a twist of her wrist, the Suffocation Blade imdiately flew towards the ominous sign ahead.
This on's intelligence was clearly stronger than the previous Suture Monster. Seeing the Short Blade coming, it imdiately waved its Bone Knife to deflect it. However, Feng Xue didn't care that her weapon had failed to achieve its purpose, for in that brief mont, her right hand had already drawn the weapon hidden inside the sleeve on her left arm.
It was a large black dagger, about 20 centiters long, with a fierce arc and serrations, and its chilling blade was even quenched with specks of cold light.
That wasn't just a description. In fact, at that mont, the blade really was emitting light!
It wasn't white light or a gentle glow, but a chilling temperant, as if entwined by endless resentnt, filled with intimidation.
As the Short Blade darted forward, the on in front of her stiffened montarily. It was during this gap that Feng Xue, having adjusted her posture, burst forth!
A chilling streak of blade light traced a frigid path through the night sky. Yet she wasn't faster than the on. As Feng Xue was half a ter away from the on, its sharp white bone short sword reached her first, but at the sa mont, Feng Xue's dagger also swung out!
"Clang!"
After a sound like tal clashing, the on's white bone short sword broke off seamlessly, as if cut by a freshly sharpened kitchen knife through jelly.
But the on had no ti to be shocked because, the mont the short sword broke, Feng Xue's sharp blade had already cut in from its right shoulder, slicing downward as easily as a hot knife through butter, cleaving the body into two slanted halves.
However, Feng Xue's assault did not stop there. Unsure if this on had a resurrection chanism, he continued to swing his dagger until the mosaic-filled sphere in his vision began to disperse. He finally ceased his actions but, just to be safe, he turned on the Refining function targeting the scattered corpse.
[Refining successful, gained [Identity]5047 towers.]
"No labels and elents? How could a corpse usually worth at most 40 towers turn into an on and produce so many [Identity]?"
Feng Xue looked at the prompt given by Golden Finger, not quite understanding the principle behind it, but this at least proved that the on would no longer revive.
As his spirit relaxed, the pain surged back, but now that the combat was over, the effects of treating external injuries with Silent Boots began to slowly manifest.
Feeling the tingling sensation at his wounds, Feng Xue looked back shakily at the main combat weapon he had inadvertently crafted during a previous battle in his hand—
Na: Phantom Object·Dismantling Holy Mother
Elents: [Weapon], [Female], [Night], [Fog], [Slicing], [Dissection]
Description: A weapon imbued with the resentnt of countless fetuses unable to be born due to abortion. When the conditions "at night", "the target is female (or female of the species)", and "there is fog" are t, it can, regardless of any conditions, pull out the target's organs from their body, turning them into dissected corpses. When not all conditions are t, it is rely a sharp weapon; however, its power increases with more conditions.
Note: Mom...
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