Fang Zhen's expression was calm as he turned around. A mocking smile touched his lips as he looked at the black-clad woman who had tried to ambush him from behind.
"An ambush?"
"I didn't even have to dodge. I can still make you regret that."
Avera, who stood beside him, was stunned.
"The Night Shadow Family!" Avera cried out.
Just then, four or five more shadows drifted out from the woods like phantoms. Flickering in and out of sight, they were almost indistinguishable from true ghosts and ghouls, inspiring a sense of supernatural terror.
However, that was only true for ordinary people.
Fang Zhen wore a thermal imaging lens over one eye. His other eye was uncovered.
With his naked eye, he could only see faint, fleeting shimrs, as if his eyes were playing tricks on him; he couldn't make out any human shapes.
Through the thermal lens, however, he could clearly see five people closing in on him in a tactical wedge formation.
In that instant, he really wanted to laugh.
The Night Shadow Family's abilities were truly effective in the Crystal Bone Realm. As a clan of Assassins, they were a nightmare for many. Even the powerful couldn't necessarily escape their assassinations. They were the kings of the night.
But they had picked the wrong opponent.
A simple thermal imager had completely shattered the ability the Night Shadow Family took so much pride in.
As they lunged forward, the mbers of the Night Shadow Family were, in Fang Zhen's eyes, a bunch of clay pigeons, practically begging to be shot.
He didn't want to kill anyone, but their form was too perfect, the targets too obvious. It would be a disservice to his skills and equipnt not to take the shot.
'Alright, I'll try not to kill them,' he thought.
The five black shadows closed in. They were probably so used to their night-shrouding abilities working flawlessly that even with their companion injured, they hadn't realized Fang Zhen could see through their skills.
The two Assassins closest to Fang Zhen were now only six or seven ters away.
Fang Zhen raised his hand and fired.
"BANG!"
"BANG!"
After the two gunshots, two more black-clad Assassins grunted and fell to the ground, clutching their calves.
Those two shots were a rude awakening for the remaining three Assassins.
"He can see through 'Night Shroud'!" one of the won exclaid.
"A little late to realize that now," Fang Zhen said, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards. He raised his gun, preparing to fire again.
Suddenly, a fierce distortion rippled through the air before him. A man, judging by his build, broke out of his stealth, his true form erging from a faint shadow.
The next mont, the man suddenly split into three, three figures darting from his original spot to charge at Fang Zhen from different angles.
Fang Zhen frowned.
'What are all these weird techniques?'
He vaguely guessed that the black-clad man was using a crystal bone as a dium to channel energy and construct two energy clones of himself.
'Crystal bones can be used like that?'
Although Fang Zhen frowned, the Desert Viper in his hand was rock steady.
The black-clad man's technique was astonishing. However, he never could have imagined that the skill he took such pride in was being defeated by a thermal imager worth a re twenty thousand.
In the view of Fang Zhen's thermal imager, the black-clad man's real body glowed like hot coals. It was clearly on the left—that was the real one.
As for the nearly identical bodies in the center and on the right, while they had a thermal reading, it was nearly blue—not the temperature of a normal human body.
The black-clad man's highly refined skill, which was so effective in the Crystal Bone Realm, was a complete joke in Fang Zhen's eyes.
Seeing the man still trying to close in for the kill, Fang Zhen decided not to humor him.
"BANG!"
A gunshot rang out.
The black-clad man let out a grunt, staggered, and fell. He rolled twice on the ground, clutching his thigh, unable to get up.
The nine-milliter bullet had torn through his thigh, leaving a gaping wound of mangled flesh, almost big enough to stick a pinky finger into.
Fang Zhen's incredible skill—his ability to remain completely unfazed by their illusions and invisibility—terrified the last two mbers of the Night Shadow Family.
The two of them blew a special kind of whistle from their lips, producing a mournful, insect-like chirp as they rapidly retreated.
As they fell back, they used a special Body Technique, making their movents extrely erratic and hard to track.
Since these two hadn't attacked him yet, his Hyper-Sense Precognition hadn't activated. Fang Zhen raised his muzzle, but felt he probably couldn't land a precise shot. So, he shook his head, lowered his gun, and decided to save a couple of bullets.
'In any case, I've already wounded three of them. That's more than enough people to interrogate,' he thought.
But just then, the black-clad female Assassin—the first one who had ambushed him, the one he'd shot in the side—suddenly used what looked like a Secret Technique to unleash her life's potential. Her eyes turned blue. Fueled by rage, she forced herself to stand and lunged, stabbing her Thrusting Sword toward Fang Zhen's back.
Fang Zhen's Hyper-Sense Precognition activated. An assassination of this level posed no threat to him whatsoever.
His body blurred, creating an afterimage. He appeared to be standing in the sa spot, but he had actually already retreated two steps, leaving behind only a visual illusion.
It was the Assassination Step.
The female Assassin's sword hit nothing but air, and she collapsed to the ground once more.
Fang Zhen had already distanced himself from her.
Seeing her assassination attempt had failed, the female Assassin grit her teeth and thrust her sword into Fang Zhen's motorcycle.
Fang Zhen's eyes flew wide open.
The thin, blackened blade used for assassinations pierced the motorcycle's fuel tank, and gasoline began to gush out.
'Can't play fair, huh?' For the first ti, a surge of real anger rose within Fang Zhen.
The female Assassin seed to think the motorcycle was a living creature and the gasoline was its blood. Seeing the fuel spill out, she seed to derive so sort of satisfaction, a compensation for her failed attempt on Fang Zhen's life.
The female Assassin stabbed the fuel tank twice more with her thin sword, even twisting the blade around as if she were attacking a horse and worsening its wound. It was as if she thought this would "kill" the motorcycle more thoroughly.
'It's ruined.'
Fang Zhen watched and sighed.
His Jue Ying motorcycle, which had accompanied him through so many missions, was probably going to be scrapped here.
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