After exposing his back to Xiao Feng, Neng Ren spread his legs slightly apart, bent forward, and placed his hands on the ground.
Then, he slapped his right hand against his thigh.
"Puff!"
It was the sound of clothes being torn apart.
Imdiately, Xiao Feng heard the sharp sound of wind being cut, as a rhombus-shaped dart flew straight from between Neng Ren's legs, from the middle to lower part of the body.
In that mont, everything went silent.
Xiao Feng hurriedly bent backwards, dodging the hidden weapon attack.
He couldn't help but feel that there was a strange sll lingering in the air above as he got back up, though he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination.
Not far away, Xue Nuofu, who was watching the fight, was dumbfounded. The expression and look in his eyes made it abundantly clear what he was thinking.
In summary, just one sentence: There's actually a move like this?!
"Pa! Pa!"
Neng Ren slapped his thighs twice.
"Puff! Puff!"
Two more darts flew straight at him.
Xiao Feng felt he couldn't take it anymore; if this continued, he would be utterly disgusted before he could force out all of his opponent's tricks.
The level of disgust was slightly better than that of the person who spits as soon as they et, but not by much.
With a light step, he cleverly jumped in front of Neng Ren and kicked out before he could slap his thighs again.
"Bang!"
Neng Ren was kicked in the buttocks, causing him to stumble forward; luckily, he quickly stabilized his posture after a few steps, but it was an exceedingly embarrassed stance.
Xue Nuofu sighed, covering his face, the light in his eyes gradually dimming.
It was ti to prepare to escape; otherwise, would he really have to sell himself or a kidney to repay his debt?
At this mont, Neng Ren stomped his feet again.
The familiar dark green smoke enveloped his figure, but this ti, he did not launch any hidden weapons. Without waiting for the smoke to disperse, Neng Ren stepped aside, revealing himself.
What appeared before Xiao Feng was no longer an ordinary face, but a beautifully exquisite face, akin to a fairy from a painting.
This almost magical scene left him montarily stunned.
And in that mont of surprise, Neng Ren seized the opportunity. He opened the gourd at his waist, releasing colored pellets while he rushed towards Xiao Feng.
The logic was simple: the closer the distance for such long-range attacks, the harder it is to dodge.
Just like shooting with a pistol, it's obviously easier to hit a target ten ters away than one a hundred ters away.
"Co on!" Xiao Feng's gaze sharpened as he started circling in the yard, continually closing the gap between himself and Neng Ren.
Two seconds later, there was less than five ters between them.
Xiao Feng lunged forward, closing in on Neng Ren's side, his fists raining down like a violent storm.
"Bang bang bang bang bang!"
The barrage of punches echoed like drumbeats in the yard, driving Neng Ren back, forcing him to hold his breath and persevere grimly.
He dared not let his breath go, as doing so would an falling entirely to the disadvantage, making a coback nearly impossible.
To be frank, although Xiao Feng's offensive was relentless, the force had noticeably diminished.
This was unavoidable; speed and power can only emphasize one point: if the force is greater, the speed inevitably decreases, and vice versa.
And after this series of blows, Xiao Feng found that the defense on the opponent actually deserved praise—his resistance to strikes was extraordinarily strong!
By now, Neng Ren was nearly backed into a corner.
He dared not delay any longer and stepped on the wall, using the rebound to launch himself towards Xiao Feng.
"Bang!"
After the collision, the distance between them widened.
Neng Ren bit his "pink lips" and said angrily, "You have no pity for the fairer sex, you're horribly hateful!"
"..." Xiao Feng.
That gentler-than-gentle voice could really fool soone.
"Want to see my real face?" Neng Ren asked in a female voice.
Without waiting for Xiao Feng to respond, he imdiately tore off the disguise.
"Rip!"
A skull face appeared.
Xiao Feng raised an eyebrow, not feeling particularly frightened, just curious about how many layers of disguise the other had on.
Disguise Technique is an intricate skill, requiring constant nding of flaws to achieve an unnoticeable effect.
And such a disguise, akin to sticking a layer of skin on the face, usually involves just one layer for those who can perform Disguise Technique, while those highly skilled can add an extra "surface disguise" on top.
But three layers are about the limit; any more would easily be exposed.
Neng Ren, with layer upon layer, who knows how many, is sothing Xiao Feng has never seen before.
"If that's all you've got, we can end this here," Xiao Feng said, leisurely approaching.
Neng Ren suddenly opened his eyes, and where it had been pitch-black, there appeared a pair of eyes, making for an amusing sight.
Watching Xiao Feng approaching step by step, he felt an unprecedented sense of oppression and crisis.
But he didn't plan to continue fighting, even if the most he ended up with was ten million.
After all, this was just a competition, not a life-or-death duel. So crucial cards should remain unplayed to avoid laying the groundwork for future trouble.
"Bang!"
Xiao Feng gripped Neng Ren's throat with one hand, smiling, "Anything else you got..."
Before he could finish, he saw Neng Ren's mouth bulging.
Xiao Feng frowned, imdiately releasing and retreating, but sothing flew from Neng Ren's mouth, hitting his neck.
Touching it, he found a startling red!
This was not blood, but so kind of paint, yet the implication was quite clear.
If it had been a blade just now, what he'd feel would have been real blood.
"Not bad." Xiao Feng chuckled, "You've got so skill.
But first, change your face. With that skull face and eyes in the sockets, it's too jarring."
"Alright!" Neng Ren agreed, tearing off the skull face and replacing it with the face of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, instantly looking much better and feeling less out of place.
Xue Nuofu breathed a sigh of relief, no longer worried about selling himself or a kidney.
"What do you teach?" Xiao Feng inquired.
Neng Ren pondered for a mont and replied, "Everything I've just displayed, I can teach it all, guaranteed to learn.
Besides that, simple combat techniques, creating hidden tools based on the terrain, and so on.
In short, you'll definitely feel your money's worth!"
When ntioning tools, Xiao Feng seed thoughtful.
In terms of online gas, Neng Ren's role would be akin to a mage.
He might not be great at hand-to-hand combat, but his thods were diverse and unexpected.
For instance, facing away to launch hidden weapons—ordinary folks wouldn't even conceive of this.
"Mind if I have a look at your mask?" Xiao Feng asked.
"Of course, no problem. You're the patron; I never refuse a patron's request if I can fulfill it."
With that, Neng Ren smiled and handed over a thin mask.
Xiao Feng held it in his hand and felt it; it felt a bit like a facial mask, but even against the sunlight, it didn't let much light through.
"This thing... isn't it made of human skin?" Xiao Feng couldn't help but suspect.
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