Ever since Penman beca the Penman of the Extraordinary Universal School, he hadn’t felt his heart race for a long ti.
And it’s been a long ti since he encountered such passionate "fans" like the ones trailing behind him...
From the perspective of the other party’s relentless pursuit, they genuinely seed to like him, like him to death.
Every ti Penman used the word "escape" to leave the scene, whether he appeared in a won’s restroom, a screw factory, a floor gap, a bus, or a subway, he would look up at the sky and soon notice that cloud rapidly approaching him.
Penman wanted to have a good talk with the other party, but no matter how he shouted or spoke, even if he scread his throat out...
"What the hell are you doing!"
"We have no quarrel!"
"Who the hell are you!"
"Bro, let go, bro!"
"..."
There was no way to communicate, no space or room for dialogue.
Just like a mute, dominating with silence.
What left Penman speechless...
Why!
Why could this psycho always find him?
He even fled to Valve City, but was still caught up by them!
Of course, while escaping, Penman was also thinking about how to battle the other party.
But the guy following behind him, Penman couldn’t figure out what his abilities were?
In the Extraordinary Circle, it’s known that during battle, you need to comprehensively and thoroughly understand your opponent’s powers to think about how to use your own to defeat them.
But...
What the heck is this guy’s power?
He can self-destruct without dying, control his pets to self-destruct without dying, fly, summon a sword out of thin air, use the sword to call down lightning for combat, completely ignore Penman’s abilities...
And currently, it seems he also has strong tracking abilities.
Do these abilities have even half a penny’s relationship with each other?
How can one person’s abilities be so diverse?
It doesn’t make sense!
How could I provoke such a multi-talented Extraordinary?
What was his initial ability anyway?!
Does his ability not have a basic underlying logic!!!
...
[Current scenario, can use Bad Breath Skill]
[You don’t have enough Toxic Legacy]
Lin Hao discovered that with the Bad Breath Skill, when there’s enough Toxic Legacy, it can use the Toxic Legacy to spiritually slap the opponent’s face, while without it...
It can be used as a "Tracking Technique".
Look, in such a large place, there’s only one target unit for the Bad Breath Skill, although Lin Hao can’t use the skill, he can fly towards the opponent’s direction!
Huh.
There’s a dense fog up ahead.
[You’ve entered a fog created by Word Spirit]
[As a Cultivator who has shed his mortal body, Residual Pill Ancestor Lin Hao is unaffected by the power of Word Spirit]
However, this fog couldn’t be said to have no impact on Lin Hao at all.
After all, his physical eyesight was still sowhat obstructed.
But it didn’t matter because when Lin Hao flew, his Divine Thought was fully operational.
Otherwise, flying around without following aviation paths...
He would’ve hit birds long ago.
Look, a swarm of uncontrollable drones appeared ahead and seed to be heading toward him.
It must be Penman’s work, heh...
I’ll fly straight up.
After multiple attempts, confirming that with his current escape speed, he wouldn’t be able to get away.
Penman ca up with a great idea to resolve his crisis!
He could seek help from Dog Legs!
...
Valve City.
Mayor’s Office.
"Our Extraordinary Universal School is an organization that loves peace and abides by order. See, until now we haven’t done anything to you! Does that not show our friendliness?"
Dog Legs spoke with a very gentle tone, slowly cutting the blood-stained clothes off the mayor with scissors as he spoke.
"It’s really a pity about all this blood flowing out of you."
Dog Legs gently tore a piece of cloth from the mayor’s body, but no matter how gentle he was, blood still trickled from the original scabbed wound.
"Oh dear, why is it bleeding again?"
Saying that, Dog Legs picked up an alcohol sprayer beside him—
Swoosh! Swoosh!
Pressed it twice for disinfection.
The unconscious mayor furrowed his eyebrows.
After placing the sprayer back on the table, Dog Legs carefully picked up a small piece of scab, placing it on his tongue.
"Ptooey."
Dog Legs spat the scab out that hadn’t fully dissolved on his tongue onto the ground and nodded satisfactorily.
"Not bad, just a little more effort and it’ll be done."
Dog Legs looked at the unconscious mayor, deciding to persuade him further.
Then, he apologized to the mayor:
"Better short term pain than long term pain!"
After saying that, Dog Legs quickly tore off pieces of the mayor’s clothes, not caring if it hurt or caused bleeding—tearing them off was the right thing to do.
He couldn’t let the wounds heal while the mayor was still clothed, right?
That’s too unlike the Extraordinary way!
Soon, the ground was piled with torn pieces of clothing, soaked with the mayor’s blood and skin...
Fragnts.
Seeing blood gushing from the mayor’s body, Dog Legs seriously washed his hands, disinfecting with alcohol gel, then tore open a pack of salt and poured it into his palm.
Then, he circled to the back of the mayor, slowly yet firmly pressing against his back, rubbing vigorously.
"Hmph."
The mayor abruptly opened his eyes, letting out a weak groan.
Blood gushed out again from his wounded body, making Dog Legs smack his lips in satisfaction:
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