Chapter 617 This is not how you act as a brother

"The first pair of eyes are shadows, the second pair of eyes are the real body!"

The tall and thin old man turned over like a kite, and instantly locked onto the second [Mask] with a fierce smile on his sallow face:

"[Mask] you finally couldn't hold it back anymore and showed up."

[Masked] stood there, gently brushing off the dust on his waist and abdomen. His clothes were torn by a kick, revealing his pale skin.

There was no anger in his voice, he just smiled faintly:

"Kill people if you want, why do you want to frame me? Shouldn't I come out and clarify this?"

[Mask] paused, then sighed and said:

"I am actually a very generous person and I don't mind others throwing dirty water on me. However, it is too much for an elder brother to kill his younger brother and put the blame on others."

The tall old man frowned, and out of the corner of his eye he saw another [Mask] also opening his mouth to speak:

"I really can't stand it, because I am also a brother, and I must say one thing - this is not how a brother should be..."

The tall old man's cheeks trembled, his eyes looked so gloomy that water seemed to drip out, and then he said angrily:

"What a fool you are! You are nothing but a rat in the sewers of downtown, wallowing in the water and afraid of the light!

I was lucky enough to get some leftovers from the evil sacrifice table, in exchange for a little bit of power... "

His words were full of contempt and his heart was filled with anger. He could not tolerate anyone being disrespectful to his master.

"You dare to bark in front of me. Do you know the identity of my master? You don't know anything, and you dare to speak nonsense here?"

The tall old man laughed in anger, and his violent and ferocious aura was like a real storm, erupting with him as the center, stirring up the thick darkness and pungent stench in the well!

Murderous intent surged in his heart, and he pounced forward with one step.

He placed his palms together, stepped forward, grabbed the [Mask]'s face with one palm, and landed the other on his chest.

At the same time, he screamed, and every word was engraved with loyalty that was ingrained into his bones? ! !

"We are willing to frame you. That is the honor bestowed upon you by our young master. It is a great grace from heaven. Otherwise, with your rotten fate, how could you be qualified to have any connection with Young Master Kuang Yan?"

In the eyes of the tall old man, the special envoy deserved to die a thousand times, but even in death he was still a thousand times more noble than [Mask].

Now that the "honor" of killing Kuang Yan can be pinned on [Mask], this is not a frame-up, it is clearly alms, a blessing from heaven that [Mask] cannot even ask for even if smoke comes out of his ancestors' graves!

Who would have thought that [Mask] was not only ungrateful, but also had the audacity to speak out and criticize the young master behind him?

He really doesn't know how to respect others and is extremely rebellious.

[Mask] stood still, with his head tilted slightly to the left.

The chest and shoulders suddenly cracked, and white bone spurs protruded like thorns, instantly intertwining into a cluster of white bones.

"Hey, respect and inferiority? Don't you know that these two words don't exist in the villain's dictionary?"

“Dang! Chi——!”

The tall old man poured all his strength into his palms and struck down fiercely.

The five fingers of his left hand that were grabbing the mask were stuck by several sharp bone spurs that protruded from one another. The nails rubbed against the bones, making a clanging sound like the sound of metal clashing.

The knife in his right hand cut off two protruding ribs, but failed to completely penetrate the layers of bones, splashing a cluster of dazzling sparks.

A cold voice with a metallic texture came from behind the white mask:

"Haha, you are stupid, old man. The words 'respect' and 'subordinate' never exist in the dictionary of us villains!"

In the gaps between the dense bones, the magatama in the pupils of the [Mask] was spinning at an inhuman speed, transforming into a bloody kaleidoscope:

"I really don't know who the master behind you is, but I will find out in no time. But your master will never know the true face under my mask in his lifetime!"

"presumptuous!"

The tall and thin old man shook his arms suddenly, and a tremendous amount of energy gushed out. His wide sleeves fluttered in the strong wind.

“Crack! Crack! Crack—!”

The dense and sharp sound of bones breaking sounded like frying beans, and the bone clusters as hard as iron and stone immediately turned into fragile porcelain, breaking and disintegrating inch by inch in an instant.

Countless broken bones blasted towards the disgusting mask of [Mask] like a white rainstorm.

The tall old man's bones were shattered, and poisonous ridicule oozed out of his wrinkles:

"Idiot! You dare to be stubborn even when you are about to die. Your name is Zheng Hang, and you are the son of a low-life gang leader.

You have been completely exposed. You don't think the police haven't figured out who your background is yet, do you? "

The bones shattered and his identity was roared out by the other party as if he was judging him.

However, the expected panic did not occur.

Under the white mask, the black and white magatama in the evil pupils were still spinning slowly, flickering with faint light, without the slightest ripple.

It seemed as if what the tall old man shouted out was just an insignificant name.

"You are the stupid one!"

[Mask] sighed softly, and flicked his backhand lightly. In an instant, the surrounding air condensed into colloid, and all the bone fragments that were flying towards him were caught in his palm.

With a sigh, all the bone fragments melted into his palm.

He recycles his own bones!

The implication in his words was already clear. If he couldn't even understand that, he must be hopelessly stupid.

[Masked] took a wrong step and his body slid to the side and back like a ghost.

At the same moment, a "Mask" that was exactly the same as his in shape, posture, and even the cold and dangerous aura around him, seemed to have appeared out of nothingness and perfectly took over the position he had previously stood in.

This figure was facing the tall old man. The white mask, scarlet magatama, and even the subtle wrinkles on the corners of his clothes were exactly the same.

The tall old man raised his eyelids slightly, and a knowing sneer appeared on his face as he said:

"It's fake, you still want to fool us? Boy, let me teach you a lesson. Don't use the moves that have been exposed. You can't fool people."

The tall old man knew that [Mask] could not only control shadows, but also create illusions through strange footwork.

That was probably some kind of magic trick derived from martial arts, but illusions were illusions after all. As long as you didn't believe your own eyes, you wouldn't be deceived.

His eyes were as sharp as lightning, fixed on the true form of the [Mask].

With his eyesight, as long as he keeps staring at the opponent, there is no way the opponent will be able to hide in the illusion.

In the blink of an eye, [Mask] slid back, his five fingers suddenly spread out, and hideous gaps appeared on his fingertips. The white bone joints suddenly broke through the skin, and grew more than five inches long.

The next moment, the bone claws tore through the air, making a sharp and shrill sound, like the cry of a dying crane.

Under the bone claws, a translucent phantom of a "virtual claw" with a blurred outline but exuding the same dangerous aura appeared out of thin air like a cancer attached to the bone.

The real and virtual claws, one up and one down, one in front and one behind, covered the air with a fierce gust of wind.

"The bone claws are real, the virtual claws are fake, and it's an illusion, or another kind of deceiving skill?!!"

Although the tall old man was shocked, he remained calm and sneered in his heart. He had clear judgment and gathered strength in his left hand, ready to block or counterattack the bone claws of his real body, and ignored the virtual claws that lagged behind by half a beat.

He even had a cruel idea in his mind: ignore the phantom of the virtual claw, just pass through the shadow, and when the opponent's bone claw technique is exhausted, go straight for the opponent's vital points with his real body!

The muscles in his withered left arm swelled instantly, and the veins under his skin wriggled like earthworms. At the same time, he snorted in disdain:

"Zheng Hang, we have already figured out all your tricks. If this is all you have, you might as well surrender. You can save..."

Before he finished his words, there was a sound of "hissing" of cloth tearing!

The old man grabbed the attacking bone claw with his backhand and was about to break it, but he saw his sleeve torn apart at the moment of contact.

There were five bloody cuts deep enough to see the bone on the skin of the wrist under the sleeve, which was as thin as a stick but extremely tough.

Blood gushed out from the place where the flesh was turned inside out, instantly dyeing half of the sleeve red.

Blood splattered, and a few spots of scarlet appeared on the pale mask, just like red plum blossoms in the snow, making the "face" look even more weird and strange.

A sinister laugh came from under the mask:

"What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly, could you please say it again?"

Before he finished speaking, the [Mask]'s bone claws suddenly shrank and slipped out from the old man's fingers like a fish.

The bloody bone finger reached into the wound on the wrist and dug straight up along the tendons.

The muscles of the tall old man should be extremely tough, like cowhide wrapped around old tree bark, and ordinary knives cannot cut through them, but at this moment...

There were only a few winding bloodstains, like deep furrows that had been plowed, starting from the wrist, along the forearm, elbow, and upper arm, spreading and tearing madly all the way upwards.

The flesh was rolled up, the fascia was broken, and one could even see the white scratches on Bai Sensen's arm bones. It brushed past his neck dangerously and almost cut his neck.

[Breaking Limit Techniques to Find Networks:

Whenever you use finger skills, your fingers can keenly feel the subtle veins between muscles and tendons, making it easier for you to exert force and easily remove obstacles one by one, just like a butcher cutting an ox with ease.]

[ps: Xunluo can be used on all finger-related skills, not limited to Senluo Finger!]

"Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!"

Four long strips of scarlet flesh, still twitching slightly, were torn off and fell to the ground one after another.

This scene exuded a strange and bloody sense of familiarity. Just a moment ago, a similar scene had taken place over the special envoy's shoulder.

"What?"

The tall old man's face changed drastically, and he looked down at his left arm covered in blood and flesh in disbelief.

In the air, the translucent claw shadows slowly dissipated like smoke.

The tall old man's throat rolled, and there was astonishment in his cloudy eyes:

"No, it's not an afterimage, so it's a confusing skill?

But if it is a skill to confuse the gods, I am determined and I don't believe it at all. How can this claw hurt me? How can it cause such real damage? "

The tall old man has been immersed in martial arts for decades and has experience in fighting against martial artists who have mastered the art of confusing the gods.

His mind had long been as hard as iron, without any distracting thoughts. Ordinary mind-conquering skills could not shake his mind in the slightest.

In his eyes, most of the tricks used to deceive gods are nothing but bluffing tricks, like flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water, which seem to be fascinating but are actually just a decoy.

But right now, the burning pain in my arm cannot be faked!

Is this an illusion?

Or is it a magical skill?

Or maybe, neither?

Without even mentioning the old man's shock and confusion, [Mask] succeeded in one move, and his five fingers immediately snapped, and five finger bones shot out.

Killing someone while he is weak has always been a must for villains, but [Masked] doesn't know what it means to show mercy.

But he said in a sinister tone:

"Old man, is this all you have? Why don't you leave as soon as possible and not embarrass your master?"

You see, he had clearly made up his mind to kill the other person, but his words seemed to imply mercy in sparing the other person's life.

Unfortunately, these vicious words did not work on the tall old man, because the latter was not a cowardly loser like the special envoy.

The severe pain and humiliation instead completely aroused the ferocity in his bones. The tall old man's eyes were full of ferocity and his reaction was almost reaching its peak.

His body shook, and his four bony fingers brushed against the corner of his clothes, brushed against his hair, and penetrated deeply into the tube wall behind him, making a dull "dodo" sound!

However, the last bone finger, with its tricky angle, had already blocked his space to dodge.

There is no way to avoid it!

Instead of retreating, he advanced, exerting force from his waist and abdomen, and used his body to meet the attack.

The finger bone immediately pierced through the abdomen, bringing out a puff of blood mist.

But the tall old man gritted his teeth and held on, without even a grunt, he rushed forward, with his toes stepping directly on the back of the [Mask]'s foot.

His waist suddenly sank, like the roots of an old tree, and he sat on his lower body. His palms turned into deadly afterimages, and his moves moved left and right, up and down.

The palm wind was whistling, the claws were like hooks, the black nails were rolling up black air, and there were gusts of cold wind, which was very terrifying.

Some of them pierced the ears with their breasts, some gouged out the eyeballs, some locked the throat and grabbed the head. Each move was fierce and fatal, covering the vital parts of the [Mask] body like a storm.

[Mask]'s pupils spun rapidly, and he could sense that this tall old man was much stronger than any enemy he had encountered before.

At the same time, a trace of regret inevitably passed through his heart:

“If this old guy could be as useless as the special envoy, how much less worry would that be?

In this world, there are too few "heroes" like the special envoy who know the current situation, and too many "hard-headed" people like him, which has led to so many dangerous disputes and killings..."

As a unique villain, the core of [Mask] is actually a deep and misunderstood love for this world full of disputes!

"Why--"

A faint sigh, through the mask, seemed to be lamenting the ignorance of the world:

"I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it. Then I can only send you to death."

As soon as he finished speaking, [Mask] suddenly waved his hands. The movements seemed slow, but in fact they were extremely fast.

His hands drew out mysterious paths, rolling up thousands of flexible and sticky forces that were invisible to the naked eye.

In an instant!

The air around him twisted violently, and a perfect round black gas barrier suddenly took shape, like a ball or a shield, protecting his body completely.

It looked very much like the barrier of the magnetic repulsion field generator that the special envoy had just activated.

But this time, the barrier is not something that any magnetic insect can touch, and it has an extremely resounding name.

[Mask] uttered two words softly: "Return to Heaven!"

…….

(End of this chapter)