Ding ding ding...
The metallic clanging sound rang out continuously, very crisp and clear.
During his convalescence, Fang Xiu spent a considerable amount of spirit coins to forge a throwing knife made of 100% Mind Steel, based on Wang Yanran's throwing knife.
It can fully transmit spirituality and is extremely hard and sharp.
These dark gold throwing knives were clearly less powerful than the spiritual bullets, and were constantly being knocked away.
But after being knocked away, these throwing knives seemed to come alive, changing direction on their own and rushing towards the spiritual bullet again.
Moments later, all the spiritual bullets were shot down.
The scarred man looked utterly astonished: "Your throwing knife can curve?!"
Ma Wenbin, who was standing to the side, noticed something amiss and said directly, "It's his silver hair! Every throwing knife is connected to a strand of silver hair!"
"Damn it! What kind of power does his hair have?!" the scarred man cursed, because the other man's hair was practically omnipotent.
It can control people, attack and defend, and even control throwing knives. What kind of divine ability is this?
"His hair isn't the ability of a Spirit Master, it's a strange phenomenon! A possession-type strange phenomenon!" As expected of a second-tier Spirit Master, Ma Wenbin saw the crux of the problem at a glance.
"What?! That's bizarre! He was possessed by a monster? Is he even human?"
Ma Wenbin did not answer, because Fang Xiu had already rushed over.
He held a gleaming silver scalpel in his hand, his silver hair flowing even more as he ran, followed by dozens of howling demonic slaves.
At first glance, even though they were on the Guangming Club's territory, Ma Wenbin and his group seemed to be surrounded.
Suddenly, Fang Xiu disappeared.
His figure blurred into a blur as he leaped onto the corridor wall, shrinking in height and running madly along it. The scalpel scraped against the wall as he ran, sending sparks flying.
His target wasn't the strongest, Ma Wenbin, but the man with gold-rimmed glasses standing to the side.
Although the man with the gold-rimmed glasses wasn't strong in combat, his ability to weaken opponents was truly disgusting.
If Fang Xiu hadn't possessed the power of the Uncanny, he would have become a lamb to the slaughter if he had continued to weaken, unless he directly detonated the strange power within the scalpel and broke through the curse of weakness.
However, the power of the scalpel, though strong, is not lasting. If the battle is not resolved within the time limit, one's own body will collapse first. It should not be used unless absolutely necessary.
Fang Xiu had never forgotten that there was a strange, lurking figure in Green Vine City who was eyeing him covetously—Nightmare.
Even a fool could tell that if he fell into a state of severe injury and weakness, there was a high chance that he would be pulled into the nightmare.
The man with the gold-rimmed glasses was terrified when he saw Fang Xiu charging towards him. He was just a support character, how could he possibly resist a powerful figure like Fang Xiu?
At this moment, Ma Wenbin, who had not made a move until now, finally did so, and bright red blood began to seep from his seven orifices.
Not only his seven orifices, but even the pores all over his body began to bleed, and in an instant, Ma Wenbin became a blood-soaked figure.
His blood seemed to be drawn by some force, transforming into a blood arrow that shot fiercely towards Fang Xiu.
Fang Xiu's silver hair grew wildly, transforming into a streak of light to meet the arrow of blood.
Sizzle!
A corrosive sound rang out instantly, and his silver hair began to corrode violently as if it had come into contact with sulfuric acid.
Whoosh!
A flash of silver light appeared, and Fang Xiu directly severed the corroded silver hair.
Ma Wenbin's blood is extremely corrosive, which is worthy of a second-tier spirit master, as he can even corrode ghosts.
However, whether it's more blood or more hair is a question worth pondering.
The next moment, Fang Xiu's silver hair bristled like a hedgehog, with tens of thousands of steel needle-like strands shooting out and raining down on the three of them.
Interspersed among the tens of thousands of silver hairs were a dozen or so dark gold throwing knives.
In addition, dozens of demonic slaves had already surrounded them.
Ma Wenbin's face turned extremely ugly. Although he was not afraid of Fang Xiu's attack, his underlings were.
He never imagined that one day he would experience what it felt like to be besieged.
Back then, he would lead the entire club to gang up on others, but now the tables have turned.
He continuously shed blood in an attempt to withstand the overwhelming attack. The crimson blood formed a blood-red shield, firmly enveloping the three of them.
Countless attacks and the monstrous slaves struck it, and a constant hissing sound of corrosion echoed.
It actually blocked all the attacks.
The silver hair melted, and the demon slaves became missing limbs.
A cold laugh came from inside the blood-red shroud: "Fang Xiu, if this is all you have, you can't do anything to me."
Fang Xiu calmly said, "Oh, really? How long do you think you can hold out protecting those two good-for-nothings? An increased defensive range means increased consumption. I only need to attack, but you have to spend three times the consumption to defend against me."
Upon hearing this, Ma Wenbin's expression immediately turned ugly, because Fang Xiu was telling the truth.
If he were to defend alone, he wouldn't expend too much energy and could even launch an attack. But now, because he's protecting his two subordinates, his energy expenditure has increased exponentially, leaving him only able to passively take hits. If this continues, once his spiritual energy is depleted, he will surely die.
As they spoke, Fang Xiu's attack did not stop; the mutilated demon slave fearlessly charged at the blood-red shield.
Silver strands of hair shot out continuously, creating ripples on the blood shield.
"Give up, give up those two burdens. There's no need to risk your life for others." Fang Xiu's voice pierced through the blood barrier, like a bewitching demon.
Upon hearing this, Ma Wenbin's two subordinates' expressions changed drastically.
"President, please don't listen to him! We are your most loyal subordinates, please don't abandon us!"
Ma Wenbin's expression was uncertain, as if he was thinking.
At this moment, Fang Xiu's voice came again: "My target is only Ma Wenbin. If you two betray me now and help me kill Ma Wenbin, I can let you go. It wouldn't be a problem to even recommend you to join the Investigation Bureau."
Upon hearing this, the expressions on the faces of all three men changed.
"Fang Xiu! Do you think we'll believe your divisive tactics?!" Ma Wenbin roared.
Then he said to the two of them, "Don't worry, I will never abandon you. You still remember the oath you took when you joined the club, right? Only with you can the Bright Club exist."
“President…” A look of gratitude flashed in the eyes of the man with gold-rimmed glasses, but the next second, a jet of blood pierced his heart.
Along with the scarred man, both were instantly pierced, and their blood flowed uncontrollably out of their bodies, all flowing towards Ma Wenbin.
"President, you!" The two men's eyes widened in fury.
Ma Wenbin laughed: "You can't blame me. Blame Fang Xiu. As he said, if I keep protecting you two good-for-nothings, I'll be the one who dies. It's better to give me your blood so I can fight back and avenge you."
As for the Light Club? Sorry, the Light Club can only exist forever as long as I live.
As they spoke, the light shield dissipated, revealing Ma Wenbin covered in blood and his two subordinates lying on the ground, barely alive.
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