Chapter 22: Sick, Dark
Feng Mu's pupils contracted, he turned his head to the side, and raised his right hand.
Zhang Tong stretched out his fists and turned them into claws, then he embraced his arms forward, and his five dark fingers hooked towards Feng Mu's head.
"Such fast movements, such brutal moves."
Feng Mu's heart skipped a beat, and his right hand that was poking at Zhang Tong's neck immediately changed direction, and his wrist blocked his ear.
He didn't dare to compete in speed. It was a matter of life and death, he had no confidence and could only retreat and defend.
Little do they know that if they take one step back, they will retreat step by step. Warriors fight with each other with their martial arts and even more desperately. One wrong step and losing the initiative may be the difference between life and death.
"Hey!"
Zhang Tong's pupils lit up, gleaming with brilliance, and he grabbed with his five fingers angrily. His ferocious nails dug into the flesh like tofu, and directly grasped the bones inside.
The muscles on his wrist were torn, his entire palm was paralyzed for a moment, and the dagger fell off powerlessly.
"That's all you can do?"
Zhang Tong was furious and used his claws to feel out the strength of the person who came. He was unexpectedly weak.
It's not that he is weak. After all, he shaved off his scalp with a knife. Although it was a sneak attack, he was very strong. It's just that his moves were stiff and he made frequent mistakes. His fighting experience was laughable.
Zhang Tong clenched his right hand with five fingers, his arm muscles bulged, as if he wanted to tear the flesh out of Feng Mu's bones.
"Who gave you the courage to lock the door, fearing that you would have nowhere to escape?"
Zhang Tong grinned grimly, and grabbed the dagger in mid-air with his left hand. The tip of the knife stabbed Feng Mu's heart like the tongue of a poisonous snake.
"The essence of martial arts fighting seems to be the strong beating the weak, the fast beating the slow, but in fact, it is the evil beating the evil. When two people fight each other, the one who survives may not be the stronger or faster, but often the more evil one."
"He is evil, you are even more evil, he is crazy, you are even crazier, you can beat him to death and survive!"
The coach’s vicious roar during the martial arts class re-flooded Feng Mu’s mind at this moment. He didn’t quite understand the meaning at that time, but now, he was breathing in his own blood and the deathly air.
Feng Mu suddenly understood, and then he felt a strong palpitation, as if his heart was grabbed by an invisible hand. His heart even stopped beating for half a beat. Feng Mu realized the fatal mistake he had made.
I shouldn't have dodged that step. It seemed like just one step, but in fact it was right on the edge of the cliff. I was grabbed by the wrist and could only stand on the edge of the cliff and be beaten passively.
"Until I am beaten to death. Am I going to be beaten to death?"
A great terror between life and death enveloped every cell in Feng Mu's body. His tongue became stiff, his Adam's apple became stiff, his breathing became spasmodic and held, and his black pupils were covered with bloodshot from fear.
His ears fell into deathly silence. The world was silenced at that moment, leaving only the mighty beating of his heart. The surging blood pressure made Feng Mu's eyes look hideous, with terrifying bloodshot eyes.
On the retina, the icon that had been pretending to be dead and dim suddenly flashed with golden light.
[Blood Rage] responds to the stimulation of blood loss.
[Blood Crazy]: When I lose blood, I will be strengthened in all aspects.
"My wrist is spurting blood ahhhhh, I'm so scared, I don't want to die ahhhh!!!"
Feng Mu's eyes were covered with blood. Under the stimulation of blood loss, his rationality and cowardice turned into madness. He let out the first evil roar after entering the room.
Angry, bloodthirsty, and willing to devour anyone he chooses.
Chila!
There was a sharp sound like cloth being torn apart, and the five fingers that were clasped on Feng Mu's wrist were torn off.
Three fingers were still stuck on it, and two had fallen to the ground, a bloody mess, a shocking sight.
Zhang Tong didn't even feel any pain. He looked at the jagged severed finger in horror. The rotten flesh and nerves at the edge were all stretched.
"I didn't grab his wrist, but he grabbed my hand?"
Zhang Tong was shocked at Feng Mu's strength, but at a critical moment of life and death, he could not hesitate. He ordered all his ferocity to burst out, and instead of retreating, he advanced, exerting all his strength to stab with the knife.
"die!"
"die!"
Two violent roars overlapped and turned into a strange friction sound.
The knife pierced through the taut muscles, penetrated the ribs, and suddenly got stuck in the middle, sliding and cutting out a string of friction sparks.
The bone and the blade collided head-on, and the already deformed handle could not bear the weight and broke in half.
The evil spirit in Zhang Tong's chest was broken just like the handle of the knife. He let go of the handle and let it fall to the ground, his eyes fixed on the small half of the blade that was stuck in the latter's chest.
It was shaky and was gently pulled out by Feng Mu, who then thrust it back into Zhang Tong's throat.
Black blood gushed out of Zhang Tong's mouth. He stared at the metallic-colored ribs on Feng Mu's chest, as if he wanted to ask something, but only a "ho ho" sound of air leaking out of his throat.
Zhang Tong covered his neck with his hands and fell on his back to the ground, lying side by side with Ma Wei's "corpse" lying next to him.
After the death threat was lifted, the blood color in Feng Mu's eyes faded a little, but his pounding heart was still stirring up murderous thoughts in his heart.
Feng Mu kicked Ma Wei's "corpse" and said in a hoarse voice that was chilling: "Don't pretend if you're awake, or just keep sleeping."
The lingering effect of [Mad Blood] stimulated Feng Mu's five senses, and he could hear Ma Wei's terrified heartbeat.
Zhang Tong relied on the physique of a second-level warrior to keep from dying for a while. He covered his throat and glanced to the side with a pale face.
"Ma Wei is not dead, he is just unconscious. This man didn't use a knife when he attacked Ma Wei, so he only used the knife on me. He just came to kill me?" Zhang Tong's heart was in turmoil.
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Ma Wei stood up tremblingly, met Zhang Tong's complicated eyes, and said in a panic: "Brother Tong, I just woke up."
After saying that, Ma Wei quickly avoided Zhang Tong's gaze, swallowed his saliva, and looked at Feng Mu carefully.
Ma Wei lied. He had been awake for a while, but seeing the two men fighting fiercely, he didn't dare to go up. Anyway, his martial arts skills were poor and going up would only make things worse. It would be better for him to hide on the ground and pretend to be dead.
I thought Brother Tong would win, but he ended up losing. I can’t blame him.
Feng Mu sneered but did not expose the truth. He did not know how close their relationship was, but he thought that even the closest of relationships could be severed when faced with a life or death decision.
Feng Mu asked coldly: "He is your elder brother?"
Ma Wei didn't understand what Feng Mu meant, but the latter's eyes were too scary, so he didn't dare to lie, so he spoke sparingly: "Yes."
The counterattack against Zhang Tong brought about a huge change in Feng Mu's mentality. He was no longer nervous or panicked, and he didn't even need to pretend to be a villain.
Feng Mu said in a deep voice: "Do you want to live or die?"
Ma Wei quickly replied: "Live, I want to live."
"Okay." Feng Mu took out his cell phone from his pocket with one hand, turned on the camera, and ordered: "Kill him, and you live."
"Ah?" Ma Wei was shocked.
Zhang Tong shook his head frantically, trying to breathe deeply, but he didn't even have the strength to get up, his eyes filled with despair.
Feng Mu held up his phone, the camera pointed at Ma Wei, and spoke in a calm voice as if the god of death was urging him to die: "Hurry up, if he dies, you will go with him."
Ma Wei understood what Feng Mu meant, and his expression was struggling.
Feng Mu frowned and said jokingly, "He gives you a few bucks every month. You want to die with him? You can't. In this day and age, gang members still value loyalty, right?"
In my previous life, the gangs in the movies were all about money.
In this life, in this crueler world, gangs still value loyalty? Feng Mu didn't believe it, but he also understood that the more people didn't trust each other, the more cruel the punishment for betrayal would be, because the gang rules were bound by cruelty.
"Okay, let's die together." Feng Mu sneered, and the phone just dropped one centimeter.
Ma Wei's face was distorted, and he knelt down in front of Zhang Tong, tears streaming down his face: "Brother Tong, I'm sorry, don't blame me, I haven't done anything yet, I don't want to die."
While crying, Ma Wei pried Zhang Tong's hands open, took the blade, pulled it out, stabbed it down, pulled it out again, and stabbed it down again.
Zhang Tong's eyes gradually lost their color. In the last moment before his consciousness faded, what he remembered was not the days when they picked up scraps together when they were young, nor anything else, but the woman lying in the hospital two days ago.
That's how I stabbed her to death! "Come on, smile at the camera." Feng Mu had no mercy in his heart. To be kind to a beast was to be cruel to humans.
In the camera, Ma Wei, with his face covered in blood, showed a twisted and crazy smile...
(End of this chapter)
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