Chapter 723 Seeking Gratitude Through Debt? Your Anger Is Excessive
Zhang Shenyi's face was so gloomy it could drip water.
He had to admit that Feng Mu's words made a lot of sense, logically speaking.
In a hostile relationship, one is responsible for one's own life and death; he shouldn't hate the enemy, as that would make them seem unprofessional.
But... he just couldn't suppress the rage in his heart!
It wasn't just because of the team members' deaths, but also because... he clearly sensed that Feng Mu's actions went beyond mere "killing."
He always felt that Feng Mu was not only killing people, but also deliberately and maliciously toying with them.
Just as he used ingenious illusions to manipulate Shadow Scorpion at will, causing him to die by his most prized ability.
Feng Mu also manipulated the entire Relief Studio by saving Ahe and then killing him, through this capricious behavior.
Zhang Shenyi instinctively felt that Feng Mu did all this not just to kill people, or simply to "play around".
He was more like conducting a bizarre "experiment," observing their reactions and manipulating their emotions through extreme shifts between "saving" and "destroying" in order to achieve some deeper and more sinister purpose.
But he couldn't figure out what the purpose was, no matter how hard he tried.
In his opinion, whatever Feng Mu wanted the Relief Studio to do, the best way would be to save Ahe and then use him as leverage to demand a reward or to blackmail him.
They've already come right up to you; how can you just kill them without even talking to them?
I just can't figure it out!
I really can't understand it!
Zhang Shenyi could only temporarily attribute the underlying logic to the unknown thoughts of a madman.
To some extent, Zhang Shenyi's intuition was undeniably sharp; he was indeed right.
Feng Mu was indeed deliberately manipulating their emotional fluctuations, and there was a deeper, sinister motive hidden behind it.
But this intention was far more twisted and... beyond common sense than Zhang Shenyi had imagined.
Simply using someone's kindness as a pretext is too low-class; Feng Mu dislikes that. What he wants is...
Feng Mu was very satisfied with Zhang Shenyi's attentive listening attitude, even though he knew Zhang Shenyi might not understand everything right now.
But that's alright. He's just saying all this now so the other person will remember it. When the time comes, they'll naturally understand his "good intentions."
He continued to patiently guide him:
"I not only killed your people, I also killed a White Mask, who died a pretty gruesome death, didn't he?"
But if you look closely, the people in white masks seem very calm; no one seems to think anything is wrong.
Feng Mu glanced around at the white-masked men who were once again entangled with the Relief Studio, a smile playing on his lips, and continued:
"So far, one of you has died and one of the White Masks has died. The casualty ratio is 1:1. No one has lost more than the other. It's fair."
"So, in my opinion, your anger seems a bit... excessive, which is not good!"
"Enough!!!"
Zhang Shenyi finally couldn't take it anymore and almost laughed in anger.
Can these white-masked individuals be compared to their "Relief Studio"? Judging from their combat performance, they clearly don't care about the lives of their comrades.
These pieces of trash don't even deserve to be compared to them!
Feng Mu naturally understood this simple truth.
This is also why Feng Mu chose to save Ahe twice after entering the scene, rather than saving Yingxie twice.
It is the good deeds demonstrated by the Relief Studio that have sown the seeds of the good results we see today.
It's just that Zhang Shenyi might not agree with this positive outcome.
His anger had been provoked to the breaking point by Feng Mu's fallacies and heresies, and it was like a volcano about to erupt, which could no longer be contained.
He stomped his foot, and the ground caved in with a loud crash. An explosive force rose from the sole of his foot, traveled up his spine to his fist, and he was about to stomp forward recklessly, smashing his brass knuckles hard into Feng Mu's disgusting smiling face.
However, just as his energy surged and he was about to activate it...
Feng Mu narrowed his eyes slightly, and his usually composed figure moved first.
If the enemy doesn't move, I don't move; if the enemy moves, I move first.
Suddenly, Feng Mu took two steps back, his movements light and swift.
At the same time, as if by accident, his toes lightly kicked to the side, or more accurately, hooked and flicked.
There, lay another member of the Relief Studio.
He had been severely injured by Shadow Scorpion in the previous battle, lost too much blood, and fell into a deep coma, completely still.
It was precisely because he was so quiet that Zhang Shenyi almost forgot about him.
This teaches us a lesson—a person should not be too quiet before death, otherwise you will really die peacefully.
Of course, Zhang Shenyi may not have truly forgotten.
Instead, he cunningly pretended to forget, attempting to use his forgetfulness to deceive Feng Mu into also forgetting that there was a quiet... widow beside him.
Unfortunately, Feng Mu was a person who valued life extremely much. He would not forget the dead, let alone the living.
"No--!!!"
Zhang Shenyi's expression changed drastically, and his forward momentum was abruptly stopped.
"Snap!"
The unconscious team member's head snapped to the side at an extremely unnatural angle, and his previously faint breathing stopped instantly.
I fell asleep without pain before I even had a chance to wake up.
Then, with a clever flick of Feng Mu's toe, it spun around, tracing a brief parabola, and flew towards Zhang Shenyi.
Zhang Shenyi stopped abruptly, instinctively opening his arms to catch the still-warm corpse in his embrace.
The teammate's pale face was facing him directly, his eyes tightly closed, seemingly less pained than Ahr's wide-open eyes.
In the distance, Feng Mu's unusually considerate explanation could be heard:
"Since you're so angry, I'll give you a reasonable reason to be angry."
Feng Mu pointed to the corpse in Zhang Shenyi's arms, then to Akh's corpse on the ground.
“Now, you have one more dead than the White Masks, so Captain Zhang Shenyi, from now on, you have a legitimate reason to hate me a little more than the White Masks.”
Zhang Shenyi gently laid the corpse in his arms flat on the ground. When he straightened up again, a powerful killing intent, like a ferocious beast awakening, suddenly erupted.
The murderous intent was no longer an ethereal aura, but almost tangible.
A crimson phantom, resembling blood-soaked flesh, emerged from his body, like a vengeful ghost haunted by resentment, or a blood-red flame burning with life, swirling and coiling around him.
He suddenly raised his head, and in his wide-open eyes, the boundary between the whites of his eyes and his pupils had long since disappeared, leaving only a lava-like crimson.
He stared intently at Feng Mu, who was still smiling a few steps away, his teeth grinding together, each word seeming to be forced out from his shattered throat:
"Feng—Mu—you—deserve—ah—ah—ah—!!!"
Feng Mu grinned:
"I've heard this many times, but unfortunately, none of the people who said it have ever gotten what they wanted. I really hope that you can get what you want, I'm not kidding."
At the same time, on Feng Mu's glasses, the bright logo around Zhang Shenzhou became more dazzling than ever before, as if a light bulb had been lit on his head, shining brightly.
This proves that Zhang Shenyi's killing intent towards him reached its peak, a truly visible and irreconcilable conflict.
Moreover, the threat level on Zhang Shenyi's body, which was originally only light red, is now visibly transitioning and spreading towards a more dangerous scarlet red.
This indicates that the threat posed by Zhang Shenyi to him is gradually shifting from ordinary danger to high danger.
At this moment, it is half light red and half scarlet, and the scarlet area is still expanding.
"The results are encouraging..."
Feng Mu silently recited the words in his heart, and an increasingly broad smile appeared on his face, a joy akin to discovering rare experimental material.
"That's the feeling!"
Feng Mu's voice even trembled slightly with excitement. He opened his arms as if to embrace the sweeping crimson killing intent.
"Be angry! Burn! Turn everything you have, your will, your potential into fuel, and burn it all!"
Let me see just how much potential you can unleash. Is it enough... for you to survive this feast?
Before he could finish speaking, Feng Mu turned his feet and slid to the side with lightning speed.
Almost at the same moment he turned to the side!
"boom--!!!"
A fist covered in ferocious brass knuckles and wreathed in bloody phantoms grazed his cheek with a sonic boom that ripped through his eardrums.
Wherever the fist passed, the air was compressed to an extreme degree and then exploded instantly, forming a visible ripple of milky white air that spread violently in all directions!
A violent gust of wind swept up, lifting all the black hair on Feng Mu's face and revealing the fine lines at the corners of his slightly upturned eyes.
As if a sliding rail was installed under Feng Mu's feet, he effortlessly slid slightly to the side, narrowly avoiding the headshot.
The force of the punch grazed his temple and shattered a clump of bushes a few meters behind him into dust.
Feng Mu felt the intense heat and destructive energy emanating from the fist, almost scorching his skin, but the smile on his face grew even brighter.
"I really hope you survive in the end, for yourself, and even more so for your beloved teammates who have already died, and... may die in the future."
These words pierced Zhang Shenyi's deepest, bleeding wounds.
The tragic death of his teammates and his own incompetence were revealed by Feng Mu in the most "gentle" tone at this moment, and then sprinkled with a handful of salt called "expectation".
"Shut up!!!"
Zhang Shenyi couldn't understand Feng Mu's malicious and nonsensical ramblings, nor did he have time to think about or understand them.
All he could do was close his ears, block out the other party's mind-altering spells, and pour all his pain, anger, and killing intent into the next punch, and the next punch after that.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
He stomped his feet repeatedly, his steps heavy yet swift. With each step, the ground seemed to resound like a war drum, cracking open a spiderweb-like pattern.
His footwork seemed simple, yet it contained a certain mystery. With each step, the ground resonated with his muscles, as if he were secretly drawing on the power of the earth's veins and integrating it into his fist.
His fists transformed into two streaks of blood-red lightning, revealing little mystery or fancy technique; they were simply the most direct and straightforward straight punches.
But the crimson liquid gathered on his fist tore through the air with a sharp whistle, like a train whistle.
The air in front of the fist was forcibly pushed aside and compressed by extremely high speed and force, forming a series of short-lived, visible vacuum vortices.
Terrifying pressure and suction force emanated from the center of the vortex, frantically sucking in the surrounding grass, pebbles, and soil, instantly crushing and grinding them into residue, which then scattered and flew away with the force of the punch.
A handful of Feng Mu's hair was accidentally pulled out and turned into dust.
You should know that he never loses hair normally; every single strand of hair has a life-or-death bond with him. He would call Zhang Shenyi the strongest barber in memory of his dead hairs.
Feng Mu took several steps back, but did not force a large distance or use the unpredictable teleportation technique.
Instead, within a small space, enveloped by a sky full of blood-red fist shadows, they performed exquisitely precise turns, shifts, sidesteps, and head tilts.
Occasionally, when the punches are too dense to completely avoid, Feng Mu will raise his hand, using a palm, a finger, or a claw to fiercely collide with the opponent's iron fist.
Feng Mu's left arm, like a supple vine whip, suddenly lashed upwards, instantly tightening the muscles on the outside of his forearm like iron, and his elbow struck the inside of the latter's wrist like a knife.
The sparks flying made him almost think he had hit a piece of metal.
The strong recoil caused Feng Mu's left arm to sink slightly downwards, and the ground beneath his feet cracked inch by inch.
He leaned back slightly from the impact, and at the same time, his right palm, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, struck Zhang Shenyi's exposed armpit with lightning speed.
Before my fingertips even touched it, a sharp, stinging sensation had already arrived.
Zhang Shenyi reacted with astonishing speed, twisting his arm muscles in a strange way, and his elbow slammed down like an iron gate.
Feng Mu's fingertips collided violently with his elbow, the fabric at the elbow ripped instantly, revealing the bronze skin with a metallic sheen underneath, leaving only a faint white spot.
After his first attack missed, Feng Mu immediately changed tactics.
The right palm that had been pecked out instantly transformed into a claw, with five fingers like hooks, and it ripped downwards fiercely, targeting Zhang Shenyi's arm muscles. If this claw had landed firmly, it would have been enough to tear five deep grooves into steel!
Zhang Shenyi ignored everything and thrust his lowered elbow forward like a charging bull, forcefully deflecting Feng Mu's claws.
At the same time, the left fist, which had been gathering momentum, moved like a cannonball, aiming straight for Feng Mu's brow. The force of the punch caused the skin around Feng Mu's eyebrows and eyes to cave in.
Feng Mu jerked his head back sharply, the movement so subtle that the enormous fist grazed his brow bone, the force of the punch tearing off half of his eyebrow, leaving it a sharp, broken eyebrow.
"My martial arts journey is still far from complete; I haven't even mastered the basics yet," Feng Mu thought to himself.
At the same time, his right claw, which had just been knocked away, drew a strange arc in mid-air, bypassing Zhang Shenyi's defense. A section of ferocious finger bone secretly protruded from the tip of his five fingers, like five insidious iron hooks, and fiercely stabbed towards Zhang Shenyi's ribs.
"laugh--!"
But the feel is unusually rough.
Feng Mu felt as if his fingertips had pierced through several layers of extremely tough leather. Zhang Shenyi's rib muscles contracted and tightened instantly, managing to withstand the blow that was powerful enough to pierce through a steel plate.
Although five gruesome bloody holes were left behind, not even a few drops of blood flowed out before the muscles forcibly blocked them, along with Feng Mu's five fingers.
Zhang Shenyi's muscles tensed, and the injured muscles in his left rib clamped tightly around Feng Mu's right fingertips, which were not yet fully withdrawn.
He thrust his arms straight at Feng Mu's head again, and Feng Mu felt a chill run down his spine.
You can't lose any more eyebrows. A half-finished eyebrow can be called a broken eyebrow, but no eyebrows at all are unsightly...
(End of this chapter)
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