Clown Game
Chapter 132 - 132 128 Unknown Task 12

Chapter 132: Chapter 128 Unknown Task 12 Chapter 132: Chapter 128 Unknown Task 12 People all have a kind of “feedback consciousness,” meaning they interpret what they need to do in their minds first, then perform the corresponding action, and receive feedback from the contact of their limbs, from which they simulate the next action, resulting in a set of coherent actions… This might sound complicated, but the mind can complete it in an instant, so fast that one hardly realizes they have thought through so much… For example, when going downstairs, you first see the step in front of you, then step forward, your brain automatically calculates the time your shoe will contact the step, and in that instant, contracts your muscles to cushion the impact, while also moving your other foot forward.

This whole process is completed subconsciously, so you don’t have to think about it deliberately; in other words, you can’t deliberately stop this behavior.

Like when you suddenly miss a step while going downstairs, no matter how fast you react, there will be a sudden sense of falling…

Bai Xiong’s fist was aimed straight at Lin Fan’s head as he was about to peek out.

Following that… was that sense of falling, in his subconscious, this punch should have already hit the target’s head… but, his limbs didn’t provide any feedback… because he hadn’t hit anything.

In slow motion, Bai Xiong noticeably paused, then instinctively released the force of his punch, but due to inertia, his body still continued forward for a distance…

And in that gap between the disappearing feedback and the releasing of force, a pen eerily appeared on the path his body was moving, positioned right in front of his throat, as if it had been waiting there for him to run into it… The back end of the pen had been broken off, exposing not a refill but a sharply ground iron spike!

Bai Xiong’s punch hit nothing, making him stagger, then, horrified, he saw the glint of cold light at his throat, his pupils contracted instantly, he cut off his breath, and with a powerful twist of his waist and abdomen, he forcefully twisted his upper body in mid-air into a right angle, meanwhile, he changed his punch to a slap, desperately hitting the car door to push himself back.

This was so sudden that Bai Xiong took a second to stabilize himself, then he finally breathed out the breath he had been holding. Although he remained expressionless, a drop of cold sweat traced his brow. If he hadn’t reacted just a bit faster, that pen would have pierced his throat.

This Lin Fan… wasn’t just about running away.

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Of course, Lin Fan wasn’t just about running away. He always tried to avoid contact.

He was a careful person, silent, low-key, always leaving a way out in everything he did. But for someone with his personality, how could he only think of these? In fact, putting all this aside, the first thing he had prepared for was the worst situation.

Escaping was good, but if he couldn’t escape, he also had his biggest reliance… which was himself.

The fastest runner isn’t necessarily a rabbit; it could also be a cheetah.

Lin Fan slowly stepped out of the car door, showing no sign of panic, just quietly standing in front of Bai Xiong. Since they were already face-to-face, there was no need to hide anymore. Since these people went to great lengths not to let him lead an ordinary life, he could only show his extraordinary side…

He looked up at the huge figure two heads taller than himself…

“Why?” Lin Fan asked quietly.

He didn’t specify what the ‘why’ was for— he just wanted Bai Xiong to hear this sentence.

At the same time, he knew countless answers in countless futures.

Why must you track me?

Why must you disturb me?

Why must I hide every day?

Why can you so easily disrupt my life?

Just because I’m not an ordinary person?

I am indeed not ordinary…

Do you think this will be enough to capture me?

Why?

Lin Fan withdrew the contempt from the corner of his mouth,

no longer that cowardly child…

He shed the heavy disguise, closed his eyes, took a deep breath with a face full of satisfaction, and oddly twisted his neck as if the air around him was filled with fragrance.

The valve… opened

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“Two minutes…” Lin Fan said inexplicably.

Then, suddenly turning his head, he dodged an insidious sneak attack from Chen Xiao, casually pulled open a half-open car door beside him, and slammed it to the ground,

Bai Xiong seized the moment’s gap, stepped forward, swung his right arm in a circle aiming a chop at Lin Fan’s face, devoid of any fanciness, filled only with years of harshness and proficiency.

But before the strike could fall, Lin Fan had already moved as if he had always known of Bai Xiong’s attack, what angle it would come from, and where it would aim.

Yes, he had always known…

Thus, he twisted his body in a strange posture and dodged the punch, the enormous force flapping the corners of his clothes, but his expression remained unchanged, for he knew the punch would not hit him.

Chen Xiao scrambled to his feet. He didn’t possess Bai Xiong’s nimble body, but he had a sharp observational ability. He saw Lin Fan’s left foot step back, knew he would turn left, so he swung the gun directly at him.

However, just like Bai Xiong’s earlier attack, his hit inexplicably missed, and right after, Chen Xiao felt a chill on his flank… a bleeding cut emerged in the area not covered by his suit.

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Lin Fan had his own way of fighting, dodging, and counterattacking, a method that required “Future Vision” and long periods of practice to support. Fortunately, Lin Fan was clever and diligent. At this moment, he could dodge not just fists, but even bullets, as long as they weren’t too close.

This fighting style also made Bai Xiong quite uncomfortable. The opponent’s body didn’t seem to possess significant strength or speed, yet, the kid could very easily dodge all attacks.

“Is this the ability to predict the future?” Bai Xiong thought, and at the same time, he thought of a strategy, which was to engage the opponent in a close-range struggle. For fists, even if visible, the body might not always manage to dodge them…

So Bai Xiong’s boots scuffed the ground fiercely, as he swung his arms like steel whips, charging forward, his boot soles grinding against the ground with a screeching “zzz” sound as intense as if he were slamming on the brakes. He possessed formidable strength and ruthless technique. As long as he could land one hit, the mission would definitely be over…

But Lin Fan clearly had foreseen Bai Xiong’s thoughts and always maintained a distance of about a step from him, never letting him get close. The opponent attacked, he retreated; the opponent charged, he sidestepped, never lifting both feet off the ground at the same time, always ready to move, while his upper body swayed as randomly as a willow in the wind.

Punches roared, a dagger’s cold glint shimmered.

Suddenly, with a slicing noise, a blade cut through muscle, cleaved flesh and sinew, bursting forth blood!

A flash of crimson

The sound of punches cutting through the air abruptly stopped, Bai Xiong spun and dodged backwards, his left hand tightly gripping the other wrist, blood gushing from between his fingers.

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