Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 338 - 203 Counterattack_2

Chapter 338: 203 Counterattack_2

It was not hard to imagine that the interior space was very large.

Fang Zhixing observed for a moment and did not see a single person entering or exiting.

He floated to the ground, turned around, and walked to a large tree, occasionally snapping his fingers.

Soon, footsteps were heard.

Fang Zhixing softly coughed.

Quickly, a whistle sounded nearby, one long, one short, one long.

Fang Zhixing stepped out and saw a person in black approaching.

He gestured with his hand and pointed at the large tree, "Wait here first."

The person in black, without saying a word, walked over to the tree.

A moment later, another person in black arrived.

One after another...

Just like that, prior to dawn, a total of thirty people in black had all gathered.

"Come over here."

Fang Zhixing gestured with his hand, "For this operation, you all follow my command."

A group of people in black gathered.

Fang Zhixing looked around at everyone, his gaze falling on one of them, and he slightly bowed with clasped hands, "You must be a master of the Nine Ox Realm, right?"

With these words!

The other people in black abruptly changed their gaze, all turning to look at that person.

Everyone couldn’t help but notice that the man’s right arm was very peculiar, thick and long, thicker than his thighs, and long enough to touch his feet while standing.

The entire right arm was wrapped in white bandages.

"I, am somewhat like a Nine Ox Realm," the person with the peculiar right arm said indifferently, his tone peculiar, "I once attempted to liberate my right hand but failed, turning my right arm into this ghastly form."

He sighed softly, "Alas, the cost of failing at Demon Transformation is very severe."

Despite saying this, everyone couldn’t help but respect him.

After all, those qualified to attempt Demon Transformation must have attained Perfection in the Five Beasts Realm and posses a Qi strength of ninety thousand kilograms.

Moreover, even though his Demon Transformation failed, his right arm was in a "half-liberated" state; although his strength might not match a true early-stage Nine Ox Realm, it was definitely far stronger than the Five Beasts Realm.

Fang Zhixing nodded and said, "Let me explain the situation. This operation came to be because of me. Tonight, twelve people in black infiltrated my residence attempting to capture me and bring me here to Red Pine Manor. Your mission is simple, help me infiltrate Red Pine Manor and capture the mastermind behind this."

The Nine Ox Realm master thought for a moment and asked, "Capturing alive is difficult, what if we can’t manage it?"

Fang Zhixing answered decisively, "Then kill them."

Another person in black asked, "How much do you know about Red Pine Manor?"

Fang Zhixing spoke bluntly, "This is a hidden location, until tonight, even our intelligence network was unaware of the existence of this manor."

The person in black had nothing to say, thought for a moment, and asked, "How do we infiltrate?"

"Simple!"

Fang Zhixing took out a sack, opened the mouth of the bag, and said to that person in black, "Brother, please bear with it a bit."

The person in black was speechless and grimacingly crawled into the sack.

Fang Zhixing immediately sealed the bag, tied a slipknot, and then carried the sack on his back.

He then chose eleven people, "Follow me, everyone else stay hidden outside the manor. If you hear me shout loudly, charge in and get to work."

Everyone quickly understood.

After that, Fang Zhixing and the others walked boldly toward the front gate of the manor and knocked directly on the door.

Thump thump~

The wooden door emitted a muffled echo.

After a short while, someone opened the door.

The person was a burly man who, seeing twelve people in black outside the door, showed no surprise but rather shouted, "Why are you so slow?"

Fang Zhixing was provoked, "What do you mean ’slow’? Do you think capturing someone from the Five Beasts Realm alive is easy?"

The burly man sneered, but he dared not quip further, softening his tone, "Hurry up, the manor lord is getting impatient."

"Then why don’t you lead the way faster?"

Fang Zhixing said without courtesy.

The burly man extended his hand and made a guiding gesture, leading the way in front.

The direction he went was towards a very tall hall, over ten meters high.

The group entered the hall.

Looking around, the space inside the hall was open, at least as large as two basketball courts, but it was empty except for load-bearing columns.

Fang Zhixing raised his head, suddenly focusing his vision.

He then saw standing in the depths of the hall a massive stone statue.

Stone statues were covered in vines that climbed over their surfaces.

Below the statues, three rows of oil lamps had been lit and were burning fiercely.

In front of the oil lamps, a cushion was placed.

At that moment, there was a person sitting on the cushion with crossed legs, meditating with closed eyes.

The individual was around fifty years old, tall and thin with a goatee, and a red patch on his left cheek.

He sat motionless, wearing a tall hat and a deep green Daoist robe.

Eerily, the robe was embroidered with many eyes, some horizontal and some vertical, densely packed and somewhat unsettling to behold.

A burly man hurried up to the front of the Daoist robe, knelt on one knee, and reported with his head bowed, "Master, we have captured the person."

Master Hong Song slowly opened his eyes, which were as sharp as lightning and devoid of any human emotion.

He first glanced at the burly man, then swept his gaze across Fang Zhixing and the others.

Fang Zhixing immediately threw down the sack on the ground, without speaking carelessly.

"You have worked hard."

Master Hong Song spoke, his voice hoarse and deep like a murmur in a dream, making one’s skin crawl and extremely uncomfortable to listen to.

He stood up, hands clasped behind his back, and paced forward step by step, looking down at the sack and signaling, "Open it."

Fang Zhixing immediately crouched down, grabbed the mouth of the sack, and pulled the string sharply.

Swish!

The sack opened quickly, and the person in black slid out like an eel.

Master Hong Song was momentarily startled, and in the next instant, a flash of cold light unexpectedly slashed across his chest.

Swish!

Fang Zhixing, quick as lightning, drew his sword from its scabbard and slashed upward diagonally.

Rip!

Master Hong Song retreated explosively, his collar tearing open and falling onto the oil lamp.

Whoosh~

The garments caught fire, and the flames brightened immediately.

Master Hong Song jumped beneath the stone statue, frowning deeply and looking down at his body.

He saw a diagonal white mark appear on his chest.

Gradually, from the white mark, a trickle of fresh blood seeped out.

Fang Zhixing suddenly ambushed, wielding a second-level Treasure Saber and chopping with a force of 150,000 catties.

Master Hong Song was injured, his chest flesh torn open.

However, his injuries were not severe.

Fang Zhixing and the others all held their breath for a moment, instantly realizing that this Master Hong Song was by no means an easy opponent.

After all, Fang Zhixing’s swift and fierce surprise attack, sharp and unmatched, had failed to kill Master Hong Song or even inflict a severe wound.

But that was not all!

Even more terrifying was the fact that above Master Hong Song’s chest, there were several black scars that were very striking.

Those black scars kept blinking, opening and closing periodically.

Inside the scars, something seemed to be constantly writhing.

Fang Zhixing stared intently and couldn’t help but gasp in shock.

He now saw clearly that those scars were actually eyelids, and beneath each eyelid was an eye!

A person’s body was covered in eyes!

At least twenty eyes, scattered across his chest and belly.

What in the world was this design?

It was too bizarre!

Master Hong Song raised his head, his expression quickly turning grim, veins bulging on his forehead as he viciously said, "Who are you?"

Fang Zhixing’s eyes were chillingly cold as he casually responded, "I should be asking you why you want to capture me alive?"

"Oh?!"

Master Hong Song narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of scrutiny mixing in his intense gaze as he stared back at Fang Zhixing, snarling, "You have guts to come looking for me."

He stepped forward, his voice cold, "Since you’ve come, you might as well stay!"

Fang Zhixing then loudly shouted, "Someone come!"

Following his shout, there erupted the sound of urgent footsteps from within the estate.

"Enemy attack!"

"Quick, people, come here!"

The burly man who opened the door panicked, crying out in alarm.

Fang Zhixing flicked his wrist, and the second-level Treasure Saber flew out, plunging into the burly man’s chest, piercing his heart.