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Chapter 257: 171 Pure Black Magic Water (4000)_1 Chapter 257: 171 Pure Black Magic Water (4000)_1 Swoosh!

A lithe black figure, continually evading the metallic poker cards, swiftly approaches the Magician like an agile mountain cat.

At this moment, Heisha’s body shape has significantly diverged from that of a normal adult woman, especially her limbs. Her shoes had been discarded at some unknown point, unveiling the furry, plump soles of her feet below. Each toe has a soft pad underneath it.

Sharp claws emerge from her fur, gripping the ground.

Providing Heisha with a tremendous burst of speed and grip.

The Magician only perceives a flash of burgundy, and Heisha’s figure appears beside him, her hand viciously clawing towards his neck.

“Hmph!”

The Magician huffs coldly; the surrounding air produces a distinct distortion, much like the effect of high-temperature air currents being scorched by a flame.

In an instant, a small, semi-transparent region shields the Magician’s entire upper body. Heisha’s palm fiercely strikes the empty air.

Bam!

A wave rolls through the air, stirring up the surrounding dust.

Meanwhile, the Magician seizes this opportunity to retreat, once again increasing the distance between himself and Catwoman Heisha. Now, all the poker cards in his hands have been exhausted. Both of his hands are empty.

“Meow~”

In the street, Heisha, repelled by the transparent shield, executes several consecutive backward somersaults. As gracefully and nimbly as ever, she again disappears into the dense forest.

“Hehe… You indeed have considerable strength, probably at the level of a C-grade Psychic. However, you are a C- and you are still inferior to me…”

The Magician lightly adjusts his hat, appearing composed and self-assured. Suddenly, his hands move and with a rustling sound, he tears open the jacket of his suit, revealing a pure white lining inside. Clearly, this suit lining has undergone special modifications, housing almost a dozen neatly arranged pouches.

And inside these pouches, it seems to be loaded with some quite heavy things.

The Magician is a Psychic, possessing a mental ability to move and manipulate objects. At this stage, this ability cannot act on his own or others’ bodies, but can manipulate some small hidden weapons.

After substantial training, Psychics can make these metallic hidden weapons fly freely. They can even multitask, simultaneously manipulating two to three weapons with precision, attacking their enemy from various directions.

Perhaps the lethality is not as strong as firearms, but they are sufficiently agile, suitable for various scenarios. Especially when dealing with opponents who are also New Humans, hidden weapons are more practical than bullets.

“Secret Technique: Butterfly Wings!”

The Magician’s hands blur in rapid motion, his fingers clicking and clacking as if performing some strange seal. The next moment, his hands form the seal, his index and thumb raised.

Just like a butterfly flapping its wings.

Ding, ding, ding! Ding, ding, ding! Ding, ding, ding!

A crisp metallic collision sound emits from the pockets of the inner lining.

Swoosh…swoosh swoosh…

A large number of metallic hidden weapons fly out from the pockets, drawing arcs in mid-air under the unseen and intangible traction of the telekinetic force. There are needles, crosses, small iron balls, steel discs…

All of a sudden, these objects jet out like the scattering of flowers by heavenly maidens. Several hundred hidden weapons violently storm into the dense forest, their overwhelming scale akin to a swarm of bees.

For a moment, groans emanate from the obscure forest. Apparently, Catwoman Heisha is injured under the concentrated attack. But the sound soon disappears, and Heisha seems to vanish into thin air instantly.

On the edge of the forest road, the Magician glances around the darkness warily. He motions with his hand, and the remaining hidden weapons return to him like homing birds, shaking as they hover in mid-air.

The moonlight falls on the dense, towering tree layers, only the mottled, trembling minuscule white dots remain when it reaches the ground. A cold wind blows over the hillside, making the leaves rustle, significantly hampering one’s judgment.

On the other side of the road, behind the shrubs in the forest.

The three individuals who have changed their hiding places all feel a dryness in their throats. They have never seen such a thrilling and spectacular fight. The fluid and vicious movements of the catwoman and the magician during their battle are just like those in the movies. There’s absolutely no holding back.

They are also New Humans, possessing abilities different from those of ordinary people. However, all three of them have only just awakened. Even the green-eyed young man, who is the strongest of them, can only bully ordinary people with his Pupil Technique. They have never seen a scenario involving a struggle for life and death.

Especially the Magician, with a wave of his clothes, hidden weapons continuously assault everything around. Battle traces are all over the ground, stones, tree trunks, not extensive damage, but deadly.

“Is this the life that Uncle Soro led before…”

The green-eyed young man sighs heavily.

“That must be really dangerous… yet also thrilling!”

Elsewhere, the Magician continues his stand-off with Catwoman. His gaze is alert, his muscles taut. As soon as there is any unusual rustling around him, the Magician will instantly lash out.

“Not here…””There’s nothing here…””Not here…”

He slowly walks across the area covered by the hidden weapons.

“Drip.”

“Hmm?”

The Magician touches his face in confusion and abruptly raises his head.

Only to see a figure swiftly swooping down. The beautiful face of the half-human half-cat grows larger, her eyes revealing a predatory bloodlust.

“Swoosh!”

Catwoman Heisha’s figure flashes past the Magician’s side, the sharp blade formed by her clasped fingers has already swept across the throat in an instant.

The two of them freeze on opposite sides of the forest clearing.

There’s not a trace of joy on Heisha’s face. She lowers her head to look at her fingernails. On the edges are traces of worn black marks.

Behind her, it is unmistakably the voice of the Magician.