Master of Kaidan
Chapter 95: Just as They Said, They Smashed a Big Bag

Chapter 95: Chapter 95: Just as They Said, They Smashed a Big Bag

Although Feng Xue knew there were ambushers nearby, after searching for a long time, he couldn’t find any flaws. It was partly because he didn’t dare get too close, but no matter what, those hiding around him were certainly not to be taken lightly—

At least they were not of the same caliber as those who had used ATMs as bait before.

Feng Xue frowned slightly and after pondering for a moment, he ultimately did not dare to enter directly.

The tuxedo allowed him to blend into the environment, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be attacked. As an escapee, it was perfectly normal for him to appear at the exit, but no matter how normal, that wouldn’t stop a prison guard from shooting.

Nevertheless, not entering didn’t mean he couldn’t probe. He chose an appropriate angle, pantomimed the pre-casting motion of grabbing his cloak, ready to vanish and reappear at any moment, and then he activated his skill.

Misty Battlefield.

A fine, white fog rapidly spread out, forming a cylindrical zone of mist with a radius of fifty meters and a height of five meters.

As the fog rose, the originally silent street suddenly filled with noise. With his listening skills amplified by inner strength, Feng Xue could sense several footsteps.

The knowledge gained from the assassin label included the technique to determine the enemy’s movements by their footsteps. Although Feng Xue lacked practice in this area, he was still able to make some guesses.

"Heavy footsteps followed by a rapid lightening are likely the result of jumping from somewhere. Even steps are the sign of a standing figure hidden in ambush, the noise of plastic being flipped is probably from garbage bins used as cover, and then there are voices and faint radio sounds, indicating that there are probably lookout hands monitoring nearby."

After making his judgment, Feng Xue immediately pulled out his cloak, briefly entered "Ghost Form," and moved away from his original position. If a lookout hand had been watching this area the whole time, he would surely notice the center of the fog.

Realizing this, Feng Xue did the opposite, using the noises in the fog as cover to head towards the door.

Counting thirty seconds in his mind, Feng Xue suddenly stopped and dashed towards a corner. When he entered Ghost Form again, the thick fog also dispersed.

Now there were quite a few people on the previously empty street, armed with guns, cautiously observing their surroundings, especially where Feng Xue had just dispelled the fog. There were seven or eight guns already trained on it, which made Feng Xue breathe a sigh of relief.

"Good, this troop has decent combat effectiveness and military discipline, but they probably lack experience dealing with extraordinary abilities," Feng Xue thought, without any hesitation activating Misty Battlefield again.

This time, however, Feng Xue didn’t approach the door but directly walked towards a nearby squad.

Given the current situation, it was possible to directly access the door, but there was absolutely no time slowly to retrieve the items he had placed in the Golden Cabinet, and who knew when he would encounter the door again, let alone in this city.

He could do without other things, even the Feminization Filter, but the original Bu Tiange Secret Manual—he had to get that back because he also wanted to know whether the enhancements to his already-learnt cultivation techniques would affect the items themselves.

Besides, the Storage Bag was also a must-retrieve item. Though it had its limitations, it was essential to use in the absence of other storage tools.

Feng Xue took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and took out an Indescribable Stick. Theoretically, he could have put it in his pocket, but to ensure that he could pull it out in any situation, he chose to keep it in his mouth.

The assassin’s Silent Step, combined with the thick fog, allowed Feng Xue to approach a group of people in five seconds. These people had excellent tactical discipline, managing to maintain a three-person back-to-back position in the fog, seemingly leaving no angle for ambush.

But that was only on the surface.

Feng Xue knew he didn’t have much time. He shook his arms, wrapping his body in the Shadow Cloak, and under the state of vanishing and reappearing, he completed a momentary disappearance and reappearance.

The soldier holding a submachine gun only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and then a man dressed in a tuxedo had already appeared in front of him!

"Enemy—"

"Duang—"

The warning shout hadn’t even finished, and the finger on the trigger hadn’t had time to squeeze, when a red-tipped Physical Holy Sword had already struck him precisely on the neck.

With a deep understanding of human anatomy, Feng Xue’s control over force was just perfect, perfectly depriving the opponent of the ability to move.

As for whether the soldier’s fate would be merely a fracture of the neck bone or full-body paralysis, that was no longer for Feng Xue to decide—

Since he had appeared here, he must have been prepared to lose his life, right?!

As one body fell, the teammate he was back-to-back with immediately turned around, but by then Feng Xue had already pulled up his cloak again. In the eyes of the two soldiers, Feng Xue seemed to suddenly turn into a puff of black smoke, and then they felt a pain in their necks, and their vision darkened.

Having dealt with three enemies, Feng Xue didn’t get complacent. The fog field could only be maintained for thirty seconds, and the usage limit was ten times. Beyond that number, rest was necessary to restore the usage.

He had already used it twice, which meant—

There were four minutes left to operate.

No, perhaps even less!

The moment three squad members lost contact, the others were warned, and the originally scattered footsteps almost instantly became organized.

Feng Xue could tell clearly that they were moving toward that door, which gave him a headache.

"A conservative estimate is thirty men. It doesn’t matter whether their guns are loaded with live rounds or rubber bullets, it’s all the same to me."

Feng Xue slightly boosted his Qi, letting his inner strength circulate within his body. The phantom formal wear could provide a certain bulletproof effect, but the impact couldn’t be fully absorbed.

He lifted his cloak, his eyes shifted, and he fished something out of his bag, estimating the distance to the door, and casually picked up the assault rifle that had been dropped by the soldier he had taken down.

"9, 8, 7..." Feng Xue silently counted the fog’s dissipation time, quietly beginning to summon the Golden Cabinet. At the same time, he raised the submachine gun and, without aiming, pointed it in the direction of the door sensing it and pulled the trigger—

"Da da da da da..."

A stream of bullets poured out, and the sound of screams was intermittent, but synchronized with that were similar sounds of guns being fired from the opposite side.

Feng Xue raised his arm, protecting his face with his sleeve, and charged forward with his inner strength. The dull pain from the rubber bullets hitting him had no impact on his movements.

With one second left until the fog dissipated, the Golden Cabinet had reappeared in this world; Feng Xue was eight meters from the door, and the sound of gunfire had already started behind him.

And then...

Feng Xue raised the hand grenade in his hand.

As the fog cleared, the soldiers guarding the door finally saw their target. Excluding the unlucky ones hit by the rubber bullets in vital spots, the rest immediately raised their guns, but...

"Let me treat you to pineapples!"

With a loud shout, a "Duang!" sound followed, the leader directly clutched his head and fell to the ground, a large bump that one would typically see in cartoons flashing red on his forehead.

But by then, no one was paying attention to the leader’s sorry state. Almost everyone had seen the grenade rolling on the ground!

"Get down!!!!"