Chapter 913 - 735: Kill the Enemy, Kill the Friend Too?!! (2)

Chapter 913: Chapter 735: Kill the Enemy, Kill the Friend Too?!! (2)

He finally couldn’t hold on any longer, his eyelids closed heavily, his head tilted, and he completely passed out.

The last thing that lingered in his mind was Hong Ya’s fox-like eyes flashing with "wisdom" and "murderous intent."

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Meanwhile, the chase in the bungalow area had reached its climax.

"Whoosh — Whoosh —"

Two figures dashed through the air at an astonishing speed, breaking the stagnant air and producing urgent whistles.

White Mask carried the man from the Mechanical Department under his arm, an oddly awkward posture due to his burden, yet his speed was shockingly fast, like a ghostly white shadow flying low to the ground.

The man clutched under his arm looked ashen-faced, only letting out a sound or two of choking whimpers occasionally when fiercely swung by the rapid changes in direction.

Extreme fear had drained all his strength, leaving only cold despair that spread through his spine to his whole body.

Chasing closely behind was Chen Ya.

His eyes were sharp, firmly locked onto the pale figure ahead. He suddenly exerted force with his feet, stepping dozens of times on the ground at a frequency terrifyingly fast to the naked eye.

Each step precisely squeezed the reaction force from the ground, with muscle fibers emitting a burdened soft hum at their limit state.

"Shave!"

A low grunt in his heart, Chen Ya’s figure suddenly blurred in place, and in the next instant, he swept across a dozen meters like a phantom.

The wind generated by his high-speed movement lifted the rubble and dust beneath his feet, forming a brief trail of smoke and dust.

Shave!

Shave!

Shave!

Several deep oppressive sonic booms resounded!

Chen Ya’s figure became blurry at that moment, not accelerating in a straight line, but presenting a discontinuous flickering as if teleporting.

Every time he blurred and reappeared, he was already several meters away. Within a few flickers, he ghostly advanced to White Mask’s back, almost back-to-back.

Without a moment of hesitation and even before gathering power, Chen Ya’s right hand had already transformed into a lethal weapon.

Index and middle fingers were tightly together, his arm and even the muscles and bones of his shoulders instantly tightened and compressed, concentrating his entire strength and willpower at a single fingertip.

The air ahead of the fingertip moaned being forcibly displaced, and this strike carried terrifying penetration power enough to pierce through high-strength alloy steel plates, fast as lightning, directly aimed at White Mask’s back vital spot.

The Destiny·Deceitful Martial Six Techniques — Finger Gun!

A sharp breaking sound echoed, leaving a straight transparent trail in the air where the Finger Gun passed. If this strike landed solidly, even with exoskeleton protection, a hole would be inevitable.

However, just as the Finger Gun was about to hit, White Mask seemed to have eyes on his back, suddenly twisting his body holding the man to the left at an unnatural angle.

"Screech!"

The Finger Gun failed to land on the back vital spot as desired but instead scraped harshly over the pale exoskeleton at White Mask’s right scapula.

An extremely piercing metallic friction sound exploded, sparks shot out violently like fireworks, and the hardened exoskeleton was forcibly plowed with a black scar about half a finger deep.

Along the edges of the scar, fine web-like cracks quickly spread.

White Mask didn’t stop his forward momentum, his left leg rose like a spring installed at a tricky angle, his foot aimed directly for Chen Ya’s groin.

That kick was incredibly fast, with a ruthless angle, and if it landed solidly, it could instantly decide the battle’s outcome or end a person’s life.

With his rich combat experience, Chen Ya showed no ripple or hesitation in his mind over the failed attack.

Facing an insidious counterattack, he didn’t choose to retreat to create distance but took a deep breath, drawing it down into his Dantian, prompting his muscle fibers to tense and bulge instantly in a unique and complex rhythm.

His skin surface seemed coated in an invisible metallic luster for a fleeting moment, as though his whole body’s density had increased.

The Destiny·Deceitful Martial Six Techniques — Iron Block!

"Bang!"

White Mask’s toe hit the rapidly hardened muscle on Chen Ya’s inner thigh fiercely.

The anticipated sound of eggs smashing didn’t occur, instead, it was a dull thud as if a heavy hammer struck a thick steel plate.

The sound was heavy, short, with a metallic quality.

Chen Ya’s figure slightly swayed, feeling a strong numbing sensation in his leg, the massive impact even caused a faint ache in his loins.

But he didn’t care as if the pain was merely an irrelevant interference signal.

His hands quickly changed moves, the originally thrusting Finger Gun instantly turned into a palm, palm wind howling, aimed at the opponent’s newly injured scapula.

Meanwhile, three flying needles as thin as ox hair were silently shot out from his sleeve, targeting the connection gaps of the exoskeleton at White Mask’s knee bends, waist eyes, and other joints.

The flying needles came extremely abruptly and covertly, almost without a trace of launch, moving fast enough to leave a barely visible blue filament in the air.

White Mask’s heart chilled, his offensive stance immediately recoiled, his body reacting faster than his thoughts.

His pupils shrank suddenly, forcefully exerting the arm holding the hostage to leap upward.

Meanwhile, the soles of his feet emitted two short bursts of blazing blue flames, generating a strong thrust, lifting him several meters high.

But Chen Ya seemed to have anticipated this move. At the same instant White Mask’s soles emitted flame, Chen Ya had fiercely stepped on the air ahead.

"Bang! Bang! Bang Bang!"

Four air-blasting sounds echoed, the air beneath his feet appeared to become tangible like a watery surface, being stepped into four visible transparent rings.

A robust stalling force appeared out of nowhere, allowing him to ascend an invisible staircase, his figure not only didn’t fall but rose higher, instantly catching up to White Mask at the same height, two forming a brief aerial confrontation.

Chen Ya’s fingers merged, turning into a deadly rain of gunfire, striking at White Mask’s airborne less-defended face, throat, and chest vitals.

Finger Gun·Pattern!

It was an advanced skill of the Destiny·Deceitful Martial Six Techniques — Finger Gun!

In that instant, finger shadows covered the sky in mid-air, countless concentrated finger forces roared like stormy rain, shrieking sharply, enveloping White Mask’s head and upper body entirely.

White Mask was mid-air, without support to alter direction, could only curl his body to the maximum, bending one arm to protect crucial areas like his head and throat while activating his exoskeleton’s energy, making its surface glimmer faintly to withstand the onslaught.

"Clang clang clang clang —!"

Intense collision sounds like rain on a banana leaf erupted, sparks frantically shooting out.

No exoskeleton, however sturdy, could withstand such a high-intensity, high-frequency Finger Gun bombardment at extremely close range repeatedly.

Especially as White Mask’s particular exoskeleton prioritized mobility and support over absolute defense, and each of Chen Ya’s Finger Gun strikes far exceeded the penetration of a typical machine-gun bullet.

The exoskeleton surface soon sported over a dozen deep dents and web-like cracks, fragments crumbling down.

White Mask himself was slammed from mid-air to the ground like swatted flies.

"Boom!"

Both landed almost simultaneously, the heavy impact causing the ground to tremble, dust mixed with rubble arose, forming a small blurred dust cloud.

As soon as Chen Ya landed, without any pause, he again performed Shave, appearing in White Mask’s left-side blind spot, launching a fiercely sweeping Lan Foot attack.

His leg muscles vibrated at a specific frequency, a crescent-shaped highly compressed vacuum slash detached from the foot, silently and swiftly, breaking air, aiming to bisect White Mask who just steadied himself.

The Destiny·Deceitful Martial Six Techniques — Lan Foot!

White Mask reacted astonishingly fast, within a hair’s breadth, he slightly tossed the Mechanical Department man upward while crouching low, his whole body nearly shrinking into a ball.

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