"Get out! Get out for me! Coward, are you scared?"

Michael was still walking around in the thick fog. He was not as panicked as before. Judging from the situation of the fight between the two sides, the yellow-skinned monkey was obviously not as powerful as his. So he could only hide now, but Michael was not worried. He could sense that Feiren was nearby, but because of this damn fog, he could not determine his location for a while. It seemed that the other party did not intend to retreat... Thinking of this, Michael cracked the corner of his mouth and showed a hideous smile.

If the other party wants to run away, then he really can't catch the cunning guy. But now it seems that the bastard doesn't give up, so for Michael, this is an opportunity. As long as he can seize the opportunity, subdue the guy, and take him back. Then Michael believes that the upper level of the Legion will forgive him for his failure this time.

As for what will happen next time... Let's talk about it next time.

"Swoosh!!"

At this moment, suddenly, Michael felt a faint sound of wind coming, and he quickly looked cold, then he hit his spirit. Then he felt a chill on the back of his head, and then saw a scalpel rotating toward the side, then landing on the ground.

There!

Michael did not hesitate at this moment. He stomped his right foot suddenly, and his whole body suddenly rushed towards the direction of the scalpel like a cannonball, and then blasted forward with force. With Michael's movements, a series of invisible air waves suddenly burst out, forming a powerful airflow like a tornado roaring forward, dispersing the fog in front of him. Immediately afterwards, Michael saw a black shadow appearing on the edge of the fog and quickly retreating.

Want to run? Where is it so easy!!

After finally reaching the target, Michael burst out again without hesitation at a speed that ordinary people could not reach. He stomped his right foot on the ground, and then he jumped up again, jumping high in the direction where the black shadow was. At the same time, Michael clasped his hands tightly and raised them upwards.

"Go to die!!!"

Accompanied by Michael's roar, his hands smashed down with force, and then he saw that the ground seemed to be hit by an invisible giant hammer and suddenly sank down. The scattered impact caused the originally dense fog to dissipate instantly, revealing Feiron's figure.

Capture you, go to death!

Looking at Feiren not far away in front of him, Michael grinned again. He could almost foresee how painful and regretful this bastard would appear after being subdued by his powerful power, and he would look at this disgusting face with a little bit of despair and die... This was simply the best pastime!

However, what Michael didn't expect was that while he opened his palms and planned to attack Faren, he was surprised to see the other party raise his head, pressing the brim of his hat, showing a soft smile to him - and looking at this smiling face, a strange, instinctive fear of danger suddenly emerged in Michael's heart.

No, this is a trap!

"call!!"

Just as Michael noticed that the situation was not good, the danger finally appeared in front of him in a unique and trembling way.

A huge mace teared the air and flew out of the fog, smashing towards Michael like a meteorite. Poor Michael put all his heart on Feiren. When he realized that something was wrong, the mace had already arrived in front of him. In less than five seconds, it would hit Michael with an extremely powerful impact, completely smashing his upper body into meat sauce.

"No………!"

Michael stretched out his right hand in despair and barely blocked his right hand. The mace hit his right hand heavily, and then flew back quickly like Feiron's scalpel before. Then, with a loud "boom", a dazzling light and flames suddenly burst out from the distance. It seemed that something had exploded.

But Michael was not feeling well at this moment. Although he used his power to knock off the mace, the huge impact force brought by the mace rushed straight to the ground without any mercy. Then he landed on the ground with a "bang", feeling the severe pain coming from his back. Even Michael couldn't help screaming. Before he could recover from the pain, he saw a black shadow flashing, and Faren appeared in front of him again. Then Michael only saw a cold light flashing in front of him, as if he was about to pierce his heart and stabbed straight downward.

"Don't think about it!!"

The fear of death overwhelmed the pain in his body. Michael gritted his teeth, clenched his left hand tightly, and blasted towards Faren. As long as he could hit this damn bastard, he would not have the power to fight! But what Michael didn't expect was that when he swung his fist, the silver flash suddenly jumped up, dancing and wrapping around his hand like a silver snake. The sharp blade of the scalpel easily pried open Michael's nails and cut down quickly along his knuckles. In just a blink of an eye, accompanied by a deafening and shrill scream, Michael's left finger was completely cut like a sausage, leaving only a bare palm, and blood was still ripped.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

This almost heart-wrenching pain made Michael unable to bear it anymore. His right hand was already bloody and fuzzy in the previous confrontation with the mace, and his left hand was completely cut into sausage by Feiren. This made him almost faint. The heart-wrenching and irresistible pain came like a tide, making Michael feel like he was in a high-temperature furnace, and the pain was about to be melted. He rolled desperately, trying to relieve the pain. But there was no effect until a scalpel inserted into his palm and connected it with the ground.

"Wow, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Oh, I'm so sorry, it seems you feel in pain..."

Seeing Michael who could not even move and was left with instinctive twitching all over his body, Faren showed a soft smile. He squatted down, stretched out his fingers, and slowly stroked Michael's trembling body.

"But please don't worry, I'm a 'doctor'. It's only a moment to relieve your pain..."

“Woo…Woo…Woo………………”

Michael turned his head and stared at Feiren tightly. At this moment, his eyes were red, and tears and snot couldn't stop flowing down his cheeks. This was the instinctive reaction of human beings to severe pain. If possible, Michael really hoped to faint to escape from this pain. But what made him desperate was that for some reason, Michael's brain was extremely fresh at this moment, and he could not trigger this protection mechanism in any case. Looking at Michael's expression in front of him, Feiren's smile became softer and softer.

"I think you must be very surprised, why your ability suddenly loses its effect..."

As he spoke, Faren raised his right hand and shook it in front of Michael. When he saw what he was holding in his right hand, Michael widened his eyes in horror. It was the pendant he hung around his neck, but now it has become someone else's spoil.

"It seems you are right. You are really just an ordinary person and have no ability at all. Your ability comes from this thing...Okay, can you tell me now what this is?"

“Um…………………………………………”

"A stubborn mouth is not a commendable quality. It seems that you don't understand your situation yet..."

Looking at Michael who was still gritting his teeth and not speaking, Faren smiled and moved his fingers. Soon, another scalpel appeared at Faren's fingertips.
Chapter completed!