Chapter 905 - 731: Me Protect Feng Mu?!!_2

Chapter 905: Chapter 731: Me Protect Feng Mu?!!_2

He finally remembered where the feeling of familiarity with Feng Mu’s abilities came from.

Isn’t it extremely similar to a figure in a live streaming video that his network-obsessed son eagerly showed him a while ago?

Although not exactly the same, he was still somewhat surprised.

Someone else might not think like him and mistakenly assume that Feng Mu was using some kind of Enchanting God Skill or strange Secret Technique.

But Raven connected it to Feng Yuhuai, instantly linking the two together.

Just as Raven’s thoughts raced, trying to piece together these staggering clues, the battlefield situation changed dramatically again.

He saw a line of menacing convoy suddenly stop on the highway, dozens of "Prison Guards" wearing identical masks, armed to the teeth, rushing into the grass like a floodgate bursting open, pouncing on various points of crossfire.

Among them, there was a particularly noticeable duo, as if they had a spotlight effect on them.

One was petite and delicate, with two high pigtails, bouncing as she ran, full of inappropriate vitality.

Yet her speed was eerily fast, like a fox leaping through the grass, leaving behind trails of afterimages.

Behind her was a man as sturdy as a mountain, his steps didn’t seem fast, yet his stride was exaggeratedly wide.

Seemingly slow, his speed was astonishing, like a silent mountain tightly following the petite figure, never leaving her side.

Then, Raven saw the petite figure swiftly moving while shaking her head and looking around, her lively big eyes seemed to be urgently searching for something.

Ultimately, her finger suddenly rose, precisely pointing at Zhang Shenyi, who had just recovered from the explosion-induced dizziness and was about to turn back to chase Feng Mu again.

"Was it you who bullied my junior brother just now?!"

The petite figure let out a crisp shout, facing the bald man who was much taller than her and exuded a fierce aura, her demeanor was not at all inferior.

At this moment, Zhang Shenyi was anxious and didn’t hear clearly, or rather didn’t care what this little figure was saying, he raised his hand and swung a punch.

The fist wind howled, compressing the air to visible ripples.

The violent airflow bent the high pigtails into a ninety-degree angle, wildly flaring towards her back.

The petite figure seemed angered by this aggressive attack, she bit her lip, revealing two sharp small tiger teeth, shouting a decisive move:

"Senior brother, hit him!!!"

Before the words even fell!

A palm as large as a fan, with bronze skin, thickly muscled, emerged from behind the petite figure, meeting Zhang Shenyi’s fierce punch that could pierce through armor plates.

The anticipated earth-shattering collision sound did not come.

The howling air, the violent fist wind, as soon as they touched the huge palm, seemed to be gently pacified.

Not only the sound, even the terrifying kinetic energy in the fist dissipated without a trace like a mud bull entering the sea.

The grass around was unaffected by any Strength, the sway of the grass blades still followed the natural rhythm of the wind.

But Zhang Shenyi himself was as if struck by lightning, suddenly flying backward.

Far worse than being blown away by the explosion earlier, he spun uncontrollably in the air, blood frantically sprayed from his wounds, tracing ghastly bloodlines, finally crashing heavily into the distant grass, his fate unknown.

From afar, Raven, who witnessed the entire palm strike, had his pupils behind the mask suddenly constrict to a dangerous pinprick shape.

The distance was a bit far, he didn’t see clearly every little detail.

But he vaguely "saw" something deeper.

Just now, when the palm was struck out, it seemed to extinguish Zhang Shenyi’s fierce punch power within the palm.

The surrounding air made no sound, as if the vibrancy of the air was also extinguished by that palm, making sound propagation impossible, "killing" it near his palm.

Being able to smash and twist air is Strength at the level of brute, visible destruction.

But this kind of Strength, Raven himself can also achieve, so it’s okay.

Being able to kill air or sound is Strength at another rule level.

This "Strength" left Raven, usually as calm as the cold, only with one thought flashing crazily in his mind like an alarm—

Run! Immediately! Right now!

Usually reserved emotionally, he couldn’t help but curse inwardly at this moment.

"Damn it, there are monsters like this only coming out now?!"

No, Feng Mu has monsters of this rank protecting him, and he still needs my protection? I’m the one who needs protection, right?!!"

Raven snapped, decisively hiding all his presence, lowering his sense of existence to the minimum, and turned to return the way he came to leave.

He came quietly, as silently as he left, waving his sleeves without leaving a trace, except for three shattered ice corpses.

Primarily advocating doing good deeds without leaving a name.

However, the tree wants to be still but the wind won’t stop.

He wanted to leave, but someone on this chaotic battlefield didn’t allow him to leave peacefully.

A cold voice suddenly rang out from his rear side in the grass:

"Hey, the one wearing gray with the Black Mask, where are you sneaking off to?"

Raven’s heart tightened abruptly, he turned and looked towards the sound.

He saw a figure as tall as an elementary school student, wearing a plain White Mask, slowly emerging from the grass.

"These three guys, you killed them, right? The ice shards haven’t melted yet, nobody noticed you, you really hid deep huh?!!"

In Raven’s mind, a thousand grass mud horses galloped by: "..."

I hid deep?

Haven’t you seen that palm just now?

White Mask really didn’t see, he wasn’t intentionally missing it, why else would that Senior Brother strike so quietly, not attracting his attention.

The main reason was he’s short, busy moving through the grass, with his view blocked.

Can’t blame him~

White Mask saw Raven silent, his cold gaze grew more sinister, advancing a step, murder intent overflowing:

"Can you tell me, who sent you? Or rather... how do you want to die?"

......

Cold murdering intent like a substantial web instantly blocked all Raven’s possible escape routes.

White Mask suddenly went violent, rushed low, his petite figure moved like a rabbit; no, faster and more eerie than a rabbit.

Forceful underfoot, the exoskeleton-covered boots touching the ice-crystal ground released a "ssh" sound, the petite figure drew a blurred white line between them, directly charged into Raven’s mid-section.

The white exoskeleton-covered fist looked small, yet its swing brought a dull sonic boom, showcasing the terrifying vital force contained in its owner’s body.

The exoskeleton’s amplification further enhanced this Strength to a new level, the chop was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Raven cursed ’damn’ inwardly, but his movements were not slow.

Almost at the moment White Mask stepped forward, his gray attire moved without wind, a far colder and more focused aura exploded out than earlier when freezing a group.

His figure suddenly flickered, like sliding back and forth on ice.

His ten fingers flew, the icy cold condensed into pale visible air currents, hissing as they pierced through the air like cold snakes searching for gaps in the exoskeleton.

"Whew!"

Palm and fingers did not directly touch, the extremities of cold and terrifying air currents clashed first, creating a splash like cold water dropping into boiling oil.

White Mask’s fingers tore through the solid cold air, the resistance felt like penetrating layers of ice walls.

But Raven switched moves just before contact, his wrist twisting bizarrely, the gentle palm wind brushed past White Mask’s wrist, instantaneously leaving a bone-chilling ice mark on the opponent’s exoskeleton arm guard, rapidly spreading.

"Humph!"

White Mask snorted coldly, arm muscles suddenly bulging, the exoskeleton covering it slightly expanded, the powerful and domineering vital force erupted forcefully.