frightfiction #796 - Zhou Qingsheng nose
#796 - Zhou Qingsheng nose
Li Chengfeng calmly performed a hand seal, magically retrieving Fang Xiaotian's storage bag. From it, he took out the bead containing the power of thunderous explosion, as well as the cultivation manual for training the ears.
He carefully examined these cultivation methods, nodding inwardly.
Although these techniques each had their own merits and considerable power, once used separately, many drawbacks were exposed.
For example, if Fang Xiaotian, when faced with Li Chengfeng's sonic attack, had been able to close his ear canals in time, using his own keen sense of sound as a defense rather than an attack, he might have been able to avoid this calamity.
However, in that life-or-death moment, he was completely focused on Li Chengfeng's every move, his heart filled only with the desire for victory. How could he have thought of such a subtle self-preservation tactic?
Therefore, he ultimately met a tragic end, leaving people sighing with regret.
This is precisely the principle of mutual generation and overcoming of all things; there is nothing in the world that is absolutely invincible.
Li Chengfeng stood on the spot, his gaze deep, as if pondering something.
After a moment, he gently shook his head, as if casting all distracting thoughts aside, and strode forward at a leisurely pace.
His steps were steady, his expression calm, without the slightest hint of urgency.
The remaining four people were already under his control. Whether they showed themselves or not, they were nothing more than turtles in a jar, unable to escape death.
At this moment, fifty or sixty miles away from the battlefield, a man stood still.
His appearance was peculiar, neither handsome nor ordinary, but somewhere in between, as if an indescribable aura flowed around him.
His eyes were bright and piercing, like those of a hawk, and he twitched his nose incessantly, as if sniffing for something.
His nose was much larger than that of ordinary people, but it did not bring the slightest ugliness to his face, instead adding a touch of unique charm.
Suddenly, his face changed, becoming extremely unsightly.
Because he had already smelled the strong bloody scent, that familiar and unsettling aura.
His heart sank, and he immediately recognized the owner of this bloody scent—Fang Xiaotian.
An ominous premonition lingered in his mind. Fang Xiaotian's fall meant that an even greater storm was about to come.
Fang Xiaotian had already fallen. The strength of the person who could kill such a powerful expert was self-evident.
Based solely on that residual aura, he determined that the murderer was Li Yichen, who had originally been regarded as cannon fodder.
They shared information with each other and knew each other like the back of their hands. When they entered the hall together, he had used his keen sense of smell to remember everyone's aura.
Therefore, he knew clearly that the one who survived was Li Yichen, and the one who fell was Fang Xiaotian.
He pondered to himself, feeling that there must be something fishy about this.
Logically speaking, it should have been Li Yichen who died, not Fang Xiaotian.
It seemed that Li Yichen was not as simple as he appeared, but a master who was hiding his strength and pretending to be weak.
As the auras gradually disappeared, they had realized that there were very few people left alive in the trial.
These people had either died in battles with each other or were killed by the restrictions and monsters of this place. Although the specific reasons were unknown, the result was obvious.
At this moment, the biggest problem he faced was how to kill Li Yichen and seize the beads on his body.
The ear bead on Li Yichen's body, as well as that unknown mysterious bead, were treasures he had dreamed of.
As for his own nose bead, although he had found it long ago, he had been delaying it until now because it was far away and the sealed place was extremely dangerous.