death of hope

Chapter 822: Wild Growth (238) Phantom Hell Shadow Killing Array
Tang Zhennan held the Tanyuan Sword across his body for defense.
The lazy and careless look clearly said: "Come on, I can easily control you little brat!"

Unexpectedly, the ice pick flew halfway and suddenly turned in the air, passing by his left and right sides, then suddenly turned back and attacked his back.

Tang Zhennan didn't even look back. He judged the direction of the threat by the sound of the wind. He pinched the end of the hilt of the sword with his fingers and swung it back, slashing at the incoming ice pick.

The two ice picks changed their paths strangely again, separated and brushed past Tang Zhennan's arms, then returned to Chen Hong's palm with a "whoosh".

There were exclamations from the audience. People were in disbelief at what they had just seen. This wasn't martial arts at all; it was more like a magician's performance.

"You have such a petty trick, and you dare to show off in front of me." Tang Zhennan sneered:

"Little girl, could it be that your Chen family no longer practices martial arts, but has switched to practicing acrobatics and magic to set up stalls to make money?"

Chen Hong frowned slightly. It was obvious that her "magic trick" had been easily seen through and resolved by her opponent.
The handles of the two ice climbing axes contain chips and batteries, and the tail of the handle is connected to a more than ten-meter-long "Chameleon 2.0" optical mask camouflage optical fiber.
The optical fiber made of this polymer material is almost completely transparent. After calculation by the chip, the optical fiber will constantly change its color, brightness and transparency, perfectly blending into the surrounding environment, achieving an invisible effect that is almost invisible to the naked eye.

To the audience, the pair of ice axes seemed to be under a spell, turning suddenly and constantly changing their flight paths. In fact, it was Chen Hong who was holding the optical fiber and controlling it with her superb "zipline" skills.
However, this combination of traditional techniques and high technology still could not hide from the eagle-like sharp pupils under Tang Zhennan's white eyebrows;

"You rat-like assassins love to use these fancy tricks, but they are all meaningless in front of me."

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Chen Hong ignored the other party's ridicule and provocation, and just carried out the tactical plan step by step;

In order to restrict the opponent's movement, she took out a handful of rusty caltrops from her tactical bag and scattered them on the ground. Anyone who stepped on them would get tetanus.
He then took out four small black plastic boxes and threw them to the southeast, northwest, and northeast directions respectively. Then he activated the switch on the wristband.
With a "bang", four dark figures suddenly appeared around Tang Zhennan. Each of them looked like Chen Hong's shadow crawling up from the ground.

It turns out that the four small plastic boxes are miniature holographic projection devices, which project high-resolution 3D projections that are so detailed that it is difficult to distinguish the real thing from the fake.

Not only is the image realistic, but it can also accurately simulate subtle sounds such as footsteps, friction between fabrics, and breathing.

Chen Hong put the ice draft into his arms, put on a mask and a hood, connected the battery, and turned on the optical mask camouflage windbreaker he was wearing. The whole person quickly blurred into a chaotic and blurry black shadow, exactly the same as the four holographic projection images.

Chen Hong's voice did not come from one direction, but from all directions; "Secret Assassination Technique... Illusionary Hell Shadow Killing Array..." This skill name with a bit of a "middle school" vibe was not given by Chen Hong herself, but by her brother who loves to read comics.
Chen Xing clapped loudly and cheered: "Good girl! Use this trick to kill the guy named Tang!"

Seeing Chen Hong show her true skills, Cheye and Alin were also full of anticipation.

Five identical black shadows circled Tang Zhennan and then sped up to trot.
Occasionally, they exchanged positions with each other, and soon it became difficult to tell which was the real person and which was the illusion.

It was hard to imagine how much chance of survival there was after being targeted by such a powerful assassin. Even the laymen in the audience could see that Tang Zhennan had fallen into a very unfavorable situation.
The assassin moved around like a ghost, hiding in those holographic phantoms that were hard to tell whether they were real or fake. The rusty caltrops on the ground greatly restricted his movement.
And one has to guard against ice picks and poisoned hidden weapons that may be thrown at any time. It is no exaggeration to say that it is a life-and-death situation.

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The smile on Musashi's face disappeared, and Kondo Isao also frowned.

Even the stupid and slow-witted Kondo Toranosuke could see that the situation was not favorable to their side, and couldn't help but worry about the white-browed old man.

Throughout the entire audience, only Tang Zhennan himself still had a relaxed expression:

For decades, this paranoid and crazy martial arts fanatic lived in seclusion in the mountains.

Sit in meditation under the waterfall, imagine yourself as a rock, standing still despite the strong impact of the water, and you will reach the state of stillness.
Tang Zhennan's magical power has now reached perfection. His sensing ability has become so sharp that he can clearly distinguish which is the holographic projection and which is the real assassin without opening his eyes.
He did not rely on his eyesight, hearing, or smell, but on his ability to sense the flow of faint breaths.

There is a kind of breath that cannot be imitated by any technology, that is the innate "murderous breath" of human beings.
Chen Hong's murderous aura was so strong that Tang Zhennan could clearly feel her frantic heartbeat.
Full of hatred, his mind was full of ways to kill people, like an anti-tank mine filled with TNT and RDX dynamite circling around him,

The thousand-year-long feud between the Donghu Tang and Chen martial arts schools has turned into a curse, turning the descendants of the two clans into bloodthirsty demons. Even a beautiful and lovely girl like Chen Hong is not immune.

Training hard for hatred, for killing;
She trained hard in the coldest days of winter and the hottest days of summer. She once stood on a plum blossom pile more than ten meters high and did a horse stance. She controlled the landing point accurately to the millimeter level and avoided the caltrops on the ground with every step.
The five shadows were spinning faster and faster, and the encirclement was shrinking. Tang Zhennan smiled slightly, and he was confident.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the Taoist-looking old man with white eyebrows lowered his sword and slowly closed his eyes, feeling the strong murderous aura from the assassin.
To the audience, this is just a hopeless situation, just wash your neck and wait for death, but to the top masters, it is completely different.

Chen Xing's smile gradually disappeared. He realized something was wrong and warned loudly:

"Xiao Hong! Don't do it!
Danger!"