The yellow-haired villain in Feng Aotian's novel also wants to be happy

only……"

Mu En looked down at the liquid in the bathtub that had completely lost its potency, and touched her chin subconsciously.

Chi Yan, the middleman, made a difference in the price, and the actual absorption may not even be one-third.

"It always feels like a waste."

"……never mind."

But this little waste of guilt was quickly forgotten by Mu En.

"Anyway, it's not expensive..."

[WEB] 52. Moving forward

The night was dark and the rain was pouring.

In the pouring rain, Mu En turned into a shadow and walked quickly through the complicated and dim streets of the lower city. The cold wind swept over his eyebrows and eyes, making his outline look a bit cold at the moment.

The quiet street was deserted, only... murderous intentions circulating like poisonous snakes.

A ray of cold light suddenly cut off the heavy rain that fell down the thread, as if it had been rehearsed thousands of times, it pierced Mu En's deadly heart with perfect precision.

Mu En's figure turned slightly, as if he had rehearsed it thousands of times, he sideways dodged the long-prepared blow, and let the sharp dagger scrape the corner of his clothes. He turned his head and glanced at the figure in the shadow.

is a woman.

Wearing a maid outfit.

His expression was as cold as a steel mask.

There is no emotion in the eyes that do not reflect any light.

The sneak attack failed, and it failed to change the slightest change in her eyes, or even the slightest change in her breathing rhythm.

— just like when she was still alive as an assassin.

Women don't retreat but advance.

Like a fluttering butterfly, the small dagger flipped flexibly in her hand, and then stabbed Mu En's throat with a sharper move.

Ding.

Blades meet.

The sparks from Elizabeth and the dagger illuminated the faint smile on Mu En's mouth.

"It seems..."

Mu En flicked the dagger away.

step.

Forward pressure.

The woman turned into an afterimage and retreated several meters in an instant.

But when she raised her head, Mu En was still clinging to her.

The pure white short blade outlines a bright blade light, which suddenly blooms in this dark night.

"My skills are far better than yours."

Mu En lowered her eyes, letting the blood on her cheeks be washed by the heavy rain, quietly watching the headless maid assassin in front of her fall down, and then turned into black particles and disappeared.

"farewell."

Mu En murmured softly.

Countless times of swinging a knife, countless times of life and death.

From being instantly killed at the beginning to now defeating her with the skills I learned from her, before I knew it, more than half a year had passed.

And this period of time is enough for a man to undergo a radical change.

"But it's not enough..."

Mu En took a deep breath and let Elizabeth dissipate in her hand.

then.

make a fist.

wave!

boom--

It was as if thunder was splashing in the heavy rain. Under the huge bang, the rain turned into fine mist, centered on the two fists that touched, and suddenly spread.

In a short period of time, within a few meters around Mu En, a "vacuum" was formed that the rain could not enter.

Feeling the pain from the fist, Mu En grinned ferociously at the naked man in front of him exuding a ferocious aura like a beast.

"Come!"

He drank heavily.

Take the initiative to punch again!

boom!

boom!

boom!

One punch.

Another punch.

There are no bells and whistles, just a simple collision of fists between men!

But this is not the style of painting at the beginning.

When Mu En confronted this naked man at first, she couldn't force him to use his full strength. Just being used a little trick by him casually, she was tortured so much that she couldn't bear to live.

Mu En still remembers the feeling that every bone and every muscle in her body is about to be dismantled by bare hands.

But as long as it is a skill, it can be learned.

The weak strength will make people pay more attention to using skills to make up for it.

In countless life-and-death duels, Mu En learned more than thunder.

Now, everything that the naked man has done has now turned into his nourishment!

but.

The records in the black book are not simply copied puppets.

Except that they have no emotions and no thinking, they are almost the same as when they were alive.

Therefore, when this experienced adventurer found that his skills could no longer be effective against Mu En, he immediately and instinctively chose another fighting method specifically for Mu En.

That is breaking power with force!

In a situation where skills are almost similar, realm and strength will become the real key to victory or defeat.

With the realm and strength of a man still far surpassing Mu En's, it should be extremely easy to crush him.

Yes, it should be.

"So, as expected of you, Teacher Meera!"

Mu En laughed.

From his fist, there was a deafening roar.

The roar was rapid and short, like thunder piercing through rocks.

But in fact, as long as this moment is prolonged, you will find that it is not a roar.

It was several roars, superimposed in an instant, thus bursting out Mu En's original power several times!

The superimposition of several times the instantaneous power will naturally bring more terrifying physical burdens to Mu En.

During the time when he was fisting to the flesh with the man, every bone in Mu En was moaning, and every muscle was trembling.

His skin was cracked like porcelain, and scorching blood continuously squeezed and splashed out from the flesh and blood, dyeing him into a blood man.

But even though she was covered in blood, Mu En didn't have the slightest intention of retreating.

On the contrary, his eyes became brighter, his blood surged, his adrenaline soared, and the ferocity on his face became more and more frenzied!

Come!

keep coming!

not enough!

Make me happier!

After exchanging countless fists and kicks, he saw the naked man suddenly withdraw, his five fingers curled slightly, like the sharp claws of a wild beast.

"Haha, I will too!"

Mu En also made the same action as the naked man.

thunder.

Duel.

thunder.

And...five stacks!

A total of five chirps condensed in Mu En's palm, and then burst out in an instant!

Like the thunder of the creation of the world, it forcibly tore apart the silent night!

……

The aftermath dissipated.

Mu En glanced at her almost deformed arm, sighed lightly and said:

"I checked your identity..."

"Your name is Rhodes, Rod Kazier, right?"

"Today is the first time I call your name."

After a pause, Mu En stroked her chest with one hand, and said softly with respect:

"Then, Mr. Rhodes, please let me say...goodbye to you with my sincere gratitude."

Under the heavy rain, the naked man still stood upright amidst the dissipating gravel and dust.

It's just that in the silhouette of the night, his entire left hand, including half of his chest, has completely disappeared.

Victory has been decided.

Mu En raised her head.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but this man who should only exist in his memory nodded slightly towards him.

Then, it turned into a twilight and disappeared.

"It's really short and long."

Mu En exhaled lightly, with an unknown emotion brewing in her chest.

The opponent who could not even look up to him in the past is now defeated by himself.

At this time, what should I do?

cry?

laughing out loud?

Want to celebrate?

No.

Neither is right.