Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 283 - 267: How Ugly… A Misunderstanding?!!

The shoe suddenly shattered, the flesh disguised as a foot sprayed everywhere, and the viscous mixture of blood and motor oil splattered on Feng Mu's chin.

The black-red liquid lacked the warmth of blood, striking his face, causing his pores to contract and his lips to taste a strange flavor.

He admittedly was startled upon seeing that foot explode, revealing a straight spinning steel drill bit, but he was no longer the person he used to be.

Both physically and mentally, he was prepared to either kill others or be killed by them.

In the life-and-death frenzy, he might not completely avoid unexpected incidents, and his emotions inevitably fluctuated with the battle.

He couldn't yet know everything or accurately predict every move of his enemy.

However, those emotional swings could only stay as mere fluctuations, unable to affect his brain's judgment and his body's response.

Because, his brain was like iron cooled forever in ice water, terrifyingly calm; his body, like forged steel, did not allow a single distortion in his movements.

The chaotic thrill of his first kill was something he could never experience again.

Feng Mu's face seemed fake as well, showing no expression between life and death, only the rapidly spinning Hook Jade in his eyes slightly betrayed his emotional shifts:

"I do feel a bit nostalgic for how it felt back then!"

Feng Mu looked down at the rapidly enlarging drill bit in his view, and he could even clearly see the micro-saws opening on its surface, with fake minced meat hanging from the saws.

Electric drill + micro-saws + martial technique Poison Dragon Stab = Electric Drill Poison Dragon Stab?!!

This is the fusion of technology and martial arts, how truly...

Feng Mu suddenly sneered, "How truly grotesque!"

Feng Mu's chest suddenly swelled, and before his enemy's electric drill could reach him, blood flowers blossomed from him, his clothes pierced with holes, out of which sharp, blood-drenched ribs stabbed.

Shocking to the eye!

Whirrr, whirrr, whirr——

The unending sound of flesh being pierced echoed in the Peeping Tom's ears, right at a close distance, causing his face to change dramatically.

Terror filled the Peeping Tom's eyes, as he stared incredulously at the two rows of ribs jutting from Feng Mu's chest.

The ribs were also jagged like saws, suddenly contracting and clenching like a compound mouth of an alien monster, biting tightly onto the probing Electric Drill Poison Dragon.

Each rib was longer and thicker than the Electric Drill Poison Dragon, with the same dense saws on the surface of each rib, layer upon intersecting layer, an overwhelming spectacle that caused the blue glow in the Peeping Tom's eyes to flicker.

It looked as if the Electric Drill Poison Dragon had stabbed into a lair of Poison Dragons, the latter may not be electric drills, but the sheer number of them was dozens more.

Instantly, a clear distinction in superiority appeared, and the unscrupulous won!

In a flash, the Electric Drill Poison Dragon was locked in place, violent friction sparking metal collisions, bone fragments splattered around, jamming into the precise gears of the Poison Dragon Drill.

The Poison Dragon Drill quickly filled and clogged with bone debris, stopping its sharp electric screech, turning instead into a feeble "grind, grind, grind".

"Even ribs have been implanted and modified, you're a fully modified implant, and your implants are all disguised as bones? What a joke…"

The Peeping Tom was truly at a loss this time; he couldn't understand why the intelligence his old friend provided this time contained such a grievous error.

Fully modified implant host!

Medicine Man!

Could such a thing possibly be human?

With even the slightest bit of medical and biogenic transformation knowledge, one would understand that it's fundamentally impossible for both to coexist within a single body!!!

The Peeping Tom was filled with utmost dread; this time, it was definitely not feigned, as in his vision, an arm-length bone claw was swinging at him from the side.

The blue glow in his eyes ceased flickering, blood and motor oil in his body compressed downward into his lower limbs.

In an instant.

Blood rushed to his legs, and his leg muscles suddenly swelled to waist thickness, synchronously discharging the inner battery, sparking a blue arc.

In the heat of the moment, accompanied by a tearing sound of bones and flesh being ripped, he astonishingly pulled his leg out from the "alien mouth".

Strange sounds, like an iron hook plunged into flesh, or a knife splitting bones, merged into a singular note.

Blood and motor oil splashed chaotically!

The electrified shredded flesh spun into the air, during its tumble revealing wires wrapped within the steel and flesh.

Thud!

The severed Drilling Dragon head, along with the half-mechanical and half-flesh ankle, crashed to the ground.

The Peeping Tom staggered back three steps, one foot supporting his weight on the ground, the other having been reduced in height, flesh shredded by the hooked meat strips, with visible joints, and steel bars embedded into the knee joint.

The steel bar twisted and snapped midway, with barely visible grooves, now resting like a nail to steady him, unable to stand firm.

His gaze fixed on the swirling dust in the air, filled with countless tiny bone shards, that turned the dust into a whitened mist.

"I may have lost a leg, but I haven't been rendered powerless."

The Peeping Tom ground out through clenched teeth, each word squeezed out as if through his teeth,

"But you also didn't come out unscathed from my blast, and in fact, today's conflict, I have confirmed that I targeted the wrong person, it was a misunderstanding, I apologize."

The Peeping Tom paused briefly, trying hard to muster a smile, but the bloodstains on his face made his smile grimace more than a genuine expression, he continued:

"There's no need for us to fight to the death; better to call it quits here, each taking a step back, return quickly to repair the implants, I assure you thereafter…"

The Peeping Tom was not bluffing, truly feeling, though he lost a leg, that the self-explosion of the battery likely caused severe damage to the opponent too.

He believed that if the opponent had any sense, they would have no choice but to agree to his proposal, hastily find a place to patch up his severely damaged implant.

"The opponent's chest implant probably has been blown to pieces, that damage is much worse compared to my lost leg, and fixing it is no easy task. Even if it could be fixed, the time and money required, hm—"

The Peeping Tom contemplated inwardly, seemingly calming his rage and regret.

After all, for a cyborg, much strength is vested in implants, and losing them can be more distressing to some than being killed outright.

The white mist thinned gradually, like a veil before dawn, slowly fading, revealing clearer human silhouettes inside.

The Peeping Tom's electronic eye continuously zoomed in and out amid wild blinking, trying to pierce through the mist to capture more detailed images.

Then, he saw the silhouette in the white mist beginning to move slowly, one step after another, steadily walking out.

The footsteps, neither too soft nor too heavy, rhythmically echoed with his heartbeat, distinctly, yet eerily uncanny.

Step, step, step, step, step…

The footsteps approached slowly, growing louder, yet weren't solely the sound of shoe soles hitting the ground; amongst them seemed interspersed faint scraping akin to feline claws lightly skimming the ground.

Meanwhile, from within the white mist came a voice, carrying an unusual metallic tone, cold and strange:

"Indeed, you misunderstood, mistook me for a modification body, but I never said…"