Era of Magic and Martial Arts

Chapter 607 - 585: Imprisoning Energy? No Honor in Battle! (Double - )

Master Li Guishen moved, his figure instantly disappeared from where he stood.

Even though Feng Mu possessed both LV3 Dynamic Vision and Insight simultaneously, he could only capture a faint afterimage, catching just a flicker of black light in the air.

"Hiss—Boom!!!"

A blinding blue-white electric light was suppressed by a shriveled black hand, and the deadly blue light bizarrely diverted into the ground, casting ghostly green-white shadows.

Li Guishen casually flicked his hand, then suddenly flipped his wrist, with his palm cradling a mass of out-of-control, chaotic blue light as if holding water.

Even through the lenses, Feng Mu felt his eyelids chill slightly.

Master Li Guishen hadn’t completely diverted the Pulse Gun’s energy; he held a portion of it in his palm!

Held it in his palm???

Feng Mu felt a slight tingling on his scalp, beginning to understand why the [Deceiver’s Glasses] marked his master in black.

Feng Mu’s scalp was mildly tingling with fear, and the White Mask bore an even greater chill throughout his body, staring intently at Li Guishen’s shriveled old hand almost as if in shock.

Even if you shattered a Pulse Gun, he wouldn’t be this surprised.

But you’ve actually managed to... grasp the energy shot by the Pulse Gun?

What kind of concept is this?

To put it simply, it’s akin to someone catching a bullet with their bare hands in Feng Mu’s past life.

"Holding Restrictive Energy?!! This is..."

White Mask’s throat went dry, unable to comprehend why a simple extra meal turned into such a big deal, eventually producing such an old guy?

Takeout?

Indeed, Captain, we really delivered ourselves as takeout here!

Li Guishen raised his hand, palm facing White Mask as he slowly moved it towards him.

The chaotic blue light twisted and turned; before the palm even touched the mask, it began to crack with a "kakaka", revealing a terrified face beneath.

He wanted to dodge, retreat, shake his head, but he couldn’t move at all.

The surrounding air seemed to transform into invisible mire, exerting a terrifying pull that not only held him in place but also dragged his face unwillingly towards that hand.

"Master! Please no!"

"Hold on now, Master!"

More terrified than White Mask were Zhao Zhixin and Yuan Xidi, who both cried out urgently, voices filled with distress.

Watching the delivered takeout about to be destroyed by Master was indeed more unbearable than if they had been killed.

The disciples’ cries caused Li Guishen to pause his palm, raising his eyebrows and moving his hand away from the frightened face at the last moment.

"Thank you, Master!"

Before White Mask could even express gratitude, Zhao Zhixin and Yuan Xidi were already joyfully thanking him.

Anyone would think the three of them were in cahoots.

The surrounding air eased immediately, as White Mask hurriedly stepped back, intending to flee, but before he could move, Zhao Zhixin and Yuan Xidi each blocked him by gripping one of his shoulders.

Li Guishen withdrew his hand, pressing it gently to extinguish the blue light completely, then took a few leisurely steps and reached out into the thick night sky.

In Feng Mu’s eyes, that position hid a health bar.

The Three-Pronged Jade in Feng Mu’s pupils spun rapidly, almost forming a phantom.

This time, he saw a little more clearly.

Master’s steps weren’t moving in a straight line; instead, he was following a curve trajectory that Feng Mu couldn’t understand. The darkness under Master’s cloth shoes was wrinkled in layers by his dancing steps.

It was as if a flat paper was repeatedly folded into "MMMM" wave patterns.

"It’s not that Master’s speed is fast, but the path beneath his feet is compressed and folded?"

"Some kind of mystical high-grade Stepping Technique or Martial Inference Skill, or perhaps not even Martial Arts, but...?"

The revelation shook Feng Mu to his core; even with his Three-Pronged Jade Insight pushed to the limit, it was still as if he were floundering in mist — with his current Martial Arts knowledge, it was as if he saw but did not comprehend.

Feng Mu felt a stronger filial piety towards his Master.

"Senior brothers and sisters are important, so is Master, I must not favor one over the other," Feng Mu thought to himself.

Li Guishen grabbed with one hand, precisely catching a high-explosive bomb flying through the air.

Casually clenching his hand, his fingers lightly curled, the high-explosive bomb fizzled into a dud before even exploding.

The next moment, he transformed his grasp into a release with a flick, shattering the night like a mirror, revealing yet another White Mask dressed in exoskeleton armor, with a slightly slimmer figure.

It was the Baby Face Captain.

As soon as Baby Face materialized, the exoskeleton gauntlet aimed at Li Guishen’s head and slammed down, the nails flickering with cold light.

Li Guishen remained expressionless, neither dodging nor avoiding, simply flicking his fingers like playing a lute.

"Ding! Ding! Ding! Crack! Bang!"

Crisp notes rang out like a string of pearls; the high-powered particle cutting blade hanging on Baby Face’s back, the miniature high-explosive bomb at their waist, the Pulse Gun strapped to their waist... all highly destructive thermal weapons shattered and disassembled like fragile glassware!

Various precise parts, energy modules, explosive detonators scattered all over the ground, in an instant, deadly weapons worth a fortune transformed into a heap of scrap metal.

Yet, the hard exterior remained intact, not a single scratch!

The disciples enjoyed opening up themselves, so let them have it, for he had taught them from a young age — only by doing it yourself does the food taste better!

"Clang—!"

The exoskeleton fist landed solidly on Li Guishen’s forehead, yet the force that could crush half-meter thick steel plates didn’t even crack Li Guishen’s skull.

Li Guishen’s brittle old skull was tougher than steel!

Not to mention breaking it, not even a red mark appeared, only slightly rustling the sparse few hairs on Li Guishen’s forehead.