Chapter 331: 106: The Silent Hunt

Chapter 331: Chapter 106: The Silent Hunt

It was clear that the other party had not yet realized that he had noticed.

At that moment, Mu Fan’s Sky Communication suddenly rang out, its crisp bell echoing in the corridor.

Mu Fan took it out to answer, “Hey, see you up ahead? Okay, I’ll come over in a bit.”

He hung up the Sky Communication and walked forward without pause.

Everything seemed so natural, as if Mu Fan had really answered a call from Wang Nuonuo.

The person following behind, no matter how powerful, could never know that it was all an illusion created by intelligent life.

Leaving the intersection, Mu Fan looked straight ahead naturally, but his attention was highly focused behind him.

After walking more than ten meters, a hint of relief crossed Mu Fan’s face.

The aura was still locked on him.

It was clear, the target was him, and it had nothing to do with Wang Nuonuo.

That was fine; without any worries behind him, Mu Fan walked naturally on the deserted path, which was about a hundred meters long and also had a turn, which seemed deserted to Mu Fan.

Fingering the exterior of the Sky Communication device, Mu Fan made a decision in a split second as his gaze turned cold.

He was close to the corner now, closer.

“Need to relieve myself, I’ll take a quick break,” Mu Fan murmured to himself, then darted into the side path.

Seconds later, a silent hovering skateboard appeared a few dozen meters behind Mu Fan with a person in a grey cloak standing on it, looming like a ghost in the shadows.

However, upon hearing Mu Fan’s words and observing his actions, the person’s mouth beneath the mask sported a cold smirk.

Although it was unclear why the Hunting Target had failed, when he had heard of a bounty from the Dark Killer Guild, he snatched it up without hesitation.

Finding the target was unexpectedly effortless after he had almost scoured the large college buildings in the eastern part for some time.

This time, he marvelled, let’s see how you escape!

As he drew near to the corner, the cloaked figure bent low, locking his metal gloved hands and the sides of the skateboard.

The silent floating skateboard moved up along the side wall.

Solomon, a grey-robed Mechanical Master and also a High Tier assassin of the Dark Killer Guild.

For them, their own bodies and mechas were deadly weapons.

Now, all he needed was to lock down Mu Fan’s location and then coerce him to disclose the whereabouts of the Star Map Relic.

After that, he could leave Blue Capital Star, and of course, this young man wouldn’t survive.

The silent skateboard clung onto the flat rooftop of a three-story building.

In his sight, that young man stood about thirty meters away inside from the corner entrance, with his back towards it.

Hehe…

The silent skateboard noiselessly descended from the adjacent rooftop.

This was their unique tool of Solomon, the silent magnetic footboard—an ultimate tool for silent sneaking and assassination.

His cloak made no sound, and in the quiet alley, only the rustling sound of Mu Fan unbuckling his belt could be heard.

Almost within five meters, ready to launch a surprise attack.

Knock him out first and then use his unique method to extract everything from this young man.

Eight meters, seven meters, six meters…

“It’s really tough for you to keep up,” suddenly a light voice came from ahead.

The Dark Gold Masked Man froze, his eyes now undisguisedly showing his murderous intent.

Facing him, about five meters away, the young man had already turned around, smiling at him with those light words just having come from his lips.

Mu Fan, who seemed far from actually relieving himself, tapped his belt continuously, the deceiving sound echoing once more.

He had been tricked!

“When did you notice me?” the masked man dropped all pretense, straightening up as both feet left the magnetic footboard to the ground.

“Don’t you think it’s redundant to ask that?” Mu Fan said, “and your voice… sounds very familiar.”

The moment Mu Fan spoke up, he recalled who this was!

The masked man he had encountered at the Star Curtain Trading House!

Moreover, under Mu Fan’s gaze, which treated the darkness as nothing, there was no change at all on the dark gold mask opposite him.

“Hehe, kid, you even know about me.”

Soashre, a Solomon gray-robed mechanical master, said with a sinister smile.

Here, he needed no disguise; this place was a surveillance blind spot, and he would be leaving tomorrow.

Mu Fan sighed, “How could I not know? You were the one who set that little ant, right? You must have had a hard time searching for it, right?”

Now, he had connected that silent little thing with the masked figure in front of him.

For the first time, a flicker passed through Soashre’s eyes as a raspy voice said, “So, you discovered the hunting target I set. Since that’s the case, there’s no need to beat around the bush.”

The laughter in Mu Fan’s voice also disappeared, “Why are you following me?”

“Hand over the Star Map relic.”

Mu Fan looked puzzled but was adamant, “I don’t know anything about any relic.”

“Kid, give me the thing inside the isolation ball you bought at the auction,” Soashre’s patience slowly wearing thin.

“That’s impossible.” Mu Fan flatly refused; he would definitely not give his heart-locking grass to the other party.

Unfortunately, at this moment, Mu Fan and his adversary had a fundamental misunderstanding.

And Soashre would never tell Mu Fan what the Star Map relic truly represented.

“Kid, you’ll soon learn what it means to wish for death,” he said with a sinister smile, his dark gold mask’s eyes emitting a cold light.

Mu Fan said nothing, his hands shook, and he instantly assumed a defensive stance.

With a hint of mockery in his eyes, Soashre watched as a faint blue light flashed from the magnetic platform, forming an invisible ripple that covered the space with a hemispherical force field.

“Sound isolation field,” Black’s voice echoed in Mu Fan’s ears.

Hidden under the cloak, his hands suddenly rose.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

In nearly an instant, Mu Fan clearly saw the dozens of dark figures emerging!

The mechanical crossbow at the wrist of the metal gauntlet instantly ejected dozens of rapidly spinning ultra-short crossbow arrows.

And as they left the crossbow mechanism, the tips of the arrows opened into crosses, their slight blue-green glow chilling to the bone!

The already narrow path was completely blocked by these crossbow arrows.

Mu Fan, who had been prepared for close combat, took a deep breath and stepped directly on the side wall, running straight up the wall.

Thud, thud, thud!

After changing direction and borrowing force three times, Mu Fan had risen more than three meters above the ground.

Ding, ding, ding!

The sound of crossbow arrows hitting the ground came, and that shadow finally passed.

Phew, Mu Fan’s figure descended.

At that moment, Soashre suddenly moved, appearing right where Mu Fan was about to land, his body surging with a fierce kick.

Mu Fan braced his hands above his head; his eyes locked firmly on the opponent’s ankle, his hand faster than the opponent’s pressing down there.

But as his palm was about to touch the opponent’s ankle, the opponent’s foot eerily twitched, revealing a flash of cold light!

Foot blade!

Mu Fan’s right hand transformed, slapping fiercely to the side.

Snap!

The side of the foot blade was perfectly clamped by Mu Fan at the perfect angle, and using this slight force, he successfully avoided this extremely dangerous attack.

Thud, Mu Fan’s feet landed on the ground.

Click, click, the mechanical arm shone with two glimmers of cold light.

Two S-shaped snake-shaped flying blades appeared in Soashre’s hands.

Solomon snake blades!

And they had just been dipped in nerve toxin, slicing through the air without hesitation towards him.

Mu Fan narrowed his eyes, stood up from the ground, flicked his hands, and then pulled his right arm back; the muscles in his right hand and legs suddenly burst forth.