Chapter 779: 552 Excellent Knife Skills! (Two Chapters Combined)

Chapter 779: Chapter 552 Excellent Knife Skills! (Two Chapters Combined)

“””(4600 words in total, no need to divide into two chapters, just sending it out now~)

The nighttime at the academy seemed exceptionally quiet, especially when Byron entered the tranquil forest path; it felt like stepping into a primeval dense forest.

Further away, the groups of students, three or two in a cluster, had no idea that the imposing man who had just passed by was a mutant from the Night Teeth Team.

Creak, creak, the sound of his footsteps on the neatly arranged stone path surprisingly brought him a rare moment of relaxation.

“Ha, what’s gotten into me? This academy really has something eerie about it, almost made me feel like I’m a normal human… Hahaha.”

Talking to himself, Byron burst into laughter again.

The map showed that crossing this forest would take him to the apartment area; it seemed like Blood Teeth was already beckoning to him.

Sending out, returning with someone’s life.

What an interesting affair!

Walking along, Byron suddenly stopped, his breath quickening as he looked towards the distance.

A faint scent of cigar carried by the air current drifted over, unusually pleasant, probably the smell of a top-quality cigar.

However, the visibility on the winding forest path was not very good at night; he couldn’t see any figures.

Furthermore, with his keen hearing, he could assure that there was no one within a hundred meters; it seemed that someone had passed by here smoking, leaving behind this faint lingering aroma.

“There really are many fat sheep here in the academy, such a premium cigar, tsk tsk.”

“Suddenly missing the taste of tobacco,” Byron remarked nostalgically, then continued striding forward.

However, as he turned a corner along the path at the foot of the hill, he suddenly halted.

His muscles tensed in an instant.

Ahead was the end of the forest path, but within his line of sight, ten meters away, there was a red dot flickering brightly and dimly, next to which stood a tall and hefty shadow similar to his size.

The aroma from the superb cigar had now become rich.

In his line of sight, that red dot moved closer to the black figure standing beneath the tree canopy.

Then, a puff of white smoke was exhaled, and he finally heard a clear sigh of satisfaction right by his ear.

But what seemed normal to anyone else appeared highly abnormal to Byron.

As his senses were far superior to those of ordinary people, he had smelled the faint scent of cigar from sixty meters away but didn’t detect any human presence.

He trusted his body immensely since it was his means of dominance in the universe.

He could assert that just as he was about to turn the corner, he didn’t know there was a person standing ten meters away!

Only when he saw that spark did he notice the standing figure.

This was simply an impossibility!

Someone was smoking ten meters away, and he didn’t know it?

Thus, this incident itself was the biggest anomaly!

In the night, Byron’s orange vertical pupils almost narrowed into a slit, staring ahead with a menacing gleam.

“Want one?”

After blowing out two rings of smoke, the figure spoke faintly and then stepped out from under the tree shade.

Faint starlight fell on his face; his facial features finally cleared.

A square face, probably around forty years old, with a cheerful smile on his face, but his left eye, horribly pale and crossed with an X-shaped scar, appeared profoundly unsettling… He was blind in his left eye.

He was dressed in a cyan-grey academy uniform that perfectly outlined his robust physique.

At that moment, he was holding a half-smoked cigar in his right hand.

“…Who are you?” “””

When he spoke, Byron’s wrists under the sleeves of his leather jacket gently bent backward, his fingers on both hands quietly tensed, and eerily, a thin membrane began to grow between the fingers of each palm, slowly covering the palms. Soon, these membranes keratinized, and both palms turned into sharp bone knives hidden within the sleeves.

“Tsunayoshi from Ding Chuan Academy,” the man with only his right eye intact looked at Byron and then smiled, “But I guess I should be the one asking you, since I’m the host and you’re the guest.”

“I don’t understand,” Byron shook his head and began to take his first step forward, his hands, now completely keratinized under his sleeves, sprouting sharp bone blades.

If one simply looked at those arms, he could no longer be called human.

“It’s alright if you don’t understand; you just can’t walk any further. Why, don’t you really want a smoke? I could give you one,” Tsunayoshi’s intact right eye smiled, but his deathly still left eye made him look all the more eerie.

“I’m not used to smoking others’ cigarettes,” Byron spoke in a low voice, quickening his steps, one of which spanned over four meters, his arms slightly lifting as he leaned forward.

Then, as his words fell, he suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with bloodthirsty ferocity, and his entire body, with a push of his legs, burst forth.

The bones all over his body emitted a bursting twisting sound as his hands fiercely stabbed forward!

In that instant, his speed surged more than five times, his figure turning into a fierce gust of wind.

“Boom!”

The bone blades of his arms simultaneously pierced into the rock behind Tsunayoshi, and then, with a tremor of his muscles, a rock taller than a man was torn apart.

“Who are you after all!”

The ferocious and bloodthirsty aura grew heavier, the murderous intent in his orange vertical pupils unmasked.

Just as he was about to stab into his opponent’s body, the figure opposite him suddenly vanished!

Vanished calmly before his very eyes!

He had even clearly seen his reflection in the pupil of the opponent’s right eye.

“Ah, what a pity, not even wanting the last cigar before death. Since you’re in such a hurry, I’ll see you off then.”

A hoarse voice characteristic of a smoker sounded from behind him, a flick of a finger sending the remaining stub of the cigar, glowing with sparks, in a light parabola toward Byron.

Whoosh!

A fierce turning and horizontal slash, the heavy air seeming to split apart.

The sharp bone knives that became his palms sliced the cigar stub into two halves…

Yet he still felt no sensation of slicing into a body.

Snap.

A light sound, followed by a palm laying gently on Byron’s shoulder.

And before he could even turn his head, that lightly laid palm suddenly tightened, its fingers like steel, directly piercing into the shoulder blade of the man-eating shark, Byron.

“You are the bravest person I’ve ever seen.”

Amidst a chuckling laugh, Tsunayoshi’s figure solidified behind Byron, his calm right eye flashing with frenzy and excitement.

Body twisting, with a thunderous momentum, Tsunayoshi’s single hand clutched Byron and heavily smashed him into another large rock.

Boom!

The shoulder bone in his palm burst into pieces, a spurt of blood flashed through his sight, Byron’s body flying out without resistance, heavily crashing into the rock.

A crisp sound of bone bursting echoed in the forest path.

Casually shaking off the bone fragments and flesh from his fingers, the one-eyed Tsunayoshi sneered, “Worthless trash.”

“You’ve successfully angered me…”

In a grim voice, that bulky body unnaturally bent, bone cracks violently sounding from within, then the body swelled by several centimeters, a punch forcefully smashed onto the ground, creating a three-meter wide depression on the path.

Byron’s body shot back explosively, his speed doubling once again, the bent, powered-up bone knives fiercely slashed out.

Boom!

The bone knives split the lingering afterimage in front of him into two, then heavily chopped down onto the ground, a trench five meters long appearing on the surface.

Then, the giant, bloodthirsty Byron slowly stood up.

He now stood close to 2.5 meters tall, each step creating a massive dent in the stone-paved road.

With one hand supporting himself on the ground, Tsunayoshi shook his head and stood up several meters away.

“So he possesses supernatural healing abilities…well then, I won’t hold back, hahaha.”

The only remaining fervor in his right eye finally burst forth, even causing his lifeless left eye to tremble.

Under the bloodthirsty gaze of Byron, the one-eyed man slowly drew two cylindrical metal sword handles from behind his waist.

Buzz~

With a slight flick of his wrists, two dazzling blue light swords suddenly activated.

The only remaining eye watched as the man-eating shark’s figure massively expanded; Tsunayoshi slowly raised his head, a bloodthirsty smile on his face.

At that moment, Byron suddenly felt an overwhelming wave of murderous intent surge toward him!

…

Over five hundred meters away on a hillside, several masked men were observing the scene through a monocular.

“Seems like Lord Tsunayoshi is serious?”

“Tsk tsk, after spending three years in the Dark Department, we finally get to see the legendary Highland Warrior…”

“I hope Lord Tsunayoshi enjoys himself.”

Behind the three speakers, a group of men in black stood silently, seemingly unconcerned with the events.

There wasn’t much for them to concern themselves with.

“That’s brutal.”

“An arm gone, legs gone.”

“Wow, to think he could still regenerate and perfectly reattach like that, it’s amazing.”

“Impressive.”

The three masked men looked at each other, admiration in their eyes; such an ability was truly invincible.

“But Lord Tsunayoshi is a Highland Warrior…”

So the three picked up their monoculars again with relish.

Five minutes later, inside the glass hall at the summit of Wangdu Mountain, Dingchuan Academy, the alarm bell rang once more.

The previously silent senior instructors looked at each other, then Vice Dean Carrel, in the gaze of all present, calmly made the connection.

This time the projection was synchronized on both the giant screen and the mini holo-display.

In the image, under the faint starlight, although the light was dim, the communicator’s face was clearly visible.

His face covered in fresh blood, his horror-stricken left eye particularly evident when he opened his eyes.

Seeing Carrel’s energetic visage, Tsunayoshi smiled at the holo-display, waved his blood-covered right hand, then, with two fingers on his left hand, he brought a large cigar to his lips and took a delightful drag.

Seeing this scene, there was no sign of concern on the faces in the hall; a few even covered their foreheads in resignation.

“The mission is completed, I thought I’d let you know,” Tsunayoshi said cheerfully.

“Any casualties?”

“How could there be! I had the guys watch from a distance. This guy I personally dealt with…really a big shark, cut him in half, cut him into quarters, yet he still healed rapidly, it’s the first time I’ve seen such a miraculous creature.”

“So you activated your Highland bloodline? Show me this fool’s body,” said Ruan Xiongfei, whose 3D projection suddenly spoke, quite intrigued.

Blood-covered Tsunayoshi turned his head upon hearing this, seeing the 3D image of Ruan Xiongfei.

“It’s Instructor Ruan. Yes, I activated the Highland bloodline for a minute; it’s been a long while since I felt such a thrill. I think it’s essential to move our muscles regularly, it feels quite refreshing now, hahaha.” He contentedly took another puff of his cigar, blowing out a large smoke ring.

“The body is here, not very neat since he kept dodging, a total of 74 pieces, finally died when his blood drained out. You’ll have to make do.”

While holding his cigar, Tsunayoshi moved the holo-display from his face to the ground.

It clearly was a small path in the woods, but within ten meters around, it was completely a plain, with the supposed rocks and trees all reduced to dust.

At that moment, his feet were standing in a pool of blood plasma, surrounded by scattered limbs.

Neat and orderly, varying in size, but it was evident that Tsunayoshi was very intent on ensuring the correct orientation of each limb part.

For example, those seven pieces skewed in a straight line obviously formed an arm, and over there, split into four parts, was a head…

Senior instructors of the Fighting Department watched intently, while several teachers from the Mecha Department felt quite nauseated.

Indeed, the academy’s Dark Department was filled with a bunch of mentally abnormal folks.

When Ruan Xiongfei saw the corpses on the ground, his eyes lit up, and he sincerely praised:

“Excellent knife work! However, I feel you could cut even more evenly, for instance, the lower limbs’ proportions are a bit off, you could apply a few more cuts here and there…”

Tsunayoshi in the hologram unconsciously put down his cigar, listened earnestly to Ruan Xiongfei’s analysis, then nodded occasionally, saying somewhat embarrassedly, “Instructor Ruan, you jest, my hands have indeed grown a bit rusty recently, I will definitely improve next time!”

Vice Dean Carrel couldn’t bear it any longer, coughed twice, and drew everyone’s attention.

“If you two instructors wish to discuss further, please do so privately, let’s end this topic for now. Tsunayoshi, have the Dark Department clean up the scene and send it to the Biological Research Center. Ruan Xiongfei, if there’s nothing else, turn off the three-dimensional hologram.”

“Alright.”

“Ah, truly bland, just like that the meeting ended. Thank you colleagues, thank you, Dean, I’ll treat you to drinks when I get back~~”

Watching the giant screen shut down, Bald Ruan pursed his lips as his figure also disappeared from the seat.

Finally, the hall regained its previous calm.

Vice Dean Carrel looked at Instructor Bach, Brady, and other instructors across the room, cleared his throat, and said: “Let’s continue with the meeting, I reiterate once again, it is indeed necessary for us to protect our outstanding students at Dingchuan Academy.”

“I concur.”

“I concur.”

Thus, amidst a chorus of agreements, the overnight emergency meeting finally unanimously approved Instructor Bach’s application.

…

The chunks of flesh and blood plasma on the woodland path were soon cleaned up by several garbage collection robots, while two thousand meters away, Mu Fan, the core cause of everything, was comfortably dreaming.

He had no idea what was happening outside, as the bed was simply too comfortable.

“Hu~ Hu~”

With the sound of snoring that shook the heavens, Dingchuan Academy welcomed the dawn of the next day.

Outside Blue Capital Star, a fierce-looking Battle Mother Ship was slowly approaching the atmosphere.

This planet’s defense system didn’t perform routine verification, but instead, it had opened a special channel in advance because of the warship’s alarming status.

S Squad, Flying Dragon!

In the enormous command hall, members dressed in Special Fleet Commander uniforms gathered together.

Through the ten-meter-tall giant glass outside, there was the serene universe and the increasingly larger lush blue planet.

A mature and curvaceous “T-Rex” frowned as she looked ahead, “Falcon, are you sure we won’t provide any support for the upcoming assessment?”

Wearing a beret, Falcon stood at the forefront with his hands behind his back, looking distantly at the rapidly approaching planet, and without turning his head, said:

“I know you’re worried about that kid, but this has been approved by Madman Ruan, so don’t plead anymore, it will put me in a difficult position.”

“But he’s still young!” The woman, called Dragon Aunt by Mu Fan, obviously seemed anxious.

“He’s not that young anymore!” Falcon interrupted bluntly, turning his head to look at the only woman in the team and said: “Killing three members of the Night Teeth Team with your hands, and the tactics of the latter two times were quite cunning, all I see is reassurance, are you still the T-Rex of the S Squad?”

Hearing Falcon’s rebuke, the beautiful woman snorted coldly and did not speak again, though her expression was somewhat displeased.

“The upcoming assessment concerning psychological and ideological moulding is far more important than physical, it’s the most crucial part. Hence, it’s also the most pivotal aspect of the assessment, and I am very much looking forward to his choice…”

Falcon stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes filled with reminiscence, gazing into the depths of space.