Era of Magic and Martial Arts

Chapter 665: Chapter 614: The Most Critical Moment?

"Crack!"

A stone shot like a bullet hit the phone. The screen, about to dial a number, instantly went black, shattered into pieces, scattering all over the ground.

A bone-chilling wind swept in instantly, murderous intent materialized.

"Young Master Kuangyan, why struggle in vain?"

A cold voice, akin to a snake’s hiss, sounded almost against his neck,

"Hand over the sheepskin scroll, and we can let you die quickly; otherwise... would you like to experience the miserable fate of those killed by [Mask]?"

The special agent suddenly spun around, his right arm shook and trembled, muscles on the flesh bulging in a circle, poised for a hammer strike.

The crimson-gold Finger Tiger instantly erupted with a dazzling golden light, the tadpole-like runes seemed to come alive, rapidly flowing across the metal surface.

The length of the pipe appeared suddenly illuminated.

The tall elder stood firm, a trace of contempt in his eyes.

He reached down with his palm, shaped like a chicken claw without dodging or avoiding, his index finger protruding. A bizarre fake nail was affixed to his fingertip, exuding a sinister black vapor.

If one looked closely, faint runes also flowed on that nail, emanating an unsettling, foul aura.

"Buzz——!"

Golden light clashed with black vapor, Finger Tiger collided with the fake nail.

The expected thunderous explosion did not occur.

Time seemed to freeze at the moment of impact for a fraction of a second.

Then, there was a hissing sound...

The golden light melted away, and the seemingly indestructible Finger Tiger was pierced by the paper-thin fake nail, visibly corroded, showing spots of rust.

The special agent’s scalp went numb with shock, eager to withdraw his hand, but the elder’s withered claw gripped his wrist like an iron clamp.

He gritted his teeth, driving his entire energy and blood furiously into the Finger Tiger.

These weapons from the Hidden Sect weren’t scientific creations, they couldn’t generate energy by themselves, requiring the user to inject power instead.

If scientific creations draw power from different chemical fuels, batteries, or nuclear energy, then these require the most primal biological energy.

Either the summoned energy and blood, the burning life force, or resonating spirit, even the soul.

"Urgh——"

The special agent let out a heart-wrenching scream of pain.

He felt an indescribable force penetrate the Finger Tiger, invading his wrist in an instant, cold and evil, eroding his vitality.

He looked down horrified, seeing the golden light of the Finger Tiger dim, rust marks dreadfully spreading onto his wrist.

In no time, his skin turned ashen, withered, covered with cracked wrinkles at a speed visible to the naked eye, aging him decades in moments;

The muscles and bones within emitted subtle cracking sounds, rapidly desiccating and becoming brittle like branches deprived of water.

In the next moment, the Finger Tiger slipped from his thinned fingers onto the ground; simultaneously, the elder’s claw suddenly tightened, and the special agent distinctly heard the terrifying crunch of his wrist being crushed.

Accompanying the bone crunch was the elder’s cold and mocking voice:

"Young Master Kuangyan, you are so naive. Since I was sent to take your life, how could I not be prepared?"

He glanced at the rust-corroded Finger Tiger on the ground, sighed:

"The Finger Tiger you wielded is a fine thing, just happened to be countered by my black nail. It’s a pity to see such a good Finger Tiger wasted by you."

Pain—drilling into bones, piercing through the soul!

The special agent watched in horror as bone fragments, mixed with shredded muscles and blood vessels, were squeezed from the elder’s fingers, eyes nearly bursting with rage. Never had he endured such pain in his life.

At this moment, he had to accept that this old fellow indeed intended to kill him and had the audacity to do so.

The special agent was shocked and furious; his confidence when he arrived now turned into a fearful tumult.

But can you blame him?

He didn’t expect his intended opponent would change!

"Heh... heh heh..."

Hoarse sounds akin to a broken bellows came from his throat, the pain nearly suffocating him.

He stumbled backward in panic, instinctively pulling at his arm, desperately trying to reclaim his wrist.

"Rip——!"

The sound akin to tearing wet cloth, making one’s teeth ache.

His right forearm, held only by skin and a few tendons, was ruthlessly torn off by his own force!

Half of the twisted, shattered hand remained within the tall elder’s fingers, while the torn wrist he reclaimed was bald, with menacing bones protruding into the air and fresh blood dripping along the bone ends.

"Ah——!! My hand!!"

Song Kuangyan’s eyes widened to the limit, the whites completely overtaken by bloodshot veins, his pupils dilated from sheer agony and terror.

He let out a furious roar, swinging his other hand at the elder, only to freeze midway and swiftly retreat, fiercely hitting the buckle on his waist.

"You want to kill me? Not that easy!"

The voice trembled violently from pain and rage, each word drenched in boundless venom,

"Once I contact Mother... all of you, along with that beast Song Kuangyi, will die, none shall survive!

I will make your lives worse than death!!!"

"Buzz——!"

A light blue, semi-transparent energy force field emerged from his belt, expanding from him as the center, its surface flowing with fine ripples, forming a spherical shield about two meters in diameter.

The shield’s edge made slight static buzzing sounds as it brushed against the dirty air, repelling falling dust and approaching foul odors.

This time it wasn’t a creation from the Hidden Sect but a legitimate scientific invention—a Magnetic Repulsive Field Generator, capable of deflecting various kinetic and thermal weapon attacks through magnetic forces.