Free Web NovelChapter 233: Chapter 202: The Actor and the Wrecking Crew
On the edge of Core Floating Island G-01, there was a forest of jagged, bizarre rock formations.
A black shadow swept through the sky like a Ghost. As it neared the ground, the Wingsuit abruptly retracted. The figure, like a weightless feather, landed silently in the shadow of a massive boulder.
Han Feng crouched in the shadows, his breathing instantly slowing. He deliberately suppressed his heartbeat to just a few beats per minute, his entire being seeming to merge with the rock.
’This is the core area?’
Han Feng’s eyes narrowed, and a faint golden light glinted in the depths of his pupils.
[Spiritual Vision] activated.
In an instant, the hazy, gray world before his eyes underwent a cataclysmic transformation.
Countless lines, points of light, and flows of Energy intertwined, revealing the world’s true form.
At the sight, Han Feng nearly let out a whistle.
’Damn, are these guys here on vacation or serving a prison sentence?’
In his field of Perception, the ruins ahead were nothing short of a massive vortex of Energy.
Not only were there dozens of intensely strong points of Spiritual Power, but a dense network of Spiritual Power lines was also buried underground. It was like a giant, glowing spiderweb, blanketing the entire central area so tightly that nothing could get through.
His gaze pierced the camouflage layer on the surface, and Han Feng saw an underground base with a metallic sheen.
In a massive, transparent isolation chamber on the base’s east side, rows of white hibernation pods stood out conspicuously.
Through the higher-dimensional perspective of [Spiritual Vision], Han Feng could even make out the people lying inside.
Hundreds of people, lined up neatly like cans of Spam on a supermarket shelf.
’Tsk. No wonder I didn’t see any of these arrogant pricks on the way here. So they’ve all been "kept."’
Han Feng griped internally.
He saw through their condition at a glance. Although their vital signs were stable, their brainwave activity was in an extremely bizarre, low-frequency state.
This wasn’t normal sleep or an injury-induced coma. It was more like they had been forced into deep hibernation by some drug or technological method.
His gaze shifted again, and he saw several figures moving outside the isolation chamber.
He couldn’t make out their faces, but the unique Spiritual Power fluctuations emanating from them, along with the surrounding High-Level Arrays, all pointed to the same conclusion.
Star Sea Technology and the Inner City Sun Family.
’Those two families are really in cahoots!’
Han Feng sneered inwardly.
Just as he was about to probe the main control room, his Divine Sense, which had a hundred-meter range, suddenly rippled.
Someone was coming.
Moreover, they didn’t seem to be making any effort to hide their presence. Their footsteps were as clumsy as a startled wild boar’s as they stumbled and crashed in his direction.
Han Feng raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk touching his lips.
’Are they afraid I won’t notice them?’
Instead of remaining hidden, he stepped out from behind the boulder nonchalantly.
He even deliberately snapped a dry twig underfoot, making a sharp CRACK.
’Since someone’s gone to the trouble of putting on a show, wouldn’t it be rude of me not to play along?’
"H-Help! Help me!"
Along with a bloodcurdling scream, a young man covered in blood burst out of the gray mist.
He wore a tattered combat suit and carried a Longsword with a nicked blade. His face was caked in blood and dirt, his eyes filled with terror and despair.
There were no Demon Beasts chasing him.
But from the way he was scrambling and tumbling, you’d think eight hundred Fierce Ghosts were on his tail, baying for his soul.
The young man, seemingly "panicking and fleeing blindly," charged straight in Han Feng’s direction.
When he saw Han Feng standing by the boulder, his eyes lit up. The look in them—like a drowning man clutching at a final straw—was worthy of an Oscar.
"Senior Brother! Help me! Up ahead... there’s a monster up ahead!"
The young man dropped to his knees with a THUD, grabbing Han Feng’s thigh. Snot and tears streamed down his face as he wailed, smearing them all over Han Feng’s pant leg.
Han Feng looked down at the man groveling at his feet.
An ordinary, hot-blooded student might have actually been fooled by this masterful performance and rushed off to play the hero.
But in Han Feng’s eyes, the data frame hovering above the man’s head was practically blinding.
A pale blue screen materialized on his retina, displaying several lines of text:
[Target]: Sun Bin.
[Identity]: Death Warrior of a Sun Family branch, disguised.
[Cultivation]: Meridian Passage Realm Second Layer (Disguised as having depleted Qi Blood; in reality, meridians are full and poised to strike).
[Status]: Performance mode active. A Tier One Upper Grade "Breaking Gang Needle" is concealed in his left sleeve, ready for a surprise attack.
[Objective]: Lure target into the "God-Catching Net" coverage area three hundred meters ahead.
His Spiritual Power, which was over two thousand, combined with the massive gap in Spiritual Power between them, allowed his [All Things Identification] Skill to acquire incredibly detailed information.
It could even capture the surface-level thoughts from the target’s cerebral cortex.
To be honest, even Han Feng himself was a little surprised to see such detailed information.
He suppressed the urge to laugh out loud as he looked at the bait before him.
’Tsk, tsk. What a convincing performance.’
’Do you have to be this extra just to be bait these days?’
’With skills like these, it’s a shame he’s not in the movies.’
’Well, if you want to put on a play, I’ll be happy to act my part.’
An expression of "shock," "wariness," and "gravity" instantly appeared on Han Feng’s face. He even played along by taking half a step back and resting his hand on the hilt of his sword.
"Who are you? What happened up ahead?"
