The sounds of metal clashing kept ringing, clear and sharp.
While he was in recovery, Fang Xiu had spent loads of spiritual coins to make these new throwing knives. They were made of Mind Steel, from those Wang Yanran had left behind.
These knives could conduct spiritual energy well, and they were tough and sharp. They were weaker than spiritual energy bullets, so they kept getting knocked away. But every time after getting hit, they'd flip around like they were alive and go right back at those bullets.
In just a short moment, all the spiritual energy bullets were knocked down.
Scarface was totally shocked, "Your knives can turn corners?!"
Ma Wenbin, standing nearby, saw what was up. He shouted, "It's his silver hair! Every knife is connected to a strand of his silver hair!"
"Darn it! What's up with his hair? It's like it can do anything!" Scarface cursed.
Fang Xiu's hair could control people, attack, defend, and even handle knives. It was like some kind of superpower they had never seen before.
Ma Wenbin, a second-tier psychic, figured it out right away. "His hair isn't a psychic power. It's a Specter, the possessing kind!"
"What!? A Specter!? He's got a Specter attached to him, is he even human anymore?"
Ma Wenbin didn't answer because Fang Xiu was already charging at them. He had this shiny scalpel in his hand, his silver hair flowing as he ran, and behind him were dozens of roaring Specter Slaves.
It seemed like the three were surrounded, even though they were in their own territory.
Suddenly, Fang Xiu vanished.
Seconds later, he appeared like a shadow on the wall of the corridor, running super fast, sticking close to the wall.
Sparks flew from his scalpel as it scraped against the wall.
He wasn't going for Ma Wenbin, the strongest one, but for Zhao.
Zhao wasn't that strong in a fight, but his Wanning Curse was really annoying. If it wasn't for Fang Xiu's hair Specter, a hit from Zhao would have made him vulnerable, unless he used up the Specter power in his scalpel to break through the Wanning Curse.
However, the power in the scalpel was strong yet short-lived. If he didn't finish the fight quickly, his own body would collapse. He didn't want to use it unless absolutely necessary.
Fang Xiu knew that Nightmare was always after him. He knew if he got seriously hurt, Nightmare would probably drag him into a dream.
Zhao freaked out when he saw Fang Xiu coming for him. He was just a support and stood no chance against someone as fierce as Fang Xiu.
Just then, Ma Wenbin, who hadn't made a move yet, finally stepped in.
Suddenly, blood started oozing from all his openingseyes, ears, nose, mouth, and even from the pores all over his body. In a flash, he looked like a blood-soaked man.
His blood seemed to be drawn by some force and shot out like a blood arrow straight at Fang Xiu. But Fang Xiu's silver hair shot up to meet it, like a whip. The moment they touched, there was a sizzling sound. His hair started corroding as if he had come into contact with acid.
WHOOSH!
Fang Xiu cut off the corroded part of his hair. It turned out that Ma Wenbin's blood was highly corrosive. Now that he was a second-tier psychic, his blood could corrode the silver hair.
Fang Xiu's silver hair, however, seemed endless.
Soon, the hair stood on ends like a porcupine's quills, shooting out tens of thousands of hair needles toward the three men. They were also surrounded by golden knives floating in the air and dozens of Specter Slaves.
Ma Wenbin looked stressed. He could handle Fang Xiu's attacks, but his Specter Slaves? Not so many. He probably never thought he'd be on the receiving end of a beatdown. Back in the day, he was the one leading his club to gang up on others. And now times had changed.
He kept flinging his blood, trying to block the endless attacks. His crimson blood formed a protective bubble around them.
All the attacks and Specter Slaves were hitting the bubble, making a constant sizzling sound. Somehow, it blocked everything.
Fang Xiu's hair was melting, and the Specter Slaves were getting torn apart.
From inside the blood shield, Ma Wenbin sneered, "Fang Xiu, that's all you've got? You can't touch me!"
Fang Xiu replied calmly, "Oh really? How long do you think you can protect those two weaklings? Bigger defense means more energy drain. I just have to keep attacking, and you're burning three times the energy to defend."
Ma Wenbin's face darkened. Fang Xiu was right. If it was just him, he wouldn't be using so much energy. He could even counterattack. But now, protecting his two sidekicks, his energy was draining faster, and he could only take hits like a sandbag.
If this kept up, once his spiritual energy ran out, he'd be dead.
All the while, Fang Xiu didn't stop his attack. The maimed Specter Slaves kept charging at the blood bubble, fearless.
Fang Xiu's silver hair kept shooting, causing ripples on the blood shield. It was like a battle of enduranceMa Wenbin defending with all he had, and Fang Xiu relentlessly attacking.
"Give up already. Let go of those two burdens. It's not worth risking your life for them," Fang Xiu's voice penetrated the blood bubble, sounding like a devil tempting him.
Ma Wenbin's two sidekicks looked terrified hearing this. "Boss, please don't listen to him! We're your most loyal men. Don't abandon us!"
Ma Wenbin's expression shifted, appearing somewhat contemplative as if he was considering it.
Then, Fang Xiu added, "I'm only after Ma Wenbin. If you two turn on him now and help me take him down, I'll let you go. I could even get you into the Investigation Bureau."
The three men's faces all changed upon hearing this.
"Fang Xiu! You think we'd fall for your trick?" Ma Wenbin yelled. He then turned to his men, "Don't worry, I won't abandon you. Remember our pledge when we joined the club? The Bright Club only exists as long as you're here."
Zhao's eyes showed a flicker of gratitude, but in a split second, a blood arrow pierced his heart. Scarface too was impaled. Their blood flowed out, all moving toward Ma Wenbin.
"How could you!" they cried out, eyes filled with anguish.
Ma Wenbin, however, smiled, "Don't blame me for this. Blame Fang Xiu. Protecting you two would have been my end. Better to use your blood to strengthen myself and avenge you. As for Bright Club? Sorry, it survives only as long as I do."
As he spoke, the blood shield faded away, revealing a blood-drenched Ma Wenbin and his two dying subordinates."