Chapter 714 - 638: Pupil Technique—Eternal Imprisonment Corridor!

Chapter 714: Chapter 638: Pupil Technique—Eternal Imprisonment Corridor!

"Rip—"

The belt, already slashed by Xiaojiu’s clawed wind, was barely holding on by a few strands of fiber and finally uttered its last wail in the midst of his intense movements, completely snapping.

The broken belt dangled down powerlessly like a dying snake.

Fortunately, his waist was robust, and the loose waistband just managed to hang on at his hip bones instead of dropping all the way down.

Yet, the unrestrained fabric still slid down an inch or so, inevitably revealing half of his bright red underwear.

Well, it was his zodiac year, and wearing red undies was supposed to bring good luck, but who knew...

The striking red stood out glaringly against the torn black robe and bloodstained outfit.

As he continued to dodge around, that patch of red appeared and disappeared, tightened with his tensed muscles and swayed subtly with his relaxing moves, like a defiant... banner of shame flying amidst the smoke.

In short, this claw from Xiaojiu had little harm but immense insult.

The venomous claw left a bloodied hole deep enough to expose bone, oozing pus constantly, but the tall Night Watcher, with the formidable skill of the "Nine Yang Red Skill" and iron will, remained stone-faced, not even a twitch in his brows.

Yet at the moment when the belt broke and the red underwear was fully exposed, an unprecedented panic instantly gripped him, turning his face beneath the mask crimson.

Scorching heat rushed from his earlobes to the back of his neck, making his entire scalp tingle, sweat dripping down his temples only to be evaporated by the "Nine Yang Red Skill."

Now, every move he made became precarious, extraordinarily cautious.

Every side dodge, every forceful block, every push back required allocating a part of his mind to tighten down his inner thigh and core muscles, using sheer will to hold the precarious waistband line that could collapse at any moment.

Half-revealed was his last shred of dignity.

He really couldn’t expose anymore.

Little did he know, this "half-hidden" was even more enticing, arousing others’ primal instincts.

"Heh heh heh... Good, very good!"

Xiaojiu’s eyes suddenly flashed with a vicious gleam, his hand’s movements accelerating, every move aimed at the tall Night Walker’s red underwear.

By now, Xiaojiu had realized it too, the Night Watcher before him had a health bar thick to a ridiculous degree.

The berserk power he gained by burning his soul could shred ordinary experts to pieces, but when it slammed into the tall Night Watcher, it felt like a heavy hammer into resilient rubber, though it left the opponent’s skin ruptured, pus flying, it was still far from truly killing him.

Dragged on any longer, who knows if the opponent would die, but he surely would burn out.

Thankfully, he finally found a "fatal point" of his opponent.

He suddenly lowered his stance, enduring a hard blow from the opponent, his five fingers hooked like claws, fiercely scratching downward.

This strike, not aiming to deplete the opponent’s health, was just to tear apart the pesky red cloth.

To directly force the opponent to surrender!!!

"Despicable!"

The tall Night Watcher’s pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints, a fierce shiver gripping his heart.

Never did he expect the opponent would stoop to such a level.

Simply stopping at nothing to kill him.

Wearing red undies seemed a bit of a slander on a Night Watcher’s name, but if he wore nothing at all, leaving him exposed, then... just imagining the scene made his vision blur.

It seemed better off dead.

After all, a social death was a fate more terrifying than death!

The only comfort for the tall Night Watcher was that he still had a black mask on his face, his last shred of dignity.

Xiaojiu, tearing off the tall Night Watcher’s underwear with one claw while enduring a blow, spat out a mouthful of blood as he stumbled back two steps, laughing madly:

"Hahaha, this is the Achilles’ heel of all you egg-bearing people, not like me, having rid of that burden at seven, that weakness has since ceased to exist!!!"

The tall Night Watcher, however, couldn’t capitalize on the advantage, constrained as if under a Body-Freezing Technique, frozen in place, covering his crotch with one hand and shielding his privates with the other, his eyes ablaze with devouring rage.

Xiaojiu laughed wildly again, launching another clawed assault at his opponent’s lower region.

The tall Night Watcher, one hand guarding his crotch, was forced to let go with the other hand and strike forward.

At that very moment, a loud explosion echoed from above them both.

The sound came from the shattered window on the second floor of the special agent’s residence.

"Boom—!!!"

A dark figure, like a cannonball hurled by tremendous force, wrapped in shards of the window frame and glass, roared at an astonishing speed and shot toward them.

It was Feng Ju’s headless corpse, crashing unfortunately right into the midst of their fierce struggle.

The tall Night Watcher seized this interruption, hastily pulling his waistband and leaping sharply backward.

Xiaojiu, however, had no time to retract his force and had no intention of changing his direction, his claw landing hard near the waist and thigh of the headless corpse.

"Crack—"

A crisp sound echoed, seemingly like bone being shattered, or perhaps something else breaking apart.

The headless corpse fell heavily, its entire skeleton breaking in pieces with the impact, a puddle of turbid liquid slowly seeping from the torn wound ripped open by claws. 𝑓𝑟ℯℴ𝓂

It looked suspiciously like foul blood and pus oozing from a wound Xiaojiu tore.

Yet the problem was, how could a dried corpse, drained of blood, its soul devoured clean, have any moisture left to "poison" and ooze pus?

Nevertheless, Xiaojiu had no time to ponder so much just now.

He didn’t even know who this headless corpse was, much less take time to contemplate its fatal state.

At that moment, all of Xiaojiu’s attention was riveted on the exposed chest cavity of the corpse.