I engaged in a continuous assault with the "Faceling" in front of me like a machine-gun pair. While attacking, we are also moving quickly inside the park. Sometimes on the trails covered with dead leaves, sometimes on the fountain squares, and more often on the rugged grass to exchange attacks. However, whether it is my attack or his, they will be intercepted by each other in the middle. The energy of the violent collision of limbs is also channeled into the ground by us in the magic of "turning parts into wholes", so even though it is the other body that is attacked, it is always our foothold that is destroyed in the end.

In a short time, all the areas we passed were devastated by the devastation, as if there had been a continuous bombardment of artillery shells here, the ground became potholes, and some public facilities were also damaged by ponds. Needless to say, I understand that the continuation of this fighting situation will inevitably attract the attention of the people, but the "Facelings" have no intention of giving up. If I hesitate or be distracted, I will die without a place to bury.

Speed, power, technique, reflexes...... Whether it's "hardware" or "software", "Facelings" are exactly the same as me. We are all fully aware of each other's tactical choices, and this kind of battle may not be able to end if we are given another ten or twenty minutes, let alone a minute or two.

However, with my current proficiency in "turning parts into wholes", twenty seconds is the limit.

It's the same when you think about the other side, at the moment of exhaustion, even if you don't want to stop, you will have more than enough strength and not enough strength.

However, just as the fight continued into the fifteenth second, I gradually savored a rather terrifying fact.

That's this "Faceling", and he doesn't seem to get tired.

This is undoubtedly quite anomalous. Some martial artists sweat profusely with just one blow under their full concentration, but in exchange, the blow will become extremely violent. This is because a well-trained martial artist knows how to make the muscles spew out all their explosive power at the cost of quickly exhausting their physical strength. "Turning parts into wholes" is also a trick that is extremely burdensome on the body, and at this time, fifteen seconds have passed, but he is not tired at all, and I have a tendency to weaken.

If it was me who was "dreaming within a dream" last time, I would still be able to greatly reduce my burden by virtue of my incomparably in-depth grasp of "turning parts into wholes", but here I don't have such conditions at all.

I'm sure he's not a psyker, and he's no better at "turning parts into wholes" than I do. So, how exactly did he do it?

Not only that, but from just now, he didn't even seem to have even done anything similar to ventilation!

In any case, I have to retreat and regroup.

We pulled out of his attack radius and into the woods behind us. He paused slightly, and then rushed towards me like a cannonball from a tank. After I managed to avoid it, his body slammed into the grassy slope not far away. Suddenly, a large amount of dirt and grass roots rose from the ground like an anti-tank mine explosion, and even I was inevitably shocked. It's not that I'm not impossible, but from a bystander's point of view, "turning pieces into wholes" really doesn't seem like a force that mortals who don't even have the slightest bit of psionic power can drive.

I took the opportunity to change my tone, then looked at the Facelings who were attacking again, and continued to think about how to defeat him.

In other words, how do you defeat an enemy who is exactly the same as you in strength and technology, but far superior in persistence?

Calm down and think about it. Of all the crises I've encountered so far, this is only a medium-level crisis. I will never succumb in such a crisis. Don't get flustered.

A second later, I came to my conclusion and spun deeper into the woods.

The "Facelings" bit the shadow I was dragging behind and chased after me. In the blink of an eye, I was in the place where I had buried my change of clothes, and I pierced the ground with both hands, grabbing two objects at the same time. One of these items was the "Black Metal Cane" that I used to deal with the Sheepskin Killer. At the same time, a murderous wind blew behind me.

I grabbed the black metal cane tightly, pulled it out of the ground, and swept it towards the Facelings behind me with a cloud of dirt.

He slid away like a leaf in the water avoiding the oars, and in the next moment, my second blow struck him.

As the saying goes, "one inch long, one inch strong", the advantage of a long weapon is that it can attack the enemy at a distance that the enemy cannot attack. In a battle of equal strength and technology, this extra attack radius out of thin air is the difference between cloud and mud.

He probably didn't expect me to do it. In just three rounds, my black metal cane struck him like a spear in the chamber. I heard the bones shattering, and I could tell with my eyes and my hand that his bones were sunken deep by the blow.

Won. I'm so sure.

However, immediately afterward, I saw an even more terrifying picture.

I saw that the "Faceling's" bore quickly returned to its original state as if it had gone back in time. As if he had never been hit by me, he attacked me again.

This is undoubtedly "super-fast regeneration".

Even with a lot of combat experience, I couldn't help but doubt my vision. Am I dreaming? A "Faceling" who can drive the "turn the pieces into wholes" mode without limits, tireless and without rest, and will regenerate in overdrive?

This monster is more powerful than me in a dream within a dream!

No matter how much it waveres, time will not stop. I swallowed my shock as I forced myself to deal with the situation calmly. It's going to be regenerated in overdrive, and that's good, I know, but so what. Even enemies that can be resurrected infinitely are not unheard of in the past, and this level of ability is everywhere in the world of psionics. What else will come next, the ray of death spewing out of the mouth? Or is it possible to transfer space? Or summon a lot of points with the same combat power as you? Take them all out and show me, and I'll get over the past without leaving anyone behind.

Rather reluctantly, I maintained the "Break into Whole" mode that was about to disintegrate, using a black metal cane to suppress the "Faceling" and bring him to the shade of a tree not far away.

Suddenly, the shade of the trees beneath his feet darkened abruptly, becoming inky black, like the surface of a lake, swallowing him inside.

Can he still sneak into the shadows?

At this moment, two thoughts came to my mind.

The first thought was what Xu Shengxing said to me. He said that when he passed around the corner in pursuit of the Faceling, the Faceling disappeared, and that it was a dead end.

The second thought was, "If he can enter from a shadow, he will surely come out of a shadow."

With that in mind, I rolled forward without hesitation. Almost at the same time, a blast of wind came from behind. It's the attack of the Facelings. I regained my footing, and saw him appear behind me at some point, and attack again.

I swung my black metal cane again. At this moment, his hands swelled suddenly, and all ten fingers pierced the leather hand, turning into ten sharp silver metal blades. With a single wave, my black metal cane was cut off like a fragile sanitary chopstick.

Shadow Shift's ability makes the ten fingers of both hands blades......

I was vaguely aware of his true nature, and immediately changed the attack route of the black metal cane, attacking his short-beaked beak mask.

I skillfully lifted his mask off, revealing his true face. Exactly, he does not have a "face" in the sense of common sense at all. Because he has no facial features, his face is as flat as white paper.

He's a "faceless murderer"!

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The world I live in represents supernatural powers, not only the psionics, but also the undead, and the subhumans are also considered to be touched. In addition to this, there are gods and elves, and so on.

Regardless of the gods, the definition of a spirit is well illustrated.

If the spirits of the dead are essentially formed by the thoughts of the dead, then the spirits are formed by the thoughts of the living. The thoughts of the living can be said to be the "electronic signal" of the soul, and if they add up, they are also a force. Therefore, theoretically, even the strange tales that circulate in the city can be found in the real world. And dealing with this kind of elves that are harmful to society is also one of the jobs of the Alliance Demon Subjugation Bureau.

The first time I heard about the "Faceless Killer" was through the mouth of the Faceless Shadow during the Faceling incident. In this strange story, the characteristics of the faceless murderer are that they have no face, and their hands and ten fingers are sharp blades, and they can freely enter and exit the world of Yuying.

Because the prototype of this strange story is "Faceling", that is, myself, I also did a survey on this strange story on the Internet. It's obviously not that well-known, otherwise I would probably have heard it long ago. And it didn't take long for there to be less and less news about this strange story, and even the web page that originally recorded this strange story was unknowingly processed.

The reason is simple, since strange talk is easy to breed spirits that are harmful to society, then the alliance will definitely limit the propaganda of strange talk. If it is a rural township, it is fine, and Beaver City is an urban city, so naturally it will not be so careless.

Herein lies the problem.

This disfigured murderer was born out of strange tales, but since the "strange tales of disfigureless murderers" have been eliminated, why was it still born?

My brain was running at full speed as I dealt with the crisis in front of me. The Shapeless Killer's attack was getting faster and faster, and it was cutting the length of my black metal cane at a dizzying speed. In the blink of an eye, the cane was so short that it was barely poking out of my jaw. It finally got close to me, and with a flick of its claws, it left a deep wound in my chamber. Unlike it, I don't have the ability to regenerate at speed, so I can only grit my teeth and endure the pain.

But I still have the means to fight back.

At the moment when it struck the final blow at me, I didn't retreat, and suddenly took out the second item that I had just picked up from the ground, the dagger.

It was the short knife that the two Xu Fu used to commit suicide during the Rest of the Town incident, and then chased it out of the dream and appeared next to me.

A few days ago, I couldn't keep it at home or take it with me, so I hid it in this park with other belongings. And at this moment, this short knife has become my last means of counterattack.

As the saying goes, "one inch is short, one inch is dangerous", and the combat risk of using short weapons is higher than that of long weapons. But the victory is hidden, sudden, and swift. If you don't make a sound, it's a blockbuster. Even the Invisible Killer could not have predicted that I would be able to fight back at this most critical moment, and I seized this hard-won opportunity.

The knife flashed.

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