The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

Som didn't even realize that a large number of his elite troops had been killed or wounded.

The screams continued to rise and fall.

The soldiers who struggled to crawl out of the overturned armored vehicle wanted to grab their weapons and fight back, but froze on the spot the moment they saw the battlefield, dumbfounded.

The Bloody Gentleman is like a tiger that has broken into a flock of sheep, gracefully traversing enemy territory.

A cruel smile, both elegant and compassionate, graced his face as he twirled a bloodstained ruler and scalpel in his palm, each swing sending sprays of blood flying.

The splattered droplets of blood arced through the air like blooming, eerie roses, reflecting a scarlet hue in the firelight.

The soldiers then realized that the Bloody Gentleman was far more powerful than they had imagined, and that they didn't need to escort him at all.

On the other side, Hongxia's figure flickered like a ghost, each teleportation landing precisely behind an enemy agent.

She wore a pure white dress, the hem stained with blood yet still appearing innocent, but her bright eyes held only a gleeful anticipation of slaughter.

Wherever the fingertips grazed, the enemy agent fell silently to the ground, the wound on his neck as neat as if cut by a scalpel.

Watching the experience points on the panel rise rapidly, Hongxia stuck out her pink tongue and gently licked the blood droplet from the corner of her mouth, making the crimson at the corner of her eyes even more vibrant.

At this moment, she possessed boundless vitality. Even if a few stray bullets grazed her shoulder, the wounds would heal instantly, leaving not a single scar.

Som felt a chill run down his spine, and his back was already soaked in cold sweat.

Could that girl, who was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, be the angel mentioned in the intelligence report?

Because of the Middle Eastern characteristics, the recording Som was watching was in very blurry, high-resolution quality, so he mistook Hongxia for an angel.

Som wanted to curse inwardly. This wasn't an angel; it was clearly a pure succubus crawled out of hell!

She has a face as pure as a young girl's, yet her actions are more ruthless than a demon's. Her graceful figure shimmers like a dance, light and full of girlish charm.

But it also harbors deadly dangers, making it even more alluring than a succubus!

After Xu Feng's rampage, a large number of people died or were injured, and the vast majority of them were cruelly chopped into human stumps by Xu Feng.

Those people wouldn't die anytime soon; they could only writhe painfully on the ground like caterpillars, yet they retained a conscious mind and breath.

These battle-hardened mercenaries had seen hail of bullets and mountains of corpses, but they had never witnessed such extreme cruelty.

They writhed and howled in agony on the ground like caterpillars, their blood gushing out and mixing with the soil, creating a scene of purgatory.

Fear overwhelmed the survivors' reason like a tidal wave, and their once orderly formation instantly fell into chaos.

"Oh my god, what the hell is this monster? It can slice through a dense barrage of rifle bullets with its blade!" A mercenary from the United States roared, clutching his head tightly with both hands, his eyes filled with despair and fear.

The French mercenaries, unable to bear the bloodshed, raised their hands and began to scream and flee in disarray, speaking in fluent French-accented Mandarin.

"I am French, I surrender, please don't kill me!"

However, Xu Feng did not show any mercy to them just because they surrendered, and chased after them in a flash.

With a flash of cold light from the scalpel, several French mercenaries collapsed to the ground, turning into writhing caterpillars in agony.

Some people led the retreat, and the remaining enemy agents completely lost their will to fight, scattering like stray dogs.

But in front of Xu Feng, who has 17.5 times the physical strength and absolute power, running away is futile.

As soon as the French mercenaries fled, their ranks immediately fell into disarray.

Two and a half minutes, just two and a half minutes.

The three hundred elite mercenaries that Som brought were almost completely wiped out.

They can only get a few dozen rifles at most, which is a controlled and prohibited item, and cannot equip everyone with them.

If all 300 people were equipped, they might be able to pose a threat to the Bloody Gentlemen, but after only a few dozen rounds, it would be a complete stomp!

He underestimated the Bloody Gentleman; the Bloody Gentleman was far more powerful than he had imagined.

Only he knew the despair he felt; his teammates had all turned into human stumps, howling on the ground but somehow still not dying.

Finally, Xu Feng stopped in front of Som.

He looked down at the Delta Force veteran, who had long since lost his will to fight and lay slumped on the ground. His smile remained elegant yet cruel, but his voice was as deep and menacing as if it came from the depths of hell.

"Poor life, writhe and howl on the ground like a lowly worm."

Several flashes of light swept past, and Som was also turned into one of the caterpillars. Shang Yang died too quickly, which benefited these terrorists who were causing trouble within the country.

Xu Feng stood proudly in the center of the field, his figure both elegant and bloodthirsty, the firelight illuminating his profile.

Everyone looked at him with either fear or admiration, and at his feet were human stumps writhing in pain.

At this moment, the infamous reputation of the Bloody Gentleman seemed to come to life.

At this moment, Xu Feng looked like an evil god, so eerie, bloodthirsty, yet elegant...

It evokes a sense of inexplicable fear and dread.

Everyone stared in astonishment at the figure, who, though covered in blood, still retained her elegance, and remained speechless for a long time!

Black Scorpion, who was hiding three miles away and spying in the dark with a high-powered scope, had fine beads of sweat on his fingertips and was trembling slightly.

He didn't even dare to turn on the infrared sights of his anti-materiel sniper rifle; his heart was pounding.

He had a premonition that if he dared to turn on infrared auto-aiming...

The next moment, the Bloody Gentleman will be right in front of him and take his life.

If he fires, the Bloody Gentleman might not necessarily die, but he will definitely die!

You call this a newbie with less than 100 ladder points?

Even a killer with 1,500 points on the ladder, like him, felt his scalp tingle.

No wonder the description in the data mentions that the Bloody Gentleman is suspected to be the escaped BOSS of the Pseudo-Human Academy.

He was almost certain that this was the escaped BOSS!

The cunning final boss has stolen the Chosen One's identity and sneaked into reality!

It's so nasty!

In the past, Black Scorpion always looked down on those chosen ones who only added attributes. In his opinion, no matter how high the attributes were, they were not as reliable as advanced weapons and equipment.

However, at this moment, even with the most advanced sniper rifle and the largest caliber, most powerful armor-piercing sniper rounds, he didn't even have the courage to pull the trigger in the face of the Blood Gentleman's absolute numbers.

The pressure from this damn boss is just too intense.

Black Scorpion put away his sniper rifle. He was going to leave; he wasn't going to do this job. He'd just pay the fine if he had to!

In short, he will never take orders from the Bloody Gentlemen again.