The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

The bearded mercenary seemed to have heard something funny and burst into laughter, laughing so hard he almost fell over.

The other mercenaries joined in the laughter, clearly not believing that Xu Feng alone could kill them all.

"Darling, can we start killing now?" Hongxia's charming and melodious voice carried a hint of morbidity.

Hongxia tilted her head slightly, her eyelids half-closed, her long eyelashes casting dappled shadows beneath her eyes. She couldn't help but lick her lower lip, revealing a greedy, sweet smile.

"People can't wait!"

Xu Feng picked up a silver coin between his fingertips, rubbing its cool texture with his fingertips, and then tossed it gently.

The coin traced a smooth silver arc in the air, reflecting the figures of the mercenaries. It hummed softly as it spun, finally rolling to the ground with a crisp sound.

Almost the instant the coin hit the ground, the blood-stained ruler and scalpel suddenly slipped from the neatly pressed cuff of his suit.

The crisp sound, like a horn, caused thousands of mercenaries to pull the triggers on the demon-like figure atop the mountain of corpses.

The sounds of machine guns and crossbow bolts rose and fell like firecrackers during the Lunar New Year, and countless bullets and crossbow bolts wove a net of death, whistling toward the figure on the throne.

A faint smile appeared on Xu Feng's lips.

With his 17.5 times stronger physique, he could easily withstand rifle bullets, not to mention the specially made bulletproof vest hidden under his suit.

As for crossbow bolts, he could easily dodge them and they posed no threat to him whatsoever.

As for the knife splitting bullets, that was just a performance for the mercenaries.

We can't let these people despair too much, otherwise they'll all run away and it will be hard to catch them.

His wrists flickered, the blood-stained ruler and scalpel leaving afterimages in front of him, forming an impenetrable barrier.

Sparks flew everywhere, and the clanging sounds were deafening. The vast majority of bullets were accurately deflected, and spent casings flew off and rolled down the mountain of corpses.

The next second, his figure suddenly transformed into a blurry black shadow, shooting off the throne like a cannonball with speed and power that completely defied the laws of physics.

The chair behind him was instantly riddled with crossbow bolts and bullets, twisted and deformed, and rolled down from the mountain of corpses.

The bearded mercenary's maniacal laughter abruptly stopped, as if someone had suddenly grabbed him by the throat.

He felt the world spinning before his eyes, his vision flying uncontrollably high, sweeping past the chaotic crowd and splattering blood, before finally crashing heavily onto the cold ground with a "thud".

The echoes of his own wild laughter still lingered in his ears, only to be drowned out by the sounds of chaotic footsteps, the roar of gunfire, the clicking of crossbows, and the trembling screams of terror.

There were also angry curses and shouts from his companions.

"Shoot! The Bloody Gentleman is alone!"

A mercenary, his eyes bloodshot, roared and frantically pulled the trigger, but the muzzle kept veering off course in his panic. His gun simply couldn't keep up with the speed of the Bloody Gentleman.

At that moment, he felt like a primitive man with a fire poker facing a superhuman civilization, and a strong sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.

"He has no guns, he can't possibly take on all of us!" someone shouted, but the gun barrels couldn't catch a glimpse of the Bloody Gentleman at all; instead, the vehicles of all sizes became cover for him.

The Bloodstained Gentleman moved through the crowd like the Grim Reaper, his scalpel flashing coldly, his ruler slashing with the wind, splattering blood and eliciting screams wherever he went.

Severed limbs and blood were scattered in the air, and the once orderly convoy formation instantly collapsed.

The tactical skills that retired special forces mercenaries were so proud of were rendered useless in the face of absolute numbers and power, leaving only instinctive fear and chaos.

Xu Feng glanced at the bearded man lying on the ground convulsing not far away; the arrogance of this brute was to his liking.

As a reward, he precisely sliced ​​the other man's neck with his scalpel, making his death quicker.

As for the others, they weren't so lucky; he enjoyed watching his prey struggle in despair.

Each swing of the knife severed limbs, causing them to wail in agony as they repaid for their sins.

On the other side, Hongxia's figure flickered like a ghost among the convoy, her skirt fluttering, and every time she appeared, she took the lives of several people.

She lightly touched the ground with her toes, and her figure appeared on the roof of the car several meters away, her slender fingers precisely snapping a mercenary's neck.

With his other hand, he simultaneously pierced the heart of the person next to him, the movement as fluid as a dance of death.

After each hunt, she would tilt her head slightly, her eyes flashing with a bright crimson light, and a sweet, devilish smile playing on her lips, yet sending chills down one's spine.

The vehicles driven by the mercenaries, which were originally excellent cover, have now become an obstacle.

The concentrated firepower was ineffective; instead, many bullets penetrated the vehicle and accidentally injured teammates hiding on the other side.

"You idiot! Where did you shoot?!" A mercenary, clutching a wound on his shoulder and wincing in pain, roared at his companion not far away, "You hit me! Are you fucking blind?!"

"Watch out for that witch! Predict her landing point!" a mercenary wearing night vision goggles roared, trying to use thermal imaging to pinpoint Hongxia's location.

But she was too fast; the thermal image only showed a string of blurry red dots as she aimed at a location.

She appeared behind another companion, snapping his neck with her fingertips while simultaneously blowing air onto his corpse.

The next second, he felt a chill on his neck, blood gushed out, and his vision blurred rapidly.

"My God! What the hell is this thing? It can actually block a whole magazine of bullets!"

Someone stared in Xu Feng's direction, their pupils suddenly shrinking.

The mercenary had just fired a burst at the shadowy figure, but all the bullets were knocked away by the ruler, bounced back, and grazed his shoulder, causing a burning pain.

"This monster is beyond the capabilities of conventional firepower! Load armor-piercing rounds!"

Someone yelled as he changed the magazine, but before he could pull the trigger, Hongxia's figure flashed past him like a ghost.

The next second, he felt a chill on his neck, blood gushed out, his vision blurred rapidly, and his body slammed heavily against the car door with a dull thud.

"This...this is the boss in the terrifying dungeon? Regular firepower is completely ineffective!"

The convoy of 5,000 people was immediately thrown into chaos.

Although these people were special forces soldiers who had retired from elite units of various countries, their tactical skills, which they were so proud of, were completely incapable of dealing with such a monster.

Hans angrily grabbed Liu Yuan, the chosen advisor, by the collar and demanded:

"Oh! Damn it, didn't you say the Bloody Gentleman was nothing to worry about? So what the hell is this monster that can slice through countless bullets with a knife?!"

"And that piece of trash you mentioned, how come he can teleport infinitely and easily take our lives without even having a weapon?"

"You call this a useless person who got up from a wheelchair? If he's useless, then what are we?"