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Chapter 141 - 123: The Mighty Lion? Killed With a Single Punch! Eagle Eye

Chapter 141: Chapter 123: The Mighty Lion? Killed With a Single Punch! Eagle Eye

Smith Circus, that was the circus Brian had previously watched perform at the beach.

Who would have thought that members of the Original Sect were still hiding inside this place?

Because he had been there before.

This time, after driving for over an hour, Brian arrived at the circus with familiarity, stepping into the moonlight, bearing the invitation of the Grim Reaper.

The concealed ones were easy to find.

The Mutants and believers of the Original Sect were all African, the undiluted, non-mixed-race kind, making them quite distinguishable.

In such an environment with innocents around.

The Poison Gas Bomb was clearly not an appropriate choice.

The thing lingered for a long time, and Brian certainly didn’t want to cause a massacre.

...

The circus was stationed on a large clearing.

Brian didn’t expect that before he even started his search, a black man in a long robe, leading two lions, approached him.

The black man looked at the tall man in front of him wearing a clown mask, and with not-so-fluent Federation language, asked, "You’re not the Butcher?"

Looking at the two lions with a dull gaze, Brian curiously asked, "Is your ability to control wild animals?"

His enhanced sense of smell detected unique pheromones continuously emanating from the black man’s body on the lions.

Brian was certain that his own body could not secrete this kind of pheromones.

It was probably a special organ secretion induced by the Mutant’s unique abilities.

This group of Mutants from Africa seemed to have abilities leaning towards beasts.

"Forget it, whether you’re the Butcher or not, everyone who came here today must die."

With a wave of his hand, the black man directed the two lions to surround Brian from both sides.

This put Brian in an awkward situation.

Brother, it’s the twenty-first century.

Are you disrespecting the automatic rifle on my back with this act?

Brian had barely entertained this thought.

He suddenly felt a numbness on the exposed skin of his neck.

The numbness spread quickly.

"Damn it, I’ve been hit!"

Brian’s mind raced as the muscles and blood at the site of numbness wriggled, encapsulating the toxins that had been injected into his body and, by warming the affected area, slowly transformed the toxins into gas stored within his body.

Under his Body Control.

He feared no biological toxins!

The black man thought his plan had succeeded.

He walked up to Brian and saw that he was motionless, a contemptuous smile appeared on his face as he extended his hand.

A black spider the size of an egg immediately crawled from Brian’s back to the man’s arm, finally disappearing under his black robe.

"If no one else comes later, I wonder if you can fill the bellies of my two new pets."

The black man gestured towards the two male lions, "I am called Beastman, and I really hope that you are the Butcher our sect is looking for; otherwise, I’m afraid I won’t get enough Water of Reason to bring back. Tell me your identity, anyone without value can only become the food for my two new pets."

The two lions also bared their fierce teeth at Brian.

Upon hearing this, Brian, using his Voice Changing Ability, replied in a deep male voice, "Aren’t you worried that the noise here will alarm the people at the circus? Also, how can you be so sure I am the Butcher?"

The black man shook his head, "The circus people are all knocked out by my drugs, as for your identity, stop pretending, the Hyena collected the scent of every person who appeared at the XX villa that day, the Butcher who caused us to be besieged must be hiding among them. Since you came, even if you are not the Butcher, there must be something wrong with your identity!"

"You’re saying, the circus people, they’ve all been knocked out by you?"

Brian’s mouth under the clown mask curled upwards.

The black man looked at Brian puzzledly, "You can’t move half of your body now, and soon you will feel the agony of your body being torn and devoured piece by piece – a very painful execution, aren’t you afraid?"

"Why would I be afraid of dead men?"

Brian tilted his head slightly and looked at the foolish black man.

The black man’s face changed color.

The poisonous spider was useless!

The next moment.

A large, long-legged kick smashed into the black man’s chin, kicking him up over a meter high, as if he had seen his own great-grandmother.

Almost at the same time.

Brian’s right hand drew his gun, the muzzle flared, and the lion lunging at him let out a pitiful cry. Riddled with bullets, it fell before Brian, motionless, dead on the spot.

"Roar~"

The air vibrated.

The other male lion had already rushed to Brian’s front, roaring with bad breath, and bit down fiercely.

"Get lost!"

Brian shouted more fiercely than the lion, his left arm’s bones cracked, his muscles bulged, veins throbbing, and with one punch, he hit the lion on the nose. He sent the four-hundred-pound beast flying backward, rolling on the ground three or four times.

The lion twitched a few times, dark red blood slowly flowing from its orifices, lifeless.

One punch had killed a male lion.

The full-power burst that broke the body’s limits, terrifying indeed!

Brian used three points of Gift Energy to repair his left arm that had collapsed due to muscle and bone destruction from surpassing his limits, reloaded his gun with a new magazine, and walked over to the still-dazed black man, about to begin interrogation.

A dark shadow, like an arrow, dove from the dim sky, with momentum, using its beak as the arrowhead and body as the shaft, with a whistling roar, it aimed for Brian’s neck.

Brian only managed to tilt his head before a massive force smashed him backward, his rugged shoulder torn open with a huge gash that spread to the major arteries in his neck.

The body that attacked turned into a pile of flesh upon crashing onto the ground next to Brian.

It was an emaciated male eagle.

"Hahaha!"

The black man let out an unclear laugh, struggling to get up from the ground.

Countless poisonous insects and spiders emerged from his black robe, crawling towards Brian’s body.

His eyes showed a cruel delight as he stared at Brian, "You caused me to lose a specially bred falcon, you truly deserve to die. I’m going to let the swarm chew on your body, let you feel the agony of your organs being eaten away bit by bit!"

"Just with you?"

Crunch~

In the midst of a dense cacophony of bone-cracking sounds,

Brian, who had been sprawled on the ground, suddenly began to move like a runaway mechanical monster, or like Sadako crawling out in a horror movie, slowly rising to his feet with very mechanical movements.

The black man watched the monster before him in terror.

Beneath the monster’s mask, within that massive, gaping wound, not a drop of blood came out; instead, countless meat buds writhed in the air, interlinking and healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Monster!"

"Monster!"

The black man was terrified.

He didn’t even concern himself with the poison his own body was exposed to, and turned to run.

Even in the holy land of the Original Sect, which was riddled with monsters, he had never seen such an outrageous beast!

The wound healed.

Brian twisted his neck, and the gun in his right hand aimed at the fleeing man’s retreating figure; he pulled the trigger.

Bang~

A bullet, traveling at hundreds of meters per second, punctured the man’s kneecap.

The black man fell to the ground with a straightforward inertia, collapsing and screaming in agony as he clutched his right leg.

Brian retracted his gun, looked down at the swarming insects on the ground, curled his lip, and took out an Incendiary Bomb from his belt, throwing it accurately into the midst of the poisonous insects.

Under the light and heat,

those frightening little creatures didn’t last two seconds before they turned into a pile of charred corpses emitting a burnt smell.

...

Crossing the chaotic scene,

Brian approached the black-robed man, exhaling the poison gas he had absorbed earlier: "Spill your plan."

The black man had already been scared witless by Brian’s previous show of power and spilled everything he knew without Brian having to lay a finger on him.

After learning that not only he had received a letter, but also that more than twenty others had as well,

Brian was not only unpleased but also somewhat irritable.

More than twenty people, that was too many.

The Original Sect’s previous terror attack was still vivid in his memory.

Brian was almost certain that someone would report this incident to the authorities.

That meant

this place was no longer safe.

This made him want to curse.

Which braindead member of the Original Sect had thought of this suicidal plan?

Couldn’t these African uncles spend some of their nourishment on their brains instead?

This made Brian somewhat relieved.

Fortunately, he had been ruthless and decisive enough to kill all those from the Original Sect who knew of these things.

That way, even if officials came here and saw the traces left behind, they wouldn’t know who had acted, and they wouldn’t know that he had also received a letter.

However, suspicion was inevitable.

He would have to be even more careful in his future actions.

...

Momentarily,

within the blood-stained ground, Brian crushed the Blood Obsession Little Ball that had spawned from the black man’s body, clearing the scene of any traces he had left, then prepared to leave quickly.

As for the corpses,

there was no need to deal with them.

Brian was worried that he might bump into officials if he handled those bodies.

He had completely locked down his pheromones, controlled the leftovers of his body; and in a hastily arranged scene with no surveillance, he wasn’t afraid of leaving any clues that could lead back to him after a simple cleanup.

Suddenly,

Brian unexpectedly looked at a pile of rotten flesh on the ground.

It was the hawk that had fallen from the sky.

Under the black man’s control, it had launched a physical attack, almost blowing Brian’s head off.

Unexpectedly, above the rotten flesh was also floating a Blood Obsession Little Ball.

"With the brain capacity of a bird, can it actually develop enough spirituality?"

Curious, Brian crushed the Obsession Little Ball.

The other four Obsession Little Balls, he was not in a rush to check; but this second harvest of beastly obsession was something he was indeed curious about.

Accompanied by the Obsession Little Ball rushing into Brian’s eyes,

a piece of information surged into his brain: Kill that black demon who restricted my freedom!

Almost at the same time,

a warm flow surged within Brian.

The obsession was fulfilled.

...

A thought crossed Brian’s mind, the choices granted by the obsession gift appeared in his heart.

One: Gift Energy twenty points.

Two: Gift Energy five points + Eagle Eye.

Was there even a choice to make?

Brian promptly chose the second option.

The next moment,

his eyes started itching unbearably.

Brian instinctively closed them.

Within seconds,

a cooling sensation spread,

and only then did Brian slowly reopen his eyes.

The world in front of him had changed...

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