Colonial Suit

The mercenaries didn't hesitate at Blood瞳's command... As the strongest and youngest 'King' in the team, Blood瞳 had already proven everything with his strength.

As they left, only Blood瞳 remained in place.

He raised his head, gazing at the war-torn void. His eyes became somewhat blurred, the cigar in his mouth trembled, then was taken down and crushed.

The cigar's rich tobacco leaves scattered in the void, and Blood瞳's figure disappeared.

Extreme Stealth.

In that instant, Blood瞳's breathing, body temperature, all ecological reactions, completely vanished without a trace, as if his entire being had 'jumped out' of the world. His body had no presence, could not be perceived by thought senses or reconnaissance systems, transforming into a true battlefield ghost.

This was the ultimate in stealth... If anyone saw this scene with their own eyes, they would be extremely surprised. High-level stealth was already exaggerated enough, but extreme stealth elevated this skill to an art form. It was no longer simply about hiding oneself, but included a series of factors such as deception, confusion, and even shielding.

A hunter performing extreme stealth could not only conceal himself, but also possessed refraction and shielding properties. Even if attacked, he would not immediately reveal himself. It was only one step away from the legendary perfect stealth.

What kind of advantage was this? It was probably hard to describe in words, but a single statistic would suffice.

That was, in today's universe, among all the powerhouses whose information had been released, not a single one possessed extreme stealth! It wasn't that they didn't have the strength, but that they didn't have the talent!

Extreme stealth represented the pinnacle of hunting combat, the true kiss of death.

It's just a pity that no one would believe this, and those who did believe it were already dead...

Boom!

Another explosion sounded not far away, and a human battleship swayed, tilting little by little. A large hole had been blasted in its flank armor, revealing the complex pipelines and machinery inside. Countless figures were desperately repairing it, but no matter what, they couldn't stop it from tilting. The battleship's energy transmission system had been destroyed, and death awaited them.

Blood瞳 was in the shadow of the battleship, his face half-lit, half-dark in the battleship's firelight.

He knew the battleship was about to capsize, and this capsize would mean the loss of at least ten thousand lives. But that had nothing to do with him. What he had to do was wait for the opportunity in the shadow of the battleship.

This was the hunter's resolve, and also his instinct. Don't mention a battleship collapsing before his eyes, even if a planet and all of humanity died before him, he would not act before capturing his target.

A hunter... besides having the ability to stealth, more importantly, he must have the mindset of stealth.

You can't see me... I have no breath, no heartbeat, I am a stone, a senseless stone... You can't see me...

I am in the darkness, waiting for your death.

Rumble!!

The wreckage of the battleship fell behind Blood瞳, and the burning flames engulfed Blood瞳's cloak. Blood瞳 didn't move.

If it were ordinary stealth, he would have been exposed by now. The flames and light would have made him the most conspicuous target, a target for everyone.

But he wouldn't. He was in extreme stealth. Don't mention the interference of flames alone, even if he was actually hit by the enemy at this moment, as long as he didn't want to, he could still maintain stealth. This was the terrifying aspect of extreme stealth, and also the universally recognized ability most suitable for assassination.

In the void, Blood瞳 moved slowly. One moment he was on the flank of the battleship, the next he entered a pile of flames, a piece of wreckage. His speed was very slow, as slow as a snail. But with this slow speed, his thought sense slowly extended, encompassing the surrounding tens of thousands of kilometers. Everything was under his control.

This extension of thought sense was very subtle, as natural as breathing. Blood瞳 didn't worry about being noticed. Because this was originally a part of nature.

Stealth and reconnaissance were originally one, and anyone who tried to separate the two was a fool. But no hunter would ignore these two, because this was their way of survival. When the primitive and the prehistoric became the background, when people struggled to survive on the ancient land, such hunters were the hope of the tribe. They were the strong, the nobles, the target of all females, and even all descendants, vying to rely on.

The strong do not need a reason, because their existence is the reason itself.

Blood瞳 moved silently, in the midst of fire and explosions.

His speed was very slow, because his thought sense had spread in all directions, and no slightest movement could escape his perception.

This was the hunter's instinct. When he went all out, he was the whole world!

Suddenly... a certain flame caught Blood瞳's attention.

That flame was a piece of wreckage produced after a Sajeste person exploded. It was nothing special, but in Blood瞳's perception, its swaying was not natural, but an abnormally regular rhythm. This situation generally only occurred in lurking, and was a common problem for most cosmic warriors who were new to stealth.

But Blood瞳 only sensed it for a while, then never looked at it again.

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That was a trap!

Blood瞳 was sure that this was the flaw that the Ster Demon Clan had left for him. Because this irregularity was too common, it was impossible for an experienced hunter to appear. If it were him, then what he would leave for himself should be another kind of flaw.

Just like, this void that seems to be without any abnormality in front of you.

It was said that there was no abnormality, because whether it was thought sense, vision, or hearing and electronic reconnaissance. This starry sky was no different from an ordinary starry sky. But Blood瞳 was different. What he really relied on was not the rules and clues that could be grasped, but his intuition.

His intuition told him that there was someone here.

Someone who could not be seen, could not be heard, and could not even be perceived!

Don't ask Blood瞳 why he noticed it, because this was intuition. The only thing Blood瞳 could answer was the result. So the next moment, he was like a cheetah, instantly swept to the front of that void, and with a wave of his hand, a sharp hand knife cut through the space.

The superficial disguise was torn apart by his knife, revealing a panicked face below.

An ugly face like a pig, two heads in front and behind, six arms, and a body as thick as a bucket. It was a Ster person, but definitely not the Ster Demon Clan that Blood瞳 had seen!!

How is this possible!?

Blood瞳's eyes widened, and then, he felt his body stiffen. The tip of a javelin suddenly pierced through his chest, and severe pain instantly flooded his nerves. That wretched voice sounded again from behind.

Stupid fellow, you actually dare to have a hunter's duel with me. Do you know what kind of terror the Blue Totem means?

You should die, for your stupidity...