Hunter: I'm really not a necromancer

Chapter 8 It seems like pleasure, but also like satisfaction.

The arrival of the man instantly changed the atmosphere in the temple atrium.

The aura composed of "Qi" can reveal the emotional fluctuations of those with telekinesis abilities to the greatest extent.

At this moment, the man's aura exuded cold murderous intent.

In the face of this aura exaggerated with murderous intent, Monica, an ordinary person, was tortured.

But Moyu was not affected, hiding his aura as much as possible in the dark, waiting for opportunities.

The man walked towards Monica like this.

From the moment he stepped into the atrium until now, the man's gaze has been fixed on Monica without any change.

He walked up to Monica and said with a smile: "Do you know why I don't kill you?"

Monica's face was ashen, and she could only stare with wide eyes as the "monster" she thought was approaching step by step.

She was so frightened by the murderous aura that she completely lost her ability to think, and naturally did not have the ability to answer the man's questions.

"Are you even left with no room for speculation?"

Seeing Monica's reaction, the smile on the man's face became even stronger:

"It doesn't matter, I like chatting the most. In the limited time that follows, let me tell you the reason slowly and unilaterally. The reason why I don't kill you directly is of course..."

Halfway through his words, the man suddenly jumped up like a tiger and leopard and pounced on Moyu who was hiding in the dark corner.

From this moment on, it no longer matters whether the act of saying "You know why I didn't kill you" to Monica just now was redundant.

And it doesn't matter whether "I like chatting" is true or false.

What the man wanted was to attract and control Moyu's attention through words, and then quickly end the fight.

"..."

Facing the man's sudden attack, Moyu's face showed an uncontrollable look of panic.

In a flash of lightning, Moyu's reaction was seen by the man.

"It turned out to be just a little devil."

The man sneered disdainfully, and his right fist, which was filled with mental power, hit Moyu's vital part as quickly as possible.

As the fatal attack approached, Moyu seemed to be frightened and hurriedly retreated to avoid the attack. As a result, he tripped over something and fell to the ground.

This also caused the man's sudden attack to fail.

However, Moyu, who fell to the ground, had obviously lost any ability to counterattack.

Unless he has a sharp weapon in his hand that can extend the attack distance, what awaits him will be the man's fatal offensive in the second round.

But Moyo obviously had no weapon in his hand.

After all...

The kid in front of me is at best a rookie who has just glimpsed the power of telepathy and doesn't know what fighting is, so he is not to be feared at all.

"You must think that's what I think, right?"

The man suddenly suppressed his disdainful smile, and his cold eyes like a poisonous snake pointed directly at Moyu's hands on the ground.

At this moment, Moyu, who had fallen to the ground, pulled out a long, pointed Western-style kitchen knife hidden under a rag, and then stabbed the man's right wrist while maintaining a punching posture.

This is the part that Moyu can attack the fastest.

It's just that the man didn't take it lightly from the beginning, and he was the first to notice Moyu's little move, so how could he be stabbed.

It’s absolutely fine to avoid——

However, in order to end the battle faster and more concisely, this man who seemed to take pleasure in killing actually opened his right palm and actively faced the Western-style kitchen knife that Moyu stabbed at him.

Poof!

The long pointed blade penetrated the man's palm, splattering a lot of blood.

However, the man's face was expressionless. Instead of withdrawing his hand, he pressed down hard on the blade.

As blood spattered, the entire palm slipped from the blade to the handle.

Then, as if the man couldn't feel the pain, he firmly held Moyu's knife-holding hand with his bloody palm that had been pierced by the kitchen knife.

"The amount of manifestation energy I can release is much higher than yours, so from the moment I control you closely, you have lost everything. Come on, let me see how panicked you really are."

The man had a calm look on his face. As long as he wanted to, his other hand filled with "qi" could put Moyu to sleep at any time.

You can kill a telepathic person without even using any abilities.

Even though he is a kid, he can still bring some sense of accomplishment.

Moyu tried to struggle, but since his "manifest energy" was less than his opponent's, the struggle had no effect.

However, the opponent's vigilance was so high that he was surprised, and his determination and ruthlessness in using injuries to gain the basis for victory should not be underestimated.

This guy... is more troublesome than meets the eye.

"It turns out that you deliberately said so much nonsense to Monica, not just to distract me, but because you really like chatting."

Moyu sighed softly, not calm and calm, but he also didn't show the panic and panic that the man wanted to see.

The man stared at Moyu's reaction and said coldly: "It seems that I underestimated you. Don't show off casually in the next life. That way you can live longer."

"It sounds like you will let me go if I don't take action. Your aura has revealed your bad nature without any reservation."

"Tsk, is it that obvious?"

The man said quietly: "Indeed, after seeing your anger, I have already regarded you as prey."

Before he finished speaking, he punched Moyu directly to his vitals.

Being controlled, Moyu seemed to be unable to escape, but what he was waiting for was the moment when the opponent would make a killing move.

Just when the ferocious fist was about to break open Moyu's head, a pair of dark hands appeared from unknown time, first protruding from both sides of the man's face, and immediately covered the man's face, and violently folded it back.

Click!

The man's head was immediately bent backward by the black hands, and the throat bone broke and penetrated the skin, bringing out a large amount of blood.

"Um?"

The sudden change caused the man's expression to freeze instantly, and doubts were entangled in his head like wildly growing vines.

what happened?

He wanted to say something, but he could only make an unknown sound like leaking wind, and soon turned into a corpse and fell to the ground.

The shadow dummy that appeared out of thin air behind the man slowly retracted its hands, and then returned to its normal shadow under Moyu's instructions.

First, create layered illusions to hide the existence of the shadow dummy, and then let the shadow dummy appear at the most critical moment to kill with one hit.

The battle ended in less than a minute.

Moyu lowered his head and glanced at the man's body, feeling some inexplicable emotion brewing in his heart.

It seems like pleasure, but also like satisfaction.

"It's really strange. I'm pretty sure I don't like killing people, but why do I feel this way?"

Moyu raised his index finger and put it against his chin, wondering to himself:

"Is it because I saw this guy fall into the trap set in advance step by step? Or is it because I solved a problem without much effort? It's similar to the thrill of speedrunning in a game?"

"By the way, I don't even know what this guy's name is, and he has the ability to read... um, does he have the ability to read?"

"Forget it, it doesn't matter."

Moyu shook his head slightly, and then looked at the man's body again.

The feeling of victory just now has been echoing in my heart.

The battle with telekinesis is really interesting. As long as a successful foreshadowing is laid, the battle can be over in an instant.

And I can still become stronger...

Thinking of this, Moyu smiled unconsciously.

When Monica saw the man's fate and the smile on Moyu's face, she felt cold all over.

(End of chapter)