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Clack.

The door was gently opened, and the incandescent light cast a pale yellow glow.

Fang Cheng took off his sneakers and put on a pair of gray cotton slippers.

Then.

He didn't immediately step into the house.

Instead, he squatted down and carefully examined the entrance.

He saw an extremely thin strand of hair lying on the floor, parallel to the grout line.

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, and he muttered to himself:

"No one has been in here…"

Subsequently, a layer of dark red filter appeared in his vision.

He stepped into the house while scanning the surroundings.

This was his daily routine upon returning home from work.

It was also through this method that he determined whether any outsiders had broken into the house.

Fang Cheng didn't find any unusual traces.

Completely relieved, he threw his shoulder bag on the armchair, then poured a glass of hot water and gulped down two mouthfuls.

The "Cleaner's Eye" effect seemed like a game skill.

In reality, it should be the sixth sense from the darkness that was at play.

As long as he harbored a certain intention, he could keenly perceive subtle traces in the environment related to it.

The main reason Fang Cheng acted so cautiously was due to the two troubles he had recently gotten into.

The organization behind the black-clothed man he had personally killed would inevitably investigate the reason for his unexplained disappearance.

And that "monster" who had smiled at him in the rainy night was definitely not a kind person either.

Perhaps one day, they would all come knocking…

Fang Cheng had no fear.

He was just worried about involving his relatives and friends.

After drinking the water, he walked to the balcony.

He opened a gap in the curtains and looked at the "IKEA Hotel" with its red lights turned off in the distance.

Originally, he had planned to sneak in at night and use the "Cleaner's Eye" to search the crime scene.

Perhaps he could find some clues that the police had overlooked.

As a result, he discovered that there were still police officers on duty late at night.

So he had to turn back and give up.

Fang Cheng observed for a moment, and several thoughts flashed through his mind.

Then he walked to the TV cabinet.

He took out an iron box packaged with donkey-hide gelatin from the bottom drawer.

Opening the box, there lay a black pistol and a butterfly knife.

These were the spoils of war he had obtained from killing the man in black.

"Black Magic Pistol, semi-automatic, 7.62mm caliber, small and lightweight, low recoil, stable shooting, high shooting accuracy, able to quickly fire and injure enemies, suitable for beginners, equipped with a ten-round magazine."

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly as he picked up the pistol and muttered.

A few days ago, he had made an excuse to call his uncle, who was familiar with firearms, to inquire about the specific parameters and usage of this gun.

Click.

After aiming for a long time and testing the feel, he put it back in the box.

Shooting was indeed a good self-defense skill.

It just wasn't suitable for learning in the current environment.

If one day, trouble really came knocking.

He would never surrender.

In addition to relying on his martial arts skills, he must also use the weapons around him to inflict as much damage as possible on the enemy.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng turned to pick up the sharp blade suitable for close combat.

Shua!

The exquisitely shaped butterfly knife made of titanium alloy opened instantly, twirling around his fingertips and rotating several times.

This technique of opening and closing the knife looked fancy, but it was easy to cut your fingers when practicing.

However, Fang Cheng possessed the "Knife Flower" effect, and his progress in learning dagger-like weapons was very fast.

It could even be said that he was self-taught.

Shua shua shua!

He flicked the butterfly knife in a forward-hand quick-opening manner.

But his eyes stared straight ahead.

A figure in black, who should have died, appeared at the entrance.

It was the "Tracker" he had fought with in Goro Majima's villa.

After his mental attribute reached 20 points, the imaginary enemy image created by Fang Cheng was much more realistic than before.

He could even feel the opponent's slightly tense breathing and the cold killing intent in his eyes.

"Very good, that's it…"

Fang Cheng muttered to himself, his eyes focused.

Suddenly, his right foot stomped, and his left foot leaped out, instantly closing the distance between them.

Accompanied by the sound of the floor rubbing, he took a step forward and stabbed, taking the initiative to attack.

Zheng!

Two butterfly knives of the same style collided together, the blades clashing, and a cold light flashed.

The man in black blocked the attack with his knife, quickly changed his move, and the blade slid upward, cutting towards Fang Cheng's wrist.

Fang Cheng slightly tilted his body, and the forward-hand spin knife changed to a backhand cut, using offense as defense.

The man in black quickly feinted and stepped back to dodge.

Fang Cheng took the opportunity to launch a continuous attack.

Step forward and stab, bow step backstab, forward grip horizontal cut abdomen, backhand horizontal cut abdomen, backhand cut…

Although his knife skills were not as good as his opponent, he excelled in nimble footwork and fast reaction speed.

Even in the face of danger, he could rely on his physical qualities to crush and forcibly reverse the situation.

嚓 — —

The cold blade suddenly slashed across his shoulder.

Fang Cheng was greedy for success and rashly advanced, and was caught by the insidious and tricky moves of the man in black and took a knife.

If it were a real battle at this time, although it would not be fatal, bleeding and injury would be inevitable.

"Hu — —"

Fang Cheng stood still, panting slightly.

His eyes fixed on the man in black standing opposite him, and he suddenly realized something.

In short-range weapon combat, victory or defeat is often determined by one move.

No matter how fierce or strong the early offensive is, it doesn't mean anything.

In this kind of close-range fight, whoever finds the breakthrough first will survive.

An inch shorter, an inch more dangerous.

The difference of a hair's breadth is the difference between life and death!

Having figured this out, Fang Cheng's eyes calmed down, and he said in a low voice:

"I can kill you once, and I can kill you twice!"

Immediately, his figure swayed, and he threw himself into the battle of short-range handover again.

This time, he no longer attacked blindly.

Instead, he tried to add feints, body changes, and other factors to his knife skills.

At first, he could only imitate the moves and routines of the man in black.

Gradually, occasional flashes of inspiration would appear.

He even began to integrate the boxing footwork, Sanda leg techniques, and jiu-jitsu body techniques that he had mastered.

Raise your leg to feint, horizontal cut to wipe the throat.

Bend down and dive, backhand stab the abdomen.

Sweeping leg plus step stab knife, forward grip cut plus turn sideways kick…

The moves became more and more varied, and more and more skilled.

Until it formed its own rhythm.

Pfft!

A knife broke through the blocking force and successfully pierced the opponent's chest.

The man in black disappeared into the air like a bubble.

[Congratulations, you have diligently practiced your skills and have a preliminary understanding, and have successfully mastered a weapon skill]

[Unlocked skill: Knife Skill lv0 (0/100)]

Looking at the prompt message that appeared in front of him, Fang Cheng showed a smile on his lips.

This alternative empty-handed practice gave him a sense of experiencing life and death.

Turning to see the small-print reminder at the bottom of the panel, his heart tightened.

A total of 25 skills, and now he has unlocked a new skill, leaving only 3 skill slots.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng flicked his wrist and sheathed the knife without stopping, turning around and throwing himself into the evening self-study of learning foreign languages.