The Black Book: Seven Deadly Sins-Chapter 175, Super-sensitive Martial Artist

The sinuous aura undetectable by others emanated from the steel giant's body, inhaled like a column of smoke into the boy's nostrils.

"Ha~"

Closing his eyes in ecstasy, the boy couldn't help but let out a moan, reveling in the satisfaction and joy surging from the depths of his soul.

"Cheryl!"

In the blink of an eye, the battlefield situation underwent a drastic change. The vanguard beside them cried out in sorrow, not even having time to provide support, as the defensive powerhouse of the team, the [Tank], was easily slaughtered by the enemy.

An unimaginable destructive power, a speed difficult to capture with the naked eye...

The most terrifying thing is, from the moment of contact until now, they hadn't even touched the enemy's hem!

The overwhelming strength displayed by the enemy couldn't help but instill a trace of despair.

After a momentary fear, the anger of losing his comrade surged in the vanguard's heart. Instinctively, he wanted to rush up and fight desperately, but a command from the captain came through his helmet.

"The enemy is a Super-sensitive Warrior who has practiced [Gale Force] to its peak, come back quickly! Facing him alone is suicide!"

Super-sensitive Warrior!

Upon hearing this nightmare-inducing name, the vanguard instantly calmed down, gritting his teeth as he glanced at the steel giant kneeling on the ground, retreating backwards towards the mountain.

On the other side, Zhu Haomiao enjoyed the lingering pleasure, utterly indifferent to the enemy's escape.

Only after several seconds did he contentedly exhale a turbid breath, opening his eyes to gaze at the small mountain beside him.

Swish~

The upright figure on the steel giant's corpse suddenly disappeared, transforming into a black stream of light shooting towards the mountain peak.

"Vanguard! Be careful!"

The exclamation of a teammate rang in his earpiece, the vanguard gritting his teeth as he watched the enemy rapidly advancing.

"I can't escape now, cover me!"

Having said that, he kneeled half on the ground, pressing the rifle butt against his shoulder, and took a deep breath.

Hoo~

Forcibly suppressing the tension and despair, his heartbeat slowed, and the tremble in his fingertips completely subsided.

The vanguard's trembling pupils gradually became as calm as a still well, knowing he had only one chance to pull the trigger; success meant survival!

"Switch shooting mode - [Helium Flash]!"

"Activate auto-aim!"

"Initiate overload output!"

...

The system's restrictions unraveled one by one, no longer concerned with the frame's capacity. A stream of energy manifested like flowing light on the slim-fitting armor, the overwhelming surge of energy pooling into the sci-fi electromagnetic weapon in his hand.

Crackle~

Amidst the heavy sound of electricity, the long rifle wriggled and deformed, the barrel lengthening and widening, as the depths of the gun chamber radiated a dazzling high-energy blue light.

Mysteriously sensing the fatal threat from all directions, Zhu Haomiao, swiftly charging, slightly furrowed his sword brows while the immense energy brewing within his Dantian suddenly released.

[Storage Explosion]!

Boom!

The figure that the reticle gradually locked onto suddenly vanished from sight, even the optical aiming system losing the target in an instant.

In that flash, covering fire from teammates from behind bombarded the original location, excavating dense craters, yet the vanguard's finger couldn't squeeze the trigger.

Because he had lost the target!

And when he once again captured the enemy's trajectory, all that was visible was a magnificent sword light flashing before his eyes, and out of the corner of his eye, he barely saw a shadow brushing past.

The next second, his viewpoint soared up, his gaze rotating 360 degrees, seeing a familiar headless body kneeling on the ground, still maintaining the aiming pose.

Is this the Chinese Super Sensitive Martial Artist?

I couldn't even fire the last shot...

A wry thought passed through his mind, then, pain and darkness engulfed his consciousness, his fierce pupils rapidly dilating, becoming hollow and unfocused.

Bang~

The fully enclosed helmet-clad head fell at his feet, after a momentary burst, Zhu Haomiao paced, adjusting his breathing, the intense feeling of weakness quickly fading, energy flowing through his meridians once more, his limbs gradually regaining strength.

[Anger] +200, [Greed] +200, [Jealousy] +100

Hoo~

The boy stood there exhaling a turbid breath, the invisible original sin aura blending into his body like a swallow returning to the forest, bringing a soul-devouring pleasurable sensation.

In just a few breaths, he recovered about eighty or ninety percent of his combat power, Zhu Haomiao looked up at the vaguely visible enemy atop the mountain, compressing his inner breath once more, infusing it into his Dantian.

As the [Body] attribute grew, he bore the burden of [Storage Explosion] more easily.

Coupled with the [Essence] attribute as high as 51 points, his Qi Recovery ability reached a non-human level, within mere seconds, the stinging meridians completely recovered, and the once-empty Dantian teemed with endless inner breath, drastically reducing the cooldown time of [Storage Explosion].

Nonetheless, Zhu Haomiao also knew, this was because [Storage Explosion] was still at the Small Success realm, once cultivated to Great Perfection, a single burst would likely drain him dry, with Qi Recovery time correspondingly prolonged.

However, at that time, his full-strength attack would undoubtedly be astonishingly mighty!

Who will be the lucky audience to push me to the limit...

A hint of yearning flickered within his eyes, Zhu Haomiao began to move, urging [Big Toad Qi] for accelerated breathing, seeming slow yet rapid as he sprinted towards the mountain peak.

On the other side, apparently realizing that long-range sniping couldn't hit the target, the enemy at the mountain top no longer recklessly fired, but patiently waited for the boy to approach.

When Zhu Haomiao reached the mountain peak's position, what met his eyes was a sci-fi tactical squad arrayed in combat formation, on high alert.

Each of them wore full-cover armor, either slender and elegant, or tall and robust, seeming out of place with the "local" environment of the 19th century.

Blinking his eyes, Zhu Haomiao admired their dashing armor, not in a hurry to launch an attack.

On the other side, a girl with an open visor, revealing a beautiful face, stepped out from the crowd, staring at Zhu Haomiao's eyes unblinkingly.

"Captain of the United States Constellation Tactical Squad, Muriel Frankel."

Hearing the self-introduction, the boy smiled slightly, twirled his sword elegantly, placing a hand over his chest in a courteous gesture.

"Zhonghua Zhu Haomiao."

Though the action was polite, the constellation team felt a sense of scorn, as if he were not facing a threatening group of enemies, but a bunch of ants overreaching themselves!

When had these Heaven's Chosen Sons ever suffered such contempt, glaring at Zhu Haomiao furiously.

On the other side, noticing the innate contempt of the enemy, Muriel Frankel squinted, her gaze subtly sweeping over his featureless black cloak, seemingly curious if he wore the [Dragon Emblem] underneath.

Is the enemy even more monstrous than the records of the Chinese Super Sensitive Martial Artists, is he truly a contender of the same age in the [Ascension Competition] as me?

This combat prowess defies logic!

Could it be some old monster cheating their way in?

Rumor has it, China possesses certain marvelous cultivation techniques that can restore youth...