Die, Replay, Repeat

Chapter 217: Challenged By Chu Feng

Chapter 217: Challenged By Chu Feng

The psychics were about to retreat to their rooms when Chu Feng's provocative words pulled them back.

Normally, they wouldn't care much, but his target this time was Fang Xiu, the famous foreseer.

Everyone wanted to see if Fang Xiu lived up to his legendary reputation. Some even hoped to witness him being embarrassed in public.

"Chu Feng! I said no fighting during training! Go back!" Wen Yang shouted angrily.

Chu Feng casually scratched his ear.

"Heard you. Just saying hello, right? The famous foreseer wouldn't be scared of a simple greeting, would he?" Chu Feng taunted, his gaze fixed on Fang Xiu.

Fang Xiu remained unfazed. He'd seen plenty of the so-called "undead" or "immortal", and he never took them seriously.

"Now that you've said hello, go back!" Wen Yang shouted again.

Chu Feng just laughed. "Why the rush? I haven't finished my greeting. The famous foreseer should know who stands before him. Fang Xiu, listen up. My name is Chu Feng, also known as the Undead. Remember it."

Fang Xiu looked at him calmly. "And why should I?"

"Wow!" Chu Feng sneered. "You handled Grade-S Specter event, and you think you're better than anyone, huh?"

Yang Ming and the others covered their eyes, looking like they regret coming there.

"Oh, he's looking for trouble. Does anyone have earplugs?" Yang Ming asked quietly.

Xiao Chuxia looked puzzled. "Why earplugs? Xiu is being provoked, and you're just watching?"

"Big Black, you don't get it. Just cover your ears."

Yang Ming covered his ears first, and the others followed.

"In three seconds, you'll regret this provocation for the rest of your life," Fang Xiu said calmly, pulling out a scalpel.

Wen Yang's face showed a trace of concern. "Mr. Fang, the headquarters has rules, you can't—"

But he was cut off by loud laughter. "Hahaha, what's this? A fruit knife? No way, no way, someone is actually using..."

For the first time, the Undead wanted to die. He hated that he couldn't die.

Only a few seconds had passed, but for Chu Feng, it felt like centuries.

"Stop, stop!" Chu Feng's voice was distorted by pain, and his once proud eyes now showed a plea for mercy.

Seeing him give in, anger flashed in Fang Xiu's eyes, as if a new toy had broken too soon.

"I liked your arrogant attitude better, you know."

"Please, please, pull it out! I can't take it anymore!" Chu Feng kept convulsing, his speech becoming more and more slurred. Soon, he rolled his eyes and passed out again.

The people around them were stunned by what they saw.

They knew Chu Feng was tough, not because he was strong, but because he was unkillable and didn't fear pain.

They had just watched his fight with Wu Xin. Wu Xin had crushed Chu Feng's testicles, and Chu Feng didn't even flinch. But now, he had fainted twice from just a stab with a scalpel.

It was unbelievable.

"Is that scalpel a Specter Gadget?" Many people's eyes sparkled. They thought Fang Xiu's ability to do this must be due to the special properties of the scalpel.

Everyone felt a sense of dread. Although they were the best psychics from across the country and were naturally proud, they weren't fools.

They knew Chu Feng's pain tolerance. Yet, he was begging for mercy from a mere scalpel. They could only imagine how painful it was, maybe far worse than being sliced to death or boiled in oil.

_'Indeed, if a person's reputation is significant, they must have abilities others cannot match. Fang Xiu solving Grade-S Specter events must rely on more than just foreseeing the future. It's like solving math problems in an exam—even if someone knows the answer, they won't get the score if they don't write down the process.'_

Seeing Chu Feng faint, Fang Xiu felt even more bored. He liked screams, especially continuous screams. It wasn't because he was a sadist but because he was too lonely. His power over pain was deeply connected to his own experiences, so he wanted someone to understand and share his pain.

Everyone saw Fang Xiu's current glory, but no one understood his loneliness and suffering.

Meeting Chu Feng, who couldn't die, was a rare find for Fang Xiu. At least he was stronger than others, but even he could only understand a fraction of Fang Xiu's pain.

Fang Xiu turned the scalpel again, the blade twisting in Chu Feng's flesh.

"Arghhhh!"