“It’s really wonderful.”

An Lingjing stood up and said.

"Do you use the summoned beast to defend?" Fatty Feng looked at the ink scattered around Anling Mirror and smiled: "At that moment, you can think of such a defense method. I really admire you. But." Speaking of this, Fat Feng looked down and said: "Your foot is injured. I think you can still move as quickly as you did just now."

An Lingjing also looked down at his left foot. A dagger with all its roots on it was shocking.

"Come back." Fatty Feng made a random move, and the daggers that had just attacked the spirit beasts summoned by An Lingjing flew back to him like they had life.

"If you do it again," Fatty Feng looked at An Lingjing with a grin and said, "I guess you can't hide."

An Lingjing looked down at his left foot. The wound was deep and bones were visible. It was indeed as Fatty Feng said. There were already bursts of heart-wrenching pain when he was not moved. If he moved slightly, the taste was indeed beyond what ordinary people could tolerate.

"It hurts very much, right?" Fatty Feng laughed and said, "I know very clearly that feeling. After all, that is my ability. I think you must be in pain now, and I have given this ability a very good name, called the Bone-Through Nail. Now, I am also very kind and willing to help you solve this pain."

"Oh?" An Lingjing looked up at him and said, "What are you going to do?"

"Of course I'll kill you. So that you won't feel the pain anymore." Fatty Feng shouted: "Go on, the bone-transparent nail!"

The daggers that were still flying around Fatty Feng had been ordered and gathered again, and flew towards An Lingjing. An Lingjing really did not move as Fatty Feng said.

"Hahaha, I can't move my body easily, are you planning to accept my fate? Then I'll give you my help." Fatty Feng's laughter echoed on the field.

All the daggers were nailed to An Lingjing's body with his laughter.

"All hits. Haha." Fatty Feng shouted unrestrainedly: "How is it? Don't worry, at the beginning, you will feel a burst of severe pain, and then your body and nerves will be paralyzed by such pain. Of course, this is not the end. Because feeling paralysis is just an emergency response made by your brain. But when the pain exceeds the limit that it can bear, it will collapse. In other words, you will be dying of pain. How about it? How about being defeated by a small character like me who you have never seen before? Haha, sorry, I have forgotten that you may not feel anything else except pain, right?"

"I have two things to tell you."

In the shocked expression of Fat Feng, An Lingjing raised two fingers and said, "First, I don't feel any pain at all now. Second, I hate your loud voice now. Can you please shut up?"

"Impossible!" Fatty Feng ignored An Lingjing's advice and still whispered: "How can you still be sober? You should be in pain now?"

"Indeed." An Lingjing rubbed the two parts of his wounded and said, "When you are injured by your dagger, the wound will indeed hurt. I never knew there would be such medicine. I guess, that might have been obtained from Saren, right?"

"That's right." Fatty Feng said, "It doesn't matter to tell you. The poison on the dagger was indeed given to me by Lord Saren after I could appear. He said that there is no medicine in the world to relieve it."

"Indeed." An Lingjing nodded and said, "Since I was hit just now, I have been trying to detoxify this poison, but I have never succeeded. So, I guessed whether it came from outside the domain, where your master came from."

"So what if you know? I think you are just holding on now. It must be very uncomfortable to endure the pain, right?" Fatty Feng smiled again.

"Don't you understand?" An Lingjing said in a deep voice: "I've said it a long time ago, I don't feel any pain at all now."

"This is impossible!" Fatty Feng shouted: "It is impossible to feel that it doesn't hurt if I am stabbed by my dagger. You said just now, you can't remove the poison."

"You said it just now." An Lingjing smiled and said, "If you are stabbed by your dagger, you will not feel it will not hurt. And when did I say that I was stabbed?"

After saying that, he took a light step toward the side. A scene that Fatty Feng couldn't understand appeared. Those daggers that seemed to have stabbed An Lingjing did not move with the movement of An Lingjing. Instead, they still stopped in mid-air.

"This...what is going on?" Fatty Feng said in a trembling voice like his eyes.

"Your ability after demon appearance should be to manipulate these poisonous daggers." An Lingjing explained: "So, you have abandoned your already excellent close-kill ability and instead used this long-distance attack to fight. This may be the essence of your businessmen. You always like to hide behind the scenes and manipulate everything from afar."

"Yes... so what!" Fatty Feng shouted: "Move, the bone-transparent nail!"

"It's useless." An Lingjing said: "You made two big mistakes. I don't know where you learned it, I was injured. If you continue to play in close combat, I might be quite tricky, but you chose this kind of long-distance tactic. This is your first mistake."

After saying that, An Lingjing took a step back slightly and continued: "The second mistake is that you mistakenly think that I am a person who fights by summoned spirit beasts. You have not discovered my true strength at all."

"Real strength?" said Fatty Feng.

"Not bad. Just look at the ability to manipulate items. You can control so many daggers at once and control them well. This proves that your strength is indeed very good. But it's just not bad."

After saying that, An Lingjing waved her lightly.

A miracle happened. The daggers seemed to have heard some summons, and turned their heads together and turned towards Fatty Feng.

"This...how is this possible?" Fatty Feng's voice trembled.

"Of course I can do it." An Lingjing smiled slightly and said, "Because I am also a person who can manipulate things."

"What?"

"It's no wonder you're so surprised." An Lingjing said: "Because anyone who has seen me take action will think that the summoned spirit beast is my ability. But in fact, you are all wrong. My real ability is actually manipulation. By the way, I can manipulate everything that is contaminated by my ink. Just like your dagger."

As he said that, as An Lingjing's fingers moved slightly, the daggers began to fly up and down. In terms of speed and flexibility, they were much more powerful than when Fatty Feng controlled them just now.

"By the way," An Lingjing smiled and said, "You should have just appeared and mastered this power. So you shouldn't know yet. If two people want to manipulate an item at the same time, then it depends on who has stronger energy to decide who controls the item."

"Are you saying that your anger is much stronger than mine?" Fatty Feng seemed to have understood what An Lingjing said at this moment, and shouted.

"It's worthy of being a businessman." An Lingjing smiled and said, "I thought it would take me a long time to explain it before you can understand."

"Stop looking down on people." Fatty Feng said: "You just controlled a few daggers. Do you think you are very great? You may not understand the current situation. In order to prevent the daggers from being destroyed after being shot out, I have not only brought those daggers. Moreover, my ability is more than able to control those daggers."

After saying that, his figure turned around. Daggers appeared again around him, more than twice the number.

"It's you who didn't understand the status quo." An Lingjing's voice turned cold and said, "I just said that I can control everything that is contaminated by my ink. This includes people."

Fatty Feng was shocked when he heard this. When he hurriedly looked down, he found that his whole body had already been covered in ink during the initial battle.

"Stay there honestly and don't move." An Lingjing sneered, "I tell you that I have never judged people by their appearance. I have never looked down on you. In my opinion, as long as I work hard, no matter whether I succeed or not, I should be respected by others. And like you, you only blame your failure on so-called background and talent. You choose to escape and sell your soul to the demon. You are the most worthy of despising. Because, in essence, you have looked down on yourself first. You think that only by getting help from external objects can you get rid of your weak self. Little do you know that the most powerful thing has been given up by you. For people like you, dying of pain may be the most suitable punishment."

"Slow...Slow..." Fatty Feng used all his strength and could not move his body a little bit. The cold sweat on his face fell, and he hurriedly said, "I know I was wrong, so let me go this time. I will definitely reform myself."

"Unfortunately." An Lingjing smiled and said, "I told you to shut up several times before, or to keep a little quiet. You didn't listen. So, I don't want to hear what you said. Goodbye, Master Feng of the Fugui Gang."

After saying that, he never looked at him again. And the daggers shot towards Feng Jin like a flying moment the moment An Lingjing turned around.
Chapter completed!