Perception Talent, Upgrade

Translator: CinderTL

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That night, at midnight.

The supermarket's roller shutter door slammed shut as Chen Feng waved goodbye to Aunt Zhang.

"Goodbye, Aunt Zhang."

"Take care, Xiao Feng. Be careful on the road."

After parting ways, Chen Feng, carrying a large cardboard box, turned and walked toward the old residential area.

He had bought a lot of things today: two large bags of bread, a carton of milk, two bags of frozen beef, a box of energy bars...

He had simply grabbed an empty cardboard box from the supermarket and packed everything in.

Tap, tap!

The sound of footsteps echoed.

The street lamps along the side of the road were old and weathered, with faint yellow light spilling out, barely illuminating the street.

After walking for several minutes, Chen Feng did not sense any malice.

This reassured him that the people from Tian Heng Society had likely stopped following him for the time being.

"I wonder if Lin Hao will really find something in three days."

The thought crossed his mind, recalling Lin Hao's promise.

Well, it's not like he could do something, he could only wait.

Once everything became clear, he would know what steps to take next.

Tap, tap!

The footsteps continued.

Feeling a bit hungry, Chen Feng casually took two energy bars from the box, tore open the packaging, and stuffed them into his mouth.

Crunch!

Crunch!

The crisp sound echoed, but as he walked, Chen Feng felt something was off.

"Did they not set up a stall tonight?"

A flash of confusion crossed his mind, as the familiar scent of barbecue was nowhere to be found.

Chen Feng casually glanced around; the street was empty. The barbecue cart, usually parked here, was missing tonight.

"Damn it, we came for nothing."

"What's going on with Old Zhao? Why didn't he set up shop tonight?"

"Forget it, let's go somewhere else and continue the second round."

A few drunk men cursed loudly as Chen Wei glanced at them.

"Kid, what are you looking at?"

A middle-aged man shouted, clearly drunk.

Chen Feng paused for a moment, coldly staring at him.

Their eyes met. The tall, muscular young man stood with his back to the streetlight, casting a massive shadow around him.

The air froze, and a heavy pressure filled the atmoorb.

In a daze, the drunk man felt as though a fierce tiger had suddenly appeared in front of him.

"I..."

His eyes widened, and the drunk man quickly fell silent, not daring to speak further.

Even his companions seemed a bit dazed, and no one shouted anymore.

"Interesting."

A flash of light gleamed in Chen Feng's eyes. The image of the Crimson Tiger Soaring Through the Sky map formed in his mind, not dispersing.

This idea came to him spontaneously while making eye contact.

He didn't expect it to have any effect, but it actually worked.

With that thought, he no longer paid attention to the pale-faced drunk man, taking a few more steps before heading back home.

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Click!

The door opened.

He placed the items into the fridge one by one and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Soon, Chen Feng dragged his exhausted body and collapsed onto his bed.

...

"Limit-breaking light orb..."

Entering the dream world again, Chen Feng stood at the misty entrance of an apartment.

He quickly expanded his senses, searching for his target.

He was in need of the limit-breaking light orb.

The Flame Tiger Stance needed to break through to the Tiger Form.

His judo hadn't been perfected yet.

He wanted to improve his Explosive Fist skill to mastery as well.

All of these required him to use the limit-breaking light orb to upgrade.

"Found it."

Chen Feng's gaze shifted to a newly unlocked area opposite him.

It was a basketball court surrounded by iron fences, near a park covered in mist, about twenty meters away.

Three shallow red light orbs floated silently over the court, almost beckoning him.

"Good."

A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes as Chen Feng immediately moved forward.

His internal strength quietly gathered, and he anticipated the sound of footsteps approaching.

Without looking, Chen Feng knew that the mist around him was swirling, and Faceless Ones were approaching to surround him.

Whoosh!

This time, he didn't passively respond as before.

Glancing around at the six Faceless Ones—four men and two women—Chen Feng revealed a eerie smile.

"Perfect."

Whoosh!

He stomped his foot and instantly charged forward.

His body moving like a runaway truck, and with his elbow bent, he struck a faceless woman in front of him with a powerful elbow to the chest.

Crack!

The sound of broken bones echoed.

Without lifting his head, Chen Feng's face remained indifferent as he turned his left arm into a whiplike punch, smashing down.

Bang!

A ferocious claw strike was blocked, and the assailant staggered backward.

Tap, tap, tap!

Immediately, the remaining four Faceless Ones rushed toward him, one even holding a metal bat.

His eyes cold, Chen Feng pressed his left foot into the ground and spun, kicking with his right leg.

Whoosh!

His strong right leg tensed, and his foot struck two of them like iron boards.

Bang, bang!

The figures flew backward, and in that instant, Chen Feng felt the sound of wind whistling past him.

A chill rose in his heart.

Recalling his Flame Tiger Stance practiced earlier, he sank his body and immediately adopted a tiger crouch.

Whoosh!

The metal bat swished past him, and he maintained his stability.

Looking at the Faceless Ones with their pale faces devoid of features, his mind remained calm, and only one thought flashed through his head.

"Explosive Fist!"

Buzz!

His muscles swelled and tightened like waves.

In an instant, Chen Feng's right arm seemed to grow thicker by several inches, and then he unleashed a sudden strike, ferocious and forceful.

Boom!!

The sound was deafening, and the figure flew backward, crashing into another.

Chen Feng's gaze remained cold as he turned and stretched out his five fingers, curling them like claws, swiftly tearing the clothes of another faceless being and grabbing its shoulder and waist.

"Up!"

His voice rang out, and his veins bulged as he lifted the faceless being into the air.

In the next second.

Chen Feng swung his arms and slammed the faceless being into the ground.

Boom!!!

The heavy thud shook the ground.

All six Faceless Ones fell to the ground, and Chen Feng stood there, breathing lightly.

"Amateur fifth-dan..."

A flicker of light flashed in his eyes. The six Faceless Ones he fought were almost at this level.

Even he felt a bit of pressure.

"This is just six of them. If their numbers keep increasing and their strength improves, it will be hard to deal with."

The thought crossed his mind. Though he felt the possibility of this continuing was unlikely—everything has limits.

Nevertheless, he still felt a sense of urgency.

Tap, tap!

Suddenly, he sensed danger and quickly backed away, evading a strike.

Six black lines flew past him, and the sound of insects and ants became more unpleasant.

"Looks like these bugs have changed?"

He raised an eyebrow, observing the large puddle of black water on the ground. He carefully sensed the changes in the insects.

Had they gotten slightly bigger?

Could it be that these bugs had different strengths?

The thought emerged, but Chen Feng couldn't find an answer.

Finally, he focused on the six gray light orbs. He quickly suppressed all distractions and rushed to absorb them.

This time, his perception talent finally underwent a massive transformation.

[You have acquired six Talent Orbs: Perception!]

[Perception +6!]

[Talent: Perception LV2 (1/100)]

(End of the Chapter)

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