Naming Technique of the Night

Not on the tree.

Zhang San was startled; when he had just gotten into the car, he had clearly seen the trajectory coming from this tree's crown.

The other party had left before he had even arrived.

But where had they gone?

Zhang San, an experienced old mercenary, naturally wouldn't be puzzled for long.

So, the moment his back barely touched the ground, his back muscles suddenly bulged, and his form inexplicably propelled towards a distant spot.

With a bang, where he was supposed to have landed, a small crater appeared—caused by Qing Chen, who had been hiding behind the tree and had taken the opportunity to fire.

This time, even Lian Qingchen hadn't expected Zhang San's back muscles to be so terrifying, like a spring.

Moreover, at that instant, Qing Chen followed Zhang San's silhouette, continued to lift his hand, and pulled the trigger of his pistol—in such close-range combat, a pistol was far more flexible than a sniper rifle.

To the extent that even a C-Class Expert couldn't escape his aim!

However, what surprised Qing Chen was that the bullet he had fired this time passed through Zhang San's body and hit the tree trunk behind him.

Yes, when the bullet passed through Zhang San's body, it was like passing through a cloud, its speed hardly reduced.

"Not right," Qing Chen cried out in alarm, suddenly lifting his left hand to protect between his ribs, while his right hand violently aimed at a patch of air and continuously pulled the trigger.

The next second, the 'Zhang San' he had been shooting at began to dissolve like a holographic image. To his left, another Zhang San materialized from the air, punching Qing Chen on the arm he had preemptively placed over his ribs.

With a thunderous noise, Qing Chen suffered a full-force blow from a C-Class Expert for the first time, and his whole body flew sideways like a rag doll.

He only felt his left arm and shoulder as if they were about to fall apart.

The sensation in his body was first numb, then his left arm began to ache intensely.

Despite this, Qing Chen's right hand still tightly gripped the pistol, trying to shoot at Zhang San in midair to prevent the opponent from taking advantage of the moment he lost balance to continue the assault.

He pondered whether this eerie scene of using a phantom to substitute for oneself was Zhang San's ability. When had the phantom been created, and when had the real body melded into the air?

Qing Chen analyzed in his memory but found no clues.

This ability was indeed too confusing.

He had just used his left arm to block Zhang San's attack, not because he had foreseen his whereabouts, but because he knew if the opponent chose a trajectory and target, striking at his soft ribs would be the optimal choice.

Qing Chen had simply deduced the opponent's best move and defended accordingly.

He even felt somewhat fortunate; luckily, he had eaten three Dragon Fish and broken through to D-Class Peak, otherwise, that hit would definitely have broken his left arm.

Just then, as Qing Chen spun through the air, his gun ran out of bullets. He casually threw the gun at Zhang San and, after landing, staggered back towards Weiyang Lake Park.

This was his first time facing a full-fledged C-Class Expert, and the oppressive feeling, as if tangible, made Qing Chen choose to temporarily avoid direct conflict.

Zhang San swatted away the gun flying towards his face. Just when his palm collided with the gun, his palm was unexpectedly cut by some sharp object.

He was somewhat bewildered; the gun clearly had no abnormalities, so what had cut him?
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"Boss, I've seriously injured him, but he's run back into Weiyang Lake Park. Should I continue pursuing? This Daytime Boss seems a bit odd, and it seems he might have other cards to play," Zhang San said as he chased towards the park.

Huan Yu spoke through the Bluetooth earpiece, "That's for you to decide if it's a trap. If you think he has set traps in Weiyang Lake Park, then you can retreat now, and I won't blame you. For the organization, you are more important than a single success or failure. But if you catch up and kill him, I promise, within half a year, I will find a Taboo item for you."

Zhang San thought for a second and ran after Qing Chen.

He didn't know if Huan Yu was telling the truth, but what he did know was that their brief encounter had let him gauge the true extent of this Daytime Boss's strength.

The opponent's strength must be significant; otherwise, his punch just now would have been enough to shatter the Daytime Boss's bones.

To be honest, Zhang San was somewhat surprised. First, how did the Daytime Boss predict his attack? Was it because of a use of abilities or some other unknown flaw? Yet, he had sparred with other C-Class Experts before and no one had ever noticed any flaws.

Secondly, the Daytime Boss's strength and speed were only close to C-Class, not quite C-Class, but why was his body so resilient?

But no matter what, after careful thought, Zhang San believed that the Daytime Boss had played all his cards.

The opponent still didn't quite understand his own attack methods and strategies. From the perspective of winning odds, they were higher for him.

And although Huan Yu treated everyone as tools, this boss had never broken a promise.

In the night, Qing Chen, staggering, re-entered Weiyang Lake Park with Zhang San closely following behind.

No one knew that in a corner outside the park gate stood a young man also wearing a Bluetooth earpiece: "Boss, I see Zhang San has indeed chased in."

"From your perspective, judge the strength of this Daytime Boss," Huan Yu, still sitting calmly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, said softly.