Chapter 410. The Murims Poison Master (1)
"Kuk-huhk!"
The Hidden Gang Boss was a first-rate assassin for a reason. Even after losing part of his arm below the elbow, he swallowed his scream and quickly tapped his acupuncture points to stop the bleeding.
Holding onto his wounded right arm, the Hidden Gang Boss tried to assess the situation.
I heard dozens of voices just now, but... How is that possible? I still can't hear anyone's breathing!
The five senses of a Hidden Gang member were enhanced by the Hidden Knowledge Art to the point of rivaling wild animals.
They could even detect the faintest final breath of the dying. It was like a sixth sense, almost like a third eye.
But even so...
They’re nearby, no doubt. So why can’t I detect them? That can only mean...!
His eyes, barely visible over his mask, narrowed sharply.
"Where are you from?" he demanded, scanning his surroundings."Which assassination troupe sent you?! You dare use the Great Tortoise Breath Technique to hide from us, the Hidden Gang?!"
It wasn’t that he couldn’t hear them breathing. It was that they weren’t breathing at all. They were holding their breath. That meant they were using the Great Tortoise Breath Technique.
The Hidden Gang Boss's furious roar echoed through the poison fog, but no one, at least none of the Phantoms, bothered to respond.