Era of Magic and Martial Arts

Chapter 406 - 390: Deceitful Fog Cloak

[You have obtained a C-level equipment—the Deceitful Fog Cloak!]

[Category: Agility System Equipment.]

[Basic Bonus: Agility +3, Movement Speed +20]

Active Effect:

[Deceitful Mist]: When actively triggered, it spreads over a 20-meter radius centered on the wearer, generating a dense deceitful mist.

The mist interferes with the enemy’s vision, reducing their hit rate by 15%, lasts for 5 minutes, and follows the wearer or stays in place.

If the mist moves more than 200 meters away from the wearer, it will gradually dissipate within 10 seconds.

Cooling Time: 20 minutes.

Passive Effect:

[Light Landing]:

When jumping from a high place, the wearer reduces fall damage by 80% and lands lightly and silently.

Destiny didn’t particularly favor Feng Mu by granting him S-level equipment, but it did slightly favor him by bestowing a C-level equipment.

It felt like he wanted to sleep with Destiny, but Destiny just gave him a flirtatious glance.

"This works too!"

Feng Mu wasn’t disappointed, nor was he particularly excited. His threshold for satisfaction was growing higher like a playboy’s, although he remained single in both lifetimes.

Moreover, in this life, thanks to Iron Bone, he naturally possessed a cooling icy aura, which made him indifferent to women.

Of course, Feng Mu considered this a blessing. After all, there are too many villains in movies who fall due to women. Feng Mu, on the other hand, physically eliminated this weakness from the root.

On the retina, an additional item appeared in the equipment slot.

A dark gray cloak, light as mist in texture, edged with a faint black halo, and mysterious runes embroidered on the inside, flowing as if alive.

Feng Mu switched to the 3D character interface.

He saw a character looking seventy percent like himself, standing with one hand in pocket, wearing a black suit, and draped with a gray cloak, with playing cards running through the fingers of his left hand.

Feng Mu squinted slightly, gently touched his back with his fingertip, but did not touch the cloak, yet felt clearly that the equipment effect had quietly taken effect.

Just then, a dialog box popped up in his mind—[Display Equipment Effect? Yes/No].

Without hesitation, Feng Mu clicked [No] and quickly closed the window.

He thought to himself, "Displaying the equipment doesn’t enhance its effect; it only changes the appearance, sacrificing stealth."

Feng Mu squinted again, carefully reading the equipment description twice, and murmured to himself:

"It says ’wearer.’ Could it be that this cloak can be used by others as well?"

This thought intrigued him, but he soon laughed and shook his head.

He wasn’t planning to let others use his equipment. He only had two pieces himself, not even enough for his own needs, let alone considering others.

But in another light, perhaps this is a novel usage perspective?

"I can try it some time."

Feng Mu silently noted this idea, unsure though he was, he knew the future would bring opportunities to verify it.

In fact, Feng Mu’s equipment had long hidden a more bizarre usage method, but that method was too strange and outlandish, completely beyond most people’s imagination.

Even Feng Mu hadn’t extended his thoughts in that direction yet.

Perhaps a certain trigger was needed to bring that hidden possibility to light.

After a while, Feng Mu collected his thoughts, silently turned off the 3D display, and switched back to the attribute panel, focusing on the Agility section.

Agility: 9.999 (4.5+5.8) [In Explosive Transition]

This scene was familiar to him.

He happened to have the solution prepared in advance, a D-level Genetic Needle, obediently lying in the system’s storage.

The act of injecting the Genetic Needle was conspicuous, and Feng Mu had no plans of doing it on the vehicle; he intended to wait until he got to the Eighth Academy, then find a restroom stall to perform the injection upgrade.

minutes later, the vehicle stopped outside the campus.

Guan Chong opened the car door, his face serious as if about to carry out an assassination mission.

"Minister, there’s no parking in the school, but I could..."

Guan Chong’s eyes glanced at the security booth by the school gate, fingers unconsciously caressing the gun on his waist, as if calculating how many bullets it would take to clear a parking spot.

Feng Mu waved a hand, stopping Guan Chong from finishing his alarming thought.

Feng Mu wore a warm smile, "Let’s just walk there."

Feng Mu stepped out of the car, glancing at the cars lined up on the road, gently patting Guan Chong on the shoulder, earnestly saying:

"It’s good you can see the world through the sights of your gun, but for merely a parking spot, it’s unnecessary."

Guan Chong maintained a serious demeanor, but understood Feng Mu’s meaning and obediently parked the car outside the school.

Watching his subordinates execute his orders so strictly, Feng Mu suddenly felt a bit of a headache; subordinates extremely loyal and fanatical weren’t necessarily all good.

Feng Mu strode towards the campus, with Gong Qi closely following behind.

Neither wore their prison guard uniforms today, instead opting for casual suits.

The campus was particularly lively, the sports ground filled with cheering and noisy voices, the hot atmosphere almost tangible.

In the center of the sports ground, several extravagantly sized rings rose, surfaces coated with metallic sheen nano materials, shining brightly under the "sunlight."

The corners of the rings were equipped with hovering air cushions emitting barely perceptible humming, making the rings seem as if floating, exuding a sci-fi vibe beyond reality.

Around the sports field, automated cameras tied to trees spun rapidly, trying to capture every angle.

Clearly, traditional equipment struggled to keep up.

In the sky, numerous hovering drones circled, not only acting as cameras but also as high-precision live analyzers, deconstructing every frame in real-time and generating dynamic data streams projected onto massive screens.

The screens hung around the rings, like giant electronic windows, presenting every move on the rings clearly and without blind spots to the audience.

Fired-up music blared from embedded speakers all around, processed such that it remained clear even amidst the clamor of people.

Everywhere the eye could see, celebratory holographic banners hung, some even floated in mid-air, glowing texts shimmering in the sunlight, gently swaying with the breeze.

In front of the newly built rings stood a lavishly decorated platform, occupied not by students, but by school leaders and invited dignitaries from various social circles.

On the rings, the "chosen ones" from Zone 9’s prestigious universities who reached the finals were already in place, waiting for the referee’s signal to determine the top martial artist in Zone 9’s joint examination under countless gazes.

Although the championship was just the "number one" among university students and only an intra-regional selection among Zone 9’s universities.

But precisely because of their youth and potential, this title seemed more precious.

It’s not an exaggeration to say their future prospects are boundless, and they shine brightly!!!