Popolie, seated in the center of the square, wore a slightly peculiar expression.
This man was actually willing to offer up his own Moxel.
Popolie let out a cold laugh:
–Our trio is one; nothing can compensate for the loss of any one of us.–
The people around were moved.
This kid looked ordinary, yet at this moment he displayed great authority—a boldness to throw away a fortune just to vent his anger, making everyone envious!
The thread linking to Popolie snapped, then redirected toward Morri.
A few seconds later, Morri’s expression changed slightly.
He looked up at Yang Zicang and Popolie, both expressionless, and understood they were indignant on his behalf.
–Forget it, Zicang, and Popolie.–
Two gazes shot over, and more people turned to look.
Morri sighed and said, –This secret technique will still be distributed as a reward to whoever captures him alive. In addition…–
He turned to look at the thirty or so people behind him.
–As for the friends who contributed tonight, I will give each of you a leveling contract, free of charge.–
The thirty-plus people, who were starting to cough and run fevers, froze for two seconds, then erupted in cheers.
Everyone watching here was shaken.
–What? You, you’re serious?!–
–Did I hear that right?–
–Did I get hit by some Moxel ability and start hallucinating? Free, over thirty copies?–
From afar, Yang Zicang spoke:
–The captain of the Piao Ming Group speaks—of course his word is as good as gold.–
His gaze, utterly devoid of emotion, swept across the hundreds of eyes around him, meeting each one in turn.
–Today, thanks to all of you for rescuing me. Since Morri said each person gets one share, then one share it is. In a little while, we’ll go have drinks and meat to repay everyone’s kindness.-
Suddenly, the whole place erupted into chaos. The Lost Frequency Zone was frantically contacting these thirty-odd people, and various organizations eagerly sought their information, wanting to purchase the training contracts that were about to be issued.
The Pu Ming Group, a team name that had sounded a bit grandiloquent, instantly became worthy of its name.
Many cities outside Hub Town, having learned of this news through the cargo teams, reacted swiftly, hoping to purchase a training contract that contained secret techniques.
A hint of joy appeared on Morri’s face.
{Zicang, thank you. If I’m truly fated to die, being able to secure an invisibility ability wouldn’t be a loss.}
Yang Zicang said silently to Morri in his heart:
[From now on, you stay in Hub Town and don’t go anywhere. Your phone call goes to three years from now, right? Three years is nothing. I’ll see who can take your life in the meantime.]
Morri was silent for a moment, then nodded.
If I can avoid the accident in the future, then surviving would be the best… And didn’t Hong Haocheng also say in the psychic field that I should go to the future together with him?
Maybe I won’t die after all?
……
Soon after, news arrived: someone had captured two Li Shangxiangs. One of them begged for mercy the instant he was caught, saying he was willing to reveal the whereabouts of the other two in exchange for his life.
–Tell us where the other Li Shangxiangs are.-
–Please, spare me! They all used the Moxel abilities they’d previously stolen to replace the Shi Qian Moxel, reverted to their original looks, and fled. But I know what those ‘Li Shangxiangs’ look like now!-
The two were swiftly hauled to the shed area.
They saw the shed area square, where three figures sat like mountain bandits from three directions, encircling a small –island- in the middle trapped by water. All around stood people of every skin color.
The two captured –Li Shangxiangs- turned deathly pale.
As the man’s description of their appearance spread, two more heads were soon brought in—thrown to the ground with a heavy slap.
Both men shuddered violently.
They never imagined that in just one hour, these two –Shi Qian Group- members, who had casually used up Moxel to restore their looks, were already dead.
Members of the Shi Qian group were being caught everywhere. Many weren’t even brought in for a Chronos reward—the shed masters would rather forfeit millennia of bonuses than let these schemers live, having plotted against the very Moxel foundation they relied on to survive.
Yang Zicang turned to look at the two captured Li Shangxiangs. Before he could speak, Shed Master Zhang Xian roared:
–Cripple their means of escape.-
–No! Don’t!-
Smack! Smack! The two fell to the ground, their limbs barely perceptible. Drenched in sweat, they were tightly bound and tossed into the ghost train.
Yang Zicang stood up and walked over: –Whoever is willing to extract the Moxel from the Shadows will be the one to survive.-
–Me!-
–Me!-
Bang!
Yang Zicang watched coldly as Silver Lance, wreathed in red light, pierced the head of the one who had shouted second.
Blood splattered, hot drops landing on faces and bodies. The remaining man felt his mind go hazy.
A small statue was brought over.
No need for words—a ring of light emerged on Li Shangxiang’s chest, and a broken line shot into the small statue.
A tiny gap slowly opened at the statue’s mouth position, as if spitting out light. A green energy mass manifested, drifting down slowly to form an ability orb.
Countless pairs of eyes watched this scene from all around.
They all wanted to see for themselves whether this was truly the only ability capable of transferring Moxel.
……
Clang—the train door sealed tight.
A buzzing sound echoed through the carriage.
–I swear I won’t run—I can’t run, either,- the man who had manifested the [Chronos Transfer] ability orb said in terror. –Let me live, I’ll convert abilities for you, I’ll remove Moxel from those who can’t handle it and give them the chance to gain a new Moxel, I beg you…-
At that moment, in a small shed area, Xiao Li, sensing the feed transmitted by Master Yang, covered her mouth as she watched Yang Zicang walk toward the ground encircled by a ring of roaring oil fire.
–So… he’s that fierce.-
Xiao Li recalled the target she had once attempted to assassinate, and a flicker of panic stirred within her. Only now did she truly grasp how dangerous her situation had been.
–I, I can’t watch anymore. I’m so scared.-
Yang Pengzhu looked at the girl curled into a tight ball:
–Locking him in the car is the only way to deal with Shi Qian—since if he turns invisible and tries to flee, no one can extract his abilities anymore. You need to get used to all this. Because… if these people from the so-called Shi Qian group actually succeed, they’ll inevitably discover your blink ability someday. And then you’ll be in real danger.-
As he spoke, the shed owner felt a wave of belated fear himself.
Finally, Xiao Li nodded her pale little face.
She watched the ability ball be thrown onto a small –isolated island- surrounded by boiling water and crackling oil fire.
……
At that moment, Wuying—who had abandoned his invisibility—was swiftly caught by a coordinated effort. Both his legs had vanished, his body bore several wounds, and massive blood loss had already turned his face pallid, his breath a mere whisper.
The cyan ball rolled to a stop before him. Wuying knew that if he hesitated for even an instant, he would die right then. Now, his only hope was that the –Puming Group- valued their reputation more than his life and would keep their promise to spare him after he handed over the Moxel…
Lying on the ground, Wuying reached out with effort, his fingers brushing the small ball caked with mud and dust.
[I can use [Chronos Migration].]
The round Moxel on his chest flickered, and a weak smile spread across the pale-faced man’s lips.
He never imagined that in the end, he would willingly activate this ability ball.
[Chronos Migration has been initiated.]
[Migration target annotated: Li Shangxiang.]
Wuying looked up and saw Yang Zicang staring coldly at him from outside the ring of fire.
He had already obtained the heaven-defying invisibility Moxel… why did he still have to provoke this person?
He felt extremely regretful.
[I am about to strip all Chronos usage from my body.]
[You have stripped all Chronos effects from your body.]
–I am Shi Qian… I am Wuying… My true name is…-
The resentful man felt that the ability which had been responding to him at every moment had indeed vanished without a trace.
This is… the feeling of returning to an ordinary human…
It doesn’t seem so terrifying after all…
The young man, who had lost too much blood, dazedly pressed his face against the warm ground lit by the fire, as if only this earth would never reject his actions, no matter what he did…
……
Yang Zicang turned his head. The Enightmare train slowly approached.
The surrounding people dispersed. The Paleshade Wyrm had already been hovering in the air, ready to prevent any reckless person from trying to snatch.
He approached the car door. Inside, Li Shangxiang, with broken limbs, was leaning against the wall, inhaling oxygen heavily. He pointed to an ability ball in the carriage and said:
–This is the ability ball for the invisibility ability. Touch it, and you’ll know if it’s real. Note: since you have never obtained a real part of Shi Qian’s body, using this ability ball will replace your own ability…-
Yang Zicang bent down and picked up the small ability ball that had rolled to Li Shangxiang’s feet. At this moment, it was no longer cyan but silver-white, like a ripe fruit.
–Obtain the real Shi Qian’s body parts? What… does that mean?-
Though the question was asked, a suspicion had already formed in his mind, the answer seemingly on the verge of surfacing…
–It’s the Bandage Doctor. He transplanted the real Li Shangxiang’s body into all of us, thereby… granting us his ability…-
–Bandage?- The people around heard this name for the first time.
In Yang Zicang’s mind, this figure called Bandage was instantly ranked as a top-tier threat, second only to Lü Bu.
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