[All Elects must do their utmost to counter the attacks of the Resistors, sealing them within one hour; otherwise, everyone in the area shall have 300 years deducted from their lifespan.]
Hearing the penalty notification echo in his heart, Yang Zicang’s eyes grew deep and dark.
He felt no ripple of emotion at the bodies sprawled across the stairs—something unimaginable just days ago.
As he pushed open the door, a strange concoction of mixed odors rushed to meet him.
–Don’t kill us.–
Lying on the ground were several women, ranging from their teens to their thirties or forties.
–We were kidnapped. Please, let us go.–
Yang Zicang wrinkled his nose, casting a glance at them. His gaze swept over Xiao Xun, whose eyes were wide open as he sat rigid in a chair, before landing on the figure across the room.
Paleshade Wyrm hovered beside the man, ready to devour his psionic form at a moment’s notice.
–Are you from the Xiong Ying Group?–
–No, no, no. I’m just a member of a minor organization. This, is this your Nightmare? I’ll give you all the Chronos I have—just spare me!–
–I don’t belong to your camp, so your offer goes nowhere.–
–Huh? Then this Nightmare…–
A folded beam shot through the air.
{Yang Zicang, we need to leave this place quickly. Come with us.}
[Has Mu Xiaoyu been sent in?]
{Are you insane? At a time like this, you still want Xiaoyu to come in and die?}
[Never mind. I’m just worried about Matt Chao coming after her. Tell her to hold on and not fall asleep, no matter what.]
Yang Zicang turned to the trembling man across from him and said,
–Contact Matt Chao and tell him to come here. Otherwise, in three minutes, I’ll initiate a Chronos financing round and order everyone with implanted platforms to gather here with me.–
The man across from him doubted his own ears.
–I’ll grant them each three hundred years of Chronos and help them eradicate the platforms planted in their minds.–
–But even if I broadcast for Matt Chao, how the hell is he supposed to get here? Sun Xin has vanished… Oh! There’s Shao Min. But Shao Min—you haven’t killed her too, have you?–
What the hell was Shao Min? He had no idea who these people were.
Yang Zicang gave a cold snort. –Don’t you know that Matt Chao planted a mental platform in you?–
The man shuddered.
He clearly hadn’t known about it before.
–Don’t worry. If he doesn’t show up, in three minutes I’ll perform a little demonstration for everyone on how I plan to tear Matt Chao’s mental platform out.–
On the other side, Chu Chiang, overhearing Yang Zicang’s exchange with this man, stared at the man and the eerie creature vaguely floating in the air in disbelief through his perception perspective.
He actually managed to neutralize the ability that Matt Chao cherished and knew well…
That man was about to spread Moxel when suddenly his eyes lost focus, as if he had fallen asleep standing up. He murmured, –I’m sleepy.–
[Wooo—]
The sharp sound of the speeding subway approached rapidly from what seemed like a world of nothingness.
Yang Zicang waited, about to see this man…
A reddish-yellow train burst through the air, appearing swiftly. The front few carriages were still somewhat hazy, but by the midpoint, they were already extremely solid.
–Chii~–
On this twenty-first-floor skyscraper, a carriage came to a steady halt in the misty scenery behind this man.
The door slid open with a clatter, and a familiar figure stood smiling at the entrance.
Yang Zicang looked at his face and suddenly said with a hint of killing intent, –Zhao Bomin!–
Yet Zhao Bomin acted as if he hadn’t heard.
Chu Chiang, watching this scene from the other side, finally understood what kind of ability Matt Chao possessed!
He didn’t need to make people fall asleep; they naturally dozed off before he even arrived!
Zhao Bomin’s gaze shifted from gentle to dull, and the smile on his face slowly faded, eventually turning into the expression of the other controlled people on the train:
–Get on board. Do you dare?–
Yang Zicang looked out the window.
From distant places, a clamor of noise and cries for help could be heard. Once they knew that three hundred years of Chronos could be deducted at any moment, many began resorting to any means necessary.
Perhaps this is why the people here refuse to tell newcomers about the end-of-month deduction of Chronos—a bloody hunt is隨時 on the verge of unfolding.
He looked back to Zhao Bomin, who now wore a blank expression.
–Those who board the train become puppets, right?–
The Paleshade Wyrm surged into motion, lunging down at the train with a tearing bite.
The train’s body braced itself, emitting a strange, dull, muffled shriek as its steel cars bulged outward, making it seem as if the Paleshade Wyrm’s bite found no purchase.
–As I thought, it’s all constructs of the mind.–
With a Quad flicker, Yang Zicang, for the first time, injected augmenting Chronos into the Paleshade Wyrm. Its body turned a pale, ghostly red, and simultaneously, the train also transformed into a red hue.
The Evil Nether’s voice boomed forth.
{Kill its master, quickly!}
The train twisted like a dragon-serpent, its long-lost front shimmering into a translucent shape as it charged directly at Yang Zicang.
The speed of thought was astonishing; before Yang Zicang could even react, he found himself already inside the train.
–Hah, was this the same feeling when I was engulfed by the White Shadow?–
–No, your real body is here as well.–
The train car was quite bright and clean; standing up from the seat opposite was a young man with his legs folded, dressed in a silver uniform.
A casually discarded set of armor lay at his feet.
Matt Chao raised his chin slightly, –Came up alone? Where is the master of that twisted nightmare?–
The gaze he directed at Yang Zicang sparkling with an overwhelming sense of extreme self-assurance.
–Are you Matt Chao?–
–I’m asking you a question. Are you deaf?–
[Its master is the person right in front of us!]
The train echoed once more with a deafening mental voice.
A ripple of emotion stirred within Matt Chao.
–You’re the one who awakened telekinesis?–
Yang Zicang replied coldly, –Your horse has sharper instincts than you.–
As he walked forward, he took the initiative to sever the Syn-Link with Chu Chiang, who was reeling from the psychic blow, and instead connected to Morris.
Chu Chiang still couldn’t believe that the person who was just a rookie yesterday was now going head-to-head with one of the leading elites of Xiongying Squad!
Too bad the Syn-Link was cut off; he had no idea what would happen next.
Would he die?
……
On the train,
A dark red kaleidoscope the length of a palm appeared in the young man’s hand, on which sat a bloodshot eye.
Moxel flickered, the kaleidoscope expanded into countless beautiful patterns, enveloping Matt Chao and the train car like a flowery garment. The attacks from the outside Paleshade Wyrm suddenly felt like gnawing on cotton.
–I underestimated you. In just three or four days, you’ve obtained an extra ability—you’ve been to a complete Yore-Realm, haven’t you.–
–What kind of gear is this, that can even resist psychic attacks?–
Matt Chao extended his hand, and from behind, a vacant-faced person walked out from the car, dragging a longsword with both hands.
–It seems we can’t communicate.–
Energy surged behind Yang Zicang, and the phantom of a Paleshade Wyrm emerged.
Whoosh! Matt Chao’s legs shot forward like rockets, the edge of his sword slicing through the air with astonishing speed.
Yang Zicang agilely shifted his body on the spot, dodging the blade’s strike by a hair’s breadth without even using his Moxel ability.
–That’s not the kind of strength and skill you can develop in just a year or two. You’ve been to the Yore-Realm too.–
Their figures twisted as they crossed paths.
A fist wrapped in red flickering flames came crashing toward him. Yang Zicang raised his left hand to block, and the two recoiled backward upon impact.
[I’ve neutralized 15000N.]
Matt Chao’s expression shifted. In a single bout of contact, he had already consumed half of his Chronos.
–Why didn’t you bring Zhang Fei’s armor? Oh, right, those hypocrites took it away, didn’t they. Here’s a chance for you—join our Fierce Elite Group.–
–Only if you let me be your king; otherwise, no deal.–
–You’re not even fit to polish Lyu Bu’s boots.–
Thud! Yang Zicang struck down with a palm, conjuring several afterimages, as Matt Chao twisted every joint in his body with a series of crackles, contorting himself to dodge the blow.
He couldn’t help but sigh inwardly—what kind of Yore-Realm had this guy been to?
Normally, even after prolonged training in those worlds, one would still need time to sculpt their body to the level achieved in dreams once they returned.
A flash of red light pulsed from Matt Chao’s chest, and several twisted, semi-transparent silken threads shot out from the carriage walls. Paleshade Wyrm materialized swiftly, snatching these incoming threads with a single bite.
–Looks like you were well-prepared.–
A flash of silent fury in his eyes, Matt Chao tightened his grip on his longsword and lunged forward, swinging it rapidly.
Yang Zicang stepped out in a lunge—the stamp of his foot was as hard as that of a martial master, exuding a suffocating pressure, while his fist tore through the air with fierce force.
A grayish-white phantom flame of a fist struck straight for Matt Chao’s face.
–Scram!– Matt Chao thrust his longsword upward and sliced the phantom apart.
But at this moment, the fierce gale exploded violently, his surging body instantly leaning backward as the powerful blast flipped him over.
[I have offset 999 N.]
Matt Chao twisted his body, landing steadily after a somersault, his expression faintly stiffening.
[I inject 7000 N for Morris!]
[Morris wants to inject 9000 N for me.]
–I didn’t expect you to be this strong. Since that’s the case, let me show you my full strength.–
A thick, swirling aura of energy appeared around Matt Chao, who wiped the corner of his mouth.
Yang Zicang snorted lightly, –I said someone ranked in the Xiongying Group wouldn’t be this mediocre. So this is the secret technique you’ve cultivated. Not bad, with thirty years’ worth of power.–
–Bastard, you think you’re qualified to judge me?!–
Whoosh! The long sword swung, carrying a ferocious, tiger-like sword aura.
They advanced inch by inch; the red phantom flames streaked through space but did not dissipate, instead lingering on the trajectory of their path.
As Matt Chao’s figure shifted, the red lines spread around him like a silken cage.
Yang Zicang’s heart tightened; the attack trajectory could solidify in the air, even if for just a few seconds, making it hard to evade.
–No wonder so many people fear you.–
–Still trying to dodge? Do you think your Wind Fist can shatter my shackles?!–
Matt Chao’s sword brushed past Yang Zicang several times, yet with each pass, ghostly red afterimages lingered around his body, waiting for the slightest misstep to make contact.
Yang Zicang cast an indifferent gaze at the blazing crimson blade that, after the sword aura had flickered on either side of his head, now surged straight for his face.
–Why would I need to shatter them?–
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