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"Finished," Yang Xiaoyou naturally dodged the opponent's full-body lunge, successfully bringing his gun hand to within mere centimeters of the other person's head.
However, just as he was about to pull the trigger, an unnatural tremor seized his hand.
With a loud bang, a deep gash appeared on Huang Jing's head, blood and fragments of skin scattering everywhere, creating a horrifying scene. Yet, the extent of the horror was limited; due to the unnatural shaking of his arm, this attack did not achieve the desired effect.
In a state of utter disarray, Huang Jing seized this rare opportunity and with all his strength, crashed through a tightly shut door beside him, tumbling inside.
Yang Xiaoyou, whose left hand trembled uncontrollably, glanced at the crew member's break room that had just been burst open. Hearing the sound of shattering glass from within made him frown. Gradually, the dim red hue in his eyes and the look of distress faded away, returning to his original demeanor.
Yang Xiaoyou's body was operating beyond its limits. Typically, one could forcefully suppress a sprain using the brain's powerful control to compensate with nearby tendons for the damaged area.
The unnatural tremor during battle clearly indicated that his left arm had truly exceeded its controllable limits.
"Pain, pain, pain... I let him escape just like that; what a pity." As the strange aura filled with indifference and coldness dissipated from him, Yang Xiaoyou pressed his right hand against his left arm and slowly slid down the wall beside him.
He was completely drenched in cold sweat.
At that moment, he felt as if his entire body was falling apart, especially his left arm, which felt as though all the bones had shattered, sending a piercing pain through him.
After a while, the pain began to turn numb.
Moreover, aside from the physical pain on his flesh, the most unbearable sensation was that dead silence in his heart after a period of personality synchronization.
It was indescribable; it felt as if his entire inner self had completely closed off and decayed. The sudden impact on his original character was incredibly distressing.
"You okay?" A few people who had retreated to the other side came back to check when they noticed the fighting had stopped. They were surprised to see Yang Xiaoyou sitting against the wall on the ground.
From the beginning, in terms of speed and strength, this mysterious man was far inferior to his opponent. However, his technique completely dominated the battlefield; everything unfolded according to his will, and he held an absolute advantage in the fight.
Yet now, it seemed he had been injured, which was almost unimaginable. How strong could that terrifying creature be to injure someone even more formidable than itself?
"I'm fine; it's just a problem with my body. Let's go. That fellow is seriously injured, and given their cautious nature, we shouldn't have to worry on our way," Yang Xiaoyou said, standing up with some difficulty after striking the wall hard with his right hand. "Damn it, it didn't leave any traces."
Now that they missed the chance to kill the opponent, if it successfully blended into the crowd, Qi Menglu and the others would be in serious danger.
At this moment, Yang Xiaoyou could only pray that the injuries he sustained were not enough for him to hide his form before he healed.
As for them, they could use energy consumption to make themselves appear almost like ordinary people. However, each transformation required a significant accumulation of energy, and while in human form, their combat power was only about thirty percent of their full fighting stance.
Refusing Baldy's assistance, Yang Xiaoyou struggled to keep pace with the others and let out a faint sigh that only he could hear.
The situation he had just faced was a method he developed after reaching a certain level of energy cultivation. By using the killing intent he had accumulated over time as a catalyst, he awakened a personality from his memories, allowing him to perfectly access extraordinary combat experience and skills.
He had only briefly used this during experiments before; this was the first time applying it in actual combat. Although the results were impressive, there were significant limitations and obvious side effects.
An ordinary person could only sustain peak sprinting and full-force attacks for about fifteen seconds at most. After that time, their strength and speed would decline to some extent, requiring a recovery period before they could unleash another burst of power.
Yang Xiaoyou also realized that in order to awaken that aspect of his personality, he needed to remain in this state of full exertion. This was unrelated to his physical condition; it was merely a requirement of resonance in terms of intent.
Although his body was unique, even surpassing the limits of humanity, he remained in a peak state. However, the dual pressure from this and his body's Limit Release placed an unspoken burden on him. Over time, this had led to tremors during battle, just as he had experienced moments ago.
In a life-and-death struggle, this would be fatal. If it weren't for the opponent's fear of his strength and their own significant injuries, the ceasefire might not have come so easily. In that case, with only one arm to fight with, even with the personality techniques from his memories, he might not be able to resolve the situation quickly. The longer it dragged on, who knew what other problems might arise?
The most critical issue was the memory of himself—his completely shattered and lifeless spirit. The continuous deaths of his parents, Meng Lu, and Chen Hao were overwhelming; just picturing it was almost unbearable. The version of himself that faced all this in his memories had already been broken deep inside due to this series of stimuli, as if he had lost all human emotions. To him, it felt so foreign.
If he continued in this state for too long, it could have unpredictable effects on his character and psyche.
Just as Yang Xiaoyou was feeling heavy-hearted, a voice interrupted his thoughts.
"I—I want to start by expressing my sincerest gratitude and apologies to everyone here. Heh, I’m afraid I won’t survive this. George, I leave it to you all." The Black Captain, who had initially looked down on everyone, now appeared weak and drenched in cold sweat. Yet his tone was sincere, tinged with a hint of pleading.
He had acted decisively; judging by the bright red color of his wound, it hadn’t been infected. However, with the femoral artery severed, no matter how tightly he bandaged it, he couldn't completely stop the blood loss. Blood had dripped everywhere along the way.
"The wound isn’t infected. If you can hold on and avoid losing consciousness, there’s still a chance," Yang Xiaoyou said hoarsely after glancing at the injury. Although he didn’t particularly like this fellow, he couldn’t deny the man’s professional integrity.
In truth, compared to his injuries, Yang Xiaoyou wasn’t in much better shape; it was just that his unique constitution made him relatively better off.
"Heh, you’re right. The gunshots will definitely attract those disgusting things. Plus with my blood here… Just give me a handgun and let me go; I’ll help draw some attention away for you all. I’ll leave one bullet for myself," said the African American man with a weak smile.
His suggestion posed a significant problem. If they were all in normal condition, it wouldn’t be an issue; however, looking at their current state—old and weak—it would be tough to deal with even ordinary corpses. Only two of the bodyguards were still somewhat capable fighters. Liu Lianyue's three subordinates could barely handle one corpse between two of them while also needing to look after their captain and contend with the smell of blood; their situation was indeed perilous.
With that thought in mind, Yang Xiaoyou fell silent once more.
Liu Lianyue, with a slight fracture in her ribs and a dislocated arm, leaned against her two younger brothers, preparing to speak. "You—"
"Enough."
"Stop it."
Yang Xiaoyou and George Osborne interrupted Liu Lianyue simultaneously. After exchanging a glance with Yang Xiaoyou, George sighed. "Vincent has been responsible for my safety for four years. I have deeper feelings for him than you do. This is his choice, and it's his duty. You might look down on me for saying this, but I still need to—"
"George is right; let him go." Yang Xiaoyou's voice was somewhat hoarse.
She then turned to the man named Vincent, the Black Captain, and said, "To be honest, I started to dislike you, but I have to admit you are a competent warrior."
"Is that so? Thank you for the compliment. Compared to you, my previously proud abilities seem a bit laughable now," Vincent replied with a hint of self-deprecation. He felt quite embarrassed for having looked down on her; even the delicate beauty beside him was not inferior in pure combat skills.
He realized he had been too narrow-minded before. Unfortunately, after witnessing such extraordinary skills just moments ago, he had no opportunity to ask her for guidance.
"I am not a qualified warrior. When it comes to missions, I prioritize my life. It’s precisely because I can’t do what you do that I acknowledge you. Safe travels," Yang Xiaoyou said as she handed him a gun she had picked up from one of his fallen comrades before turning to walk away.
After George and Yang Xiaoyou spoke, the others fell silent. Vincent's two teammates found a clean spot on the other side of the intersection to lay him down, holding back their tears as they gave their captain one last salute.
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