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Date: October 7th
Behind Yongxing Entertainment City, located on Pedestrian Street, there was a narrow fire escape. If a fire inspection were to take place, this area would undoubtedly be deemed unqualified. However, due to the presence of Yongxing Entertainment City, it had never been inspected.
In stark contrast to the bustling and vibrant Pedestrian Street just a street away, this somewhat secluded fire escape was unexpectedly quiet.
The dim lighting, occasionally flickering, added an eerie atmosphere to the place. A few moths gathered under the flickering streetlight, creating an unsettling feeling.
A pungent smell of urine wafted near the streetlight and utility pole, making it nauseating.
Amidst this fire escape, a mysterious man dressed in black, wearing sunglasses and a mask, moved swiftly along the passageway.
"Hmm? Hmph!" The man in black, who had been moving quickly in the shadows, suddenly paused as he turned a corner. His expression shifted slightly before he let out a cold snort and jumped abruptly, instantly shifting several meters to the side.
In the air where he had just stood, strands of Strangulation appeared under the light, occasionally glinting with silver. The violent force of the Strangulation twisted the air with a howling sound.
As the man in black left his original position and drew his gun, another Silk Thread took advantage of his unguarded movement and wrapped around his gun-holding right hand.
Sensing the change and entanglement of the Silk Thread, a glint flashed in the man's eyes. He reacted by shaking his arm to free himself. Although his sleeve was shredded and numerous cuts appeared on his arm, they were merely superficial wounds; the injury was not severe.
However, the entangled Silk Thread could not be shaken off; it firmly controlled his gun arm and tightened its grip.
Having lost the initiative, the man in black decisively dropped his gun with his right hand and grabbed hold of the Silk Thread with his gloved palm. He aimed to relieve some pressure on his wrist while pulling on it as if trying to draw out the shadow lurking in the darkness.
Initially, the Strangulation's Silk Thread dissipated, but a new Silver Light shot towards him at an exaggerated angle. The flying glimmer seemed entirely controlled by the Silk Thread behind it, showcasing an exceptionally precise technique.
"Tch." With one arm immobilized and another immediate attack coming from that direction, the man in black showed signs of irritation. He drew a Bayonet with his free hand and slashed fiercely at the Silver Light. The sound of 'ding' echoed as he deflected the blade tip completely.
However, although he had deflected the blade tip, his Bayonet became entangled by the Silk Thread from behind. After several attempts to cut through its resilient grip proved futile, he did not hesitate to release the Bayonet.
With one arm ensnared and his remaining weapon taken away, the man in black saw a ghostly figure rushing towards him. It was evident that the other end of the Silk Thread was secured by this opponent, leaving him completely defenseless.
One hand was secured by the Silk Thread, and with the opponent's exceptional skills, the man in black realized that he had lost the initiative. Although that peculiar weapon did not inflict significant harm during the ambush, it greatly diminished his ability to fight back.
Regardless of whether his opponent was using underhanded tactics, the fact that he could sense the attack as it was initiated was enough for him to take seriously.
Even so, he still did not believe that anyone in this city, aside from the legendary swordsmanship master, could pose a threat to him.
He took two steps toward the direction of the Silk Thread, allowing his right arm some room to maneuver. He then assumed a defensive fighting stance while simultaneously using his own strength techniques to try to break free from the entanglement.
Now that the other end of the Silk Thread was no longer in his opponent's hand, the difficulty of escaping had significantly decreased; all he needed now was time.
"Military Combat Techniques?" Yang Xiaoyou remarked with some surprise upon seeing his opponent's stance. It wasn't that he was astonished by the depth of the opponent's combat skills; rather, it was that this technique was a basic fighting skill learned by nearly everyone who had served in the military.
Although this technique was fundamental, its effectiveness had no upper limit when executed by seasoned veterans. The power unleashed by a skilled soldier could be beyond imagination, as ordinary fighting styles often included unnecessary movements meant to gather strength.
However, once one reached a certain level of skill, those movements could be simplified, relying solely on basic techniques to unleash their full power.
From their initial probing exchanges during the ambush, it was clear that his opponent belonged to the latter category!
With a Limit Release, Yang Xiaoyou lunged toward his opponent's left side. The concrete floor cracked under the sudden explosive force, sending chunks of cement flying in all directions.
As Yang Xiaoyou closed in on his opponent, time seemed to slow down around him; he could fully grasp his opponent's movement trajectory.
However,
With a dull thud, Yang Xiaoyou's decisive strike was intercepted by his opponent in a manner that was neither flashy nor graceful—almost clumsy.
The powerful impact tore at their clothing where they clashed, and the gust generated by their encounter blew dust off the ground.
Yang Xiaoyou had anticipated his opponent's movements perfectly, yet despite this, his attack was successfully blocked. This left him startled; if he hadn't previously secured his opponent's right arm with the Silk Thread, it seemed that the man in black might have surpassed him in true combat ability.
Could he be another Suppressor? But upon seeing the bloodied and mangled state of his opponent's right arm, he quickly dismissed that thought. This was indeed a reflection of his opponent's true strength.
Just as this thought flashed through his mind, a fierce aura erupted from the opponent. Although it was far from comparable to Luo Guohui, it was indeed a display of momentum! Moreover, it was a manifestation of strength demonstrated through combat prowess.
In an instant, their fight transformed into a clash between two armies, pulling them into a battlefield strewn with corpses. The opponent was truly a strong warrior who had experienced the trials of blood and fire on the battlefield!
“Tch, what a troublesome fellow.” After being struck by the sudden surge of momentum, Yang Xiaoyou felt his own rhythm become somewhat disordered, as if the pace of their duel was slowly being controlled by the other party.
Momentum itself has almost no offensive power or lethality, but it can assist a strong fighter in maintaining the rhythm that best suits them while influencing their opponent to fall into their own tempo. If this occurs between two individuals of similar strength, the resulting effect could be decisive and deadly.
Understanding this factor well, Yang Xiaoyou forcibly broke through the opponent's rhythm with a powerful punch. Relying on the limited power of Release, he engaged in a hard-hitting exchange with the opponent. Using the force from this encounter, he quickly maneuvered backward, increasing the distance between both sides.
“It seems the organization really values the Chinese Empire; I didn't expect them to send such a high-level expert.” After sliding across the ground and leaving behind a black mark, Yang Xiaoyou noticed a flicker in the opponent's eyes.
Possessing their own momentum, they were definitely not nameless individuals. Although their combat power might average out to be less than that of a fully unleashed Suppressor, they were even rarer in number. Moreover, due to their inherent intelligence, they were even more difficult to deal with.
Perhaps due to the modern societal environment, these strong individuals did not hold as high a status as those super experts in finance and management. Their position within the organization might not be particularly elevated, but as absolute forces, their power could not be ignored.
It seemed that capturing this opponent alive was nearly impossible. With this thought in mind, Yang Xiaoyou's objectives began to shift. However, even if he exerted all his strength to kill now, it would likely be very difficult to leave any trace of the opponent behind!
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