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Date: October 7
The content of this article is Chapter 150 of The Only Evolver. If you enjoy Chapter 150 of The Only Evolver, please bookmark it!
"Seriously, who did I hit last night? Why is it so intense?" As Yang Xiaoyou set off for today's practice at Monsoon Shrine, he jogged while watching police cars whiz by on the street, feeling a bit overwhelmed.
The city had just relaxed from the tension of two school kidnapping cases that had caused quite a stir overnight. Although the news had said nothing about it, the atmosphere was still charged, with temporary checkpoints set up everywhere and police cars racing around like mad.
"Anyway, it's not my headache. Even if the Minister of National Defense and State Affairs came here and got killed, it wouldn't concern me." With a shrug, Yang Xiaoyou continued running toward Monsoon Shrine.
As he moved, his figure began to blur and fade. He executed his ultimate evasion technique just in time to dodge Feng Lin's wooden sword, which sliced through the air with a sharp whoosh. The tip of the sword grazed his clothes, sending a painful breeze across his skin.
However, after missing him, the wooden sword unleashed a chilling aura that seemed capable of freezing the world. It paused for just a moment before locking onto Yang Xiaoyou's position again. With a swift motion, Feng Lin thrust the sword into his chest.
The impact sent Yang Xiaoyou flying through the air.
He soared several meters before crashing to the ground and rolling backward for a while, finally landing on his back.
Fortunately, much of the force was dissipated from being knocked away, and Yang Xiaoyou wasn't seriously injured by what appeared to be a terrifying attack.
Lying on the yellow-brown fallen leaves, a flicker of excitement flashed in Yang Xiaoyou's heart. This was the first time he had successfully evaded one of Feng Lin's active attacks using his own strength. In the past, whenever Feng Lin made a move, he had no chance to counter; but after dodging this attack, he managed to unload some of the force when hit by Feng Lin's second strike.
Although Feng Lin had held back during the second attack, the level of skill displayed was enough to leave Yang Xiaoyou quite satisfied.
At this point, he realized that his own abilities were not far behind Feng Lin's. Even though he was somewhat clumsy without a weapon in hand, he had still managed to achieve this level of effectiveness.
"Impressive! Young man, your progress continues to astonish me every time we meet. Just last time, you were on the verge of entering this realm, and now you can actually start using it."
"Moreover, your aura is quite strange. I've never seen a form of aura like yours before. Generally speaking, an aura serves to assimilate the opponent's rhythm; it exerts outward pressure. Your completely inwardly focused and absorbing aura is truly unique." As Yang Xiaoyou processed the gains and losses from their recent sparring session, Feng Ji emerged from the shrine, clapping his hands in admiration.
It had been less than half a year since they first met, yet the extent of Yang Xiaoyou's growth was indeed beyond Feng Ji's expectations.
"Hehe, thank you for the compliment, old man," Yang Xiaoyou replied with a grin, feeling quite pleased.
"However, it's a bit strange. For some reason, I feel that your aura seems to conceal an alternative extreme intent. Young man, don't let your heart run wild; it's best to remain steadfast in your true self. I've seen people who possess two types of auras, but none have been able to progress far in these aspects. They end up stagnating at the threshold for their entire lives." Noticing Yang Xiaoyou's expression, Feng Ji still felt compelled to issue a warning.
Hearing Feng Ji's words, Yang Xiaoyou couldn't help but sigh inwardly. It was no surprise that this master of swordsmanship had trained Feng Lin; he likely sensed the existence of the aura tied to Yang Xiaoyou's memory persona through his own.
However, Yang Xiaoyou understood that this warning did not apply to him. His current environment and experiences had shaped an aura that deceived others' perceptions, devouring everything and remaining hidden in plain sight. The other extreme feeling was entirely linked to the memories he carried.
At the same time, Yang Xiaoyou had to admit that due to the nature of his aura—one that relied solely on sensation without needing visual confirmation—he needed to be particularly cautious when using it in his current identity to avoid being discovered.
Fortunately, his aura was inherently concealed; unless he directly engaged with someone else, the chances of being sensed were minimal.
Well, except for Feng Ji—he was an exception.
Just then, Qi Menglu's voice echoed from the steps of the shrine. "Feng Lin! Grandpa Ji! I'm coming over!"
Both schools were still on a brief break for adjustments, and it seemed Qi Menglu had taken this opportunity to continue her 'wolf prevention' training here.
"Damn it! Is my luck really this bad?" While munching on a rice ball, Yang Xiaoyou stepped out of Monsoon Shrine. Inside, Qi Menglu had been watching him with a subtly suspicious gaze that made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.
Yang Xiaoyou happened to have other matters to attend to, so he left Monsoon Shrine early.
The chairman of Cheng Yuanyang Shipping Group, Sun Jiahao, finally compromised yesterday. He didn’t even continue to bring up the weapons hidden in their bulk carriers; he simply yielded ahead of time, while other friends were watching.
Today, Nobunaga Hideyoshi would also be flying in from Europe. Yang Xiaoyou planned to meet him directly as an outer member of Hive Security Company. There was no reason for this Housekeeper of Hive Security Company not to recognize him as an 'outer' member.
Winter had already set in J Province, and the temperature had dropped significantly due to several recent cold fronts. The streets, once filled with short skirts and stockings, now saw a noticeable decrease in such attire, though a few fashion-conscious women remained steadfast.
Nobunaga Hideyoshi was flying directly from Europe to the capital, BJ City, and then taking a flight from there to the local airport. Due to the recent incident at Pudong Airport, some flight routes had changed. Given its proximity to S City, this relatively small airport was now operating at full capacity.
After getting out of the taxi, Yang Xiaoyou exhaled a puff of white breath. He hated the cold air; it wasted the nutrients he had worked hard to store for warmth.
Beside him, he had bought a special sign and wrote Nobunaga Hideyoshi's name in English with a marker. He stood at the exit, waiting idly.
At that moment, a voice filled with grievance reached his ears: “I never expected to see you here; what a lingering grudge.”
Turning around, Yang Xiaoyou saw Sun Jun’s face twisted in a constipated expression. He looked noticeably haggard compared to his former self when he had dominated the student council with confidence and power.
Even so, despite his current state, Sun Jun's eyes were filled with bloodshot anger as he looked at Yang Xiaoyou.
Next to him stood several burly men who clearly resembled bodyguards. One of them held a sign that read Hong Kong Bofort Company, seemingly waiting for someone.
“Cut it out; if you want something, it's exactly what I want too. I can't be bothered with you,” Yang Xiaoyou replied dismissively after rolling his eyes. Cockroaches were disgusting creatures that not only made the air unpleasant but also left behind a nasty residue when squashed.
He had thought that with such an imposing presence beside him, Sun Jun would be weak and submissive. However, Yang Xiaoyou's reaction exceeded Sun Jun's expectations.
As for actually making a move? Perhaps there was a possibility in the past, but now, with the company on the verge of being acquired and his father's assets shrinking by over 90%, these bodyguards might not even be willing to back him up. The initial mockery was merely a way to leverage the situation.
However, facing the so-called loser in front of him, Sun Jun felt no pressure at all. Even with a 90% reduction in assets, his accumulated network and the remaining 10% were not something just anyone could provoke.
Glancing at the name on the sign that read Yang Xiaoyou, a faint smile appeared on Sun Jun's lips. He then spoke in a voice that was slightly louder than necessary, "Judging by the name, he should be Japanese, right? A Japanese person using an English name—could it be that he’s some kind of disreputable Japanese right-winger?"
Hearing this sudden remark from Sun Jun, Yang Xiaoyou was momentarily taken aback. He had chosen to write his name in English simply to avoid trouble. Although Nobunaga Hideyoshi was of French-Japanese descent and born in France, his name and appearance were undeniably Japanese.
The ongoing tension between the two countries had fostered a strong sense of animosity among their citizens. This was evident when Yang Xiaoyou had previously avoided disembarking during a layover in Osaka due to the hassle.
Now, being directly confronted by Sun Jun about this matter made Yang Xiaoyou's earlier attempt to avoid trouble seem like a cover for his own unease, causing him to display a deadpan expression.
Among the crowd nearby, some began to whisper and point fingers upon hearing such remarks.
Tragedy: writing about a Minister of National Defense and State Affairs getting blown up, only for that Syrian guy to actually get killed; writing about a protest that turned into a real one; writing about an assassination only for some American in Libya to get assassinated as well. I sincerely have no intention of reflecting reality here. *wipes tears* (To be continued)
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