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"Is it equivalent to gathering and merging all my strength? Hmm, it seems that consuming that thing wasn't in vain," Yang Xiaoyou casually twirled the half-blade in his hand before throwing it out, striking the forehead of a figure that suddenly emerged from the bushes.
The distance was shattered as if the figure had actively collided with the broken blade. The immense penetrating force sent the body flying, and judging by its attire, it appeared to be one of the pursuers chasing after Fia and her group.
At this moment, Yang Xiaoyou realized just how powerful the fusion of his two forces was; it seemed to exceed his own expectations.
The only flaw lay in the fact that there was still a gap between his own force and that of his inner persona. He could only mobilize a portion of the inner persona's power to merge with his original strength.
In doing so, he not only amplified the ominous and destructive offensive capabilities of his inner persona but also suppressed his opponents with his inherent stealth, creating a certain illusionary effect.
All sensory perceptions of the human body—sight, hearing, taste, smell, touch—ultimately converge in the brain for data processing to produce a reflected image. However, after merging, Yang Xiaoyou found he could influence this feedback before it fully registered.
Moreover, this seamless fusion of two forces did not negatively impact either side like a forced union would; instead, it reached a state of mutual enhancement. His own thoughts combined with Limit Release seemed to push beyond his original limits, granting him a fleeting sense of dominion over everything and an overwhelming control over life itself.
"Interesting," Yang Xiaoyou thought, a wicked smile appearing on his face. Originally, he intended to refrain from killing and anger, but upon discovering this change within himself, he figured it best to find some test subjects. As for any subsequent impacts on his own realm, he would have to rely on daily life to compensate.
"Second team has lost contact."
"Requesting support."
"Ah."
"Devil."
""
Listening to the nearly uninterrupted voices coming from the walkie-talkie, Cold Eagle nearly crushed the device in frustration. Mian Bai Wu Xu's handsome face twisted into a grimace.
The specialized team built for special operations had suffered almost catastrophic damage in such a short time.
It was known that after eliminating most of their opponents, their side had only sustained injuries.
This was undoubtedly part of the enemy's cunning scheme.
"Tell that fellow to take action; we agreed to help find people," Cold Eagle gritted his teeth as he switched frequencies and snorted coldly.
Clearly, while his subordinates were no less capable than regular special reconnaissance team members, the gap between them and their opponents was simply too vast. Moreover, the enemy was evidently accustomed to this type of mountainous combat. At this rate, even if they filled in all remaining personnel, it would be futile.
They needed someone who could directly restrain the enemy while others provided support for maximum effect.
Third Brother had already been shot dead; Second Brother was severely injured while fending off that One-Eyed Woman. Relying solely on himself would likely prove overwhelming.
This was the first mission assigned by Master since he had assembled them.
Success was imperative; failure was not an option.
With that thought in mind, he shot toward the last member who had lost contact on the walkie-talkie. In the well-developed thicket, he stirred up quite a commotion.
Two regrouped teams were on high alert, back-to-back and vigilant against potential sudden attacks from all directions.
While encircling that Sniper earlier, these two teams had lost one member due to a breakout but still retained seven men.
Seven fully armed Special Forces Personnel united in combat were far more than just a simple sum of their parts. Even if their individual strengths were inferior compared to those who understood force, after desperately taking down two or three enemies, they could easily be overwhelmed by remaining foes due to their heightened focus on defense.
Just as they stood vigilant and assumed optimal defensive formations, an ominous and brutal force filled with slaughter descended upon them like an avalanche of destruction.
The surrounding vegetation moved without wind as if bowing down before a king.
At the center of this pressure stood those seven men who felt as though space around them had twisted and tilted unnaturally; even their weapons trembled slightly in their hands.
In that moment of distraction, several ethereal figures resembling flames flickered through the air before settling at the center of these seven men.
Bathed in sunlight filtering through leaves, strands of silver illuminated those figures. Meanwhile, torrents of Blood Mist erupted from each member standing guard as they began disintegrating like blocks falling apart while still maintaining their stance on shaky legs.
The nearby thicket turned crimson with blood; those bloodied bushes exuded an eerie presence.
"The troublesome fellows have finally been dealt with. Hmm, at this level of strength, consumption is clearly much lower. If all I face are these kinds of opponents, I can maximize my fusion time," Yang Xiaoyou mused casually while observing the scattered corpses. A hint of coldness flashed through his heart.
Before any reaction could occur from the main course ahead, all these troublesome fellows needed to be eliminated. Otherwise, what initially posed little threat could exponentially increase if someone managed to restrain him. In such circumstances, it was essential to prioritize targets that were easy pickings as appetizers.
"Oh? They’ve arrived already; not too slow," Yang Xiaoyou remarked as he noticed something approaching. His figure had begun to fade away but suddenly solidified again as he turned indifferently toward one direction.
‘Ziziz’
A rustling sound emerged from the bushes.
However, Yang Xiaoyou did not look at the source of the disturbance; instead, she raised her head to see the treetops above. A tall African American man was already standing there.
Upon seeing this figure, a strange feeling washed over Yang Xiaoyou's heart.
Duh gazed at the frail silhouette standing amidst the bloody bushes, a flicker of shock crossing his eyes. The delicate features and slender frame made him appear strikingly out of place in such a gruesome scene.
The surroundings were drenched in blood and chunks of flesh, yet this man stood there without a single stain on his clothes.
Merely standing there, he exerted immense pressure on Duh. Having received news that a group of fellows was willing to help, he knew the task ahead would be formidable.
But in order to persuade these local power players in the Chinese Empire to assist in finding the kidnapped Revy, he had no choice but to compromise.
He just hadn't anticipated that the difficulty of this mission would exceed his expectations.
Fortunately, he had rushed back from the countryside in time. Exhausted, he realized how adorable weekends could be, wiping away tears as he thought about what lay ahead.
The Only Evolver, Chapter 386: Reunion.
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