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墨書 Inktalez
Date: October 7th
"It seems you are about to reach this level as well, so you should understand just how vast the gap is between us. Tell me why you have your eyes on me, and I might consider bringing you into the organization." The man in black gazed at Yang Xiaoyou in the distance, his voice calm yet commanding.
From his tone, it seemed as if it was Yang Xiaoyou's right hand that was bound, rather than his own. The dim light flickered, adding an eerie quality to the influence he exuded.
"I did underestimate you a bit; under normal circumstances, I am indeed not your opponent." After making his decision, Yang Xiaoyou took a deep breath.
Although he noticed that Yang Xiaoyou seemed to be softening, the man in black showed no signs of relaxation. His right arm continued to shake as he attempted to free himself from the deadly Silk Thread, ensuring that he did not reveal any weaknesses.
The opponent had launched two surprise attacks in quick succession, and now one of his arms was restrained while another threat lingered in the opponent's hand. Until his arm was freed, he had to remain vigilant.
Power alone was not everything; currently, he faced a significant disadvantage due to the terrain Aspects. He could not afford to become a cautionary tale by making a mistake. Delaying the conversation was entirely in his favor; once his arm was liberated, his own Advantage would be fully realized.
Thus, he had no qualms about engaging in dialogue to buy time.
"Given that, do you agree with my earlier proposal? I must tell you that I won't let this matter rest; even if I have to track you to the ends of the earth, I will bring you out. The organization's plans cannot be disrupted." The man in black's words carried an unmistakable sense of threat.
Whether he truly intended to recruit Yang Xiaoyou into the organization or was merely stalling for time was known only to him.
"This is quite troublesome. I don't want to be bound by anything, and I can't shake the feeling that you're just talking to buy time until you can break free." Yang Xiaoyou rubbed his forehead, wearing a troubled expression.
"By the way, I did have some appreciation for talent at first, but unfortunately, you didn't seize your opportunity."
"Now..."
"It’s already too late."
As soon as the words left his mouth, the man in black made one final effort with his right arm. The Silk Thread, which had already loosened under his strain, immediately unraveled.
In that instant of liberation, the mysterious man in black unleashed all his power. The ground beneath him erupted in a cloud of dust as he surged forward.
The fierce intensity that had dominated the battlefield erupted in an instant, transforming the previously calm atmosphere into chaos.
The dimly lit fire escape suddenly resembled a battlefield strewn with corpses. A wild cat that had been perched on the wall quickly fled, startled by the sudden turmoil.
Amidst this brutal scene, Yang Xiaoyou felt like a solitary boat caught in a storm.
"Die!" A man in black, harnessing the momentum and force of the situation, unleashed a terrifying strike. The air around him crackled with a sharp sound, and the air at the front twisted as his attack locked onto Yang Xiaoyou.
No matter how he tried to evade, the man in black was confident he could control the optimal distance and maximum force of his attack. This was the terrifying amplification of rhythm that momentum provided; even a few centimeters difference in distance for an ordinary boxer could drastically reduce their striking power. Yet, under this momentum's influence, he could ensure maximum lethality. Even if his opponent managed to defend against this blow, it would still force them to take it head-on, leaving them vulnerable to subsequent fatal strikes.
Once the Silk Thread binding his arm was released, the outcome was already sealed!
Although the ambush from his opponent had indeed caused him trouble, failing to seize that moment of restraint rendered it meaningless.
However, just as the man in black had locked onto his target and was about to land what seemed like an inevitable blow, he noticed that the man before him—who appeared momentarily stunned—had lifted his head. His eyes glimmered like dull rubies, lacking focus or brilliance.
Then, astonishingly, the entire figure vanished from the man's sight as if he had become completely empty space. Not only did he lose track of him, but it also seemed as though he was gradually fading from view in a bizarre manner, like mist dispersing into thin air.
Suddenly—
The man in black felt a sharp pain in his side as a long gash opened up on his body, warm blood gushing forth.
Blood floated through the air as disbelief filled his eyes. At that moment, his aimless attack crashed violently against the wall behind him.
With a resounding crash, a massive dent formed in the concrete wall.
"Cough! How is this possible? I had him locked down with my momentum; why did this happen?" Leaning against the wall with his left hand pressed against his side where blood stained his clothing, shock filled the man's eyes. It was only now that he realized that strange fellow had remained exactly where he started without moving an inch.
The blade pressed against his palm was now dripping with his own blood, and he remained facing away, not even turning his head.
At that moment, the man in black dared not make a move. The recent turn of events had been too bizarre, completely beyond his understanding. That last strike not only sliced open his side but also injured his lung. If he faced oxygen deprivation, the power he could unleash would be significantly diminished.
Since taking this step, the only pressure he felt in close combat came from those stronger peers within the organization, aside from the monsters produced in the laboratory.
But now...
"Momentum isn't everything; sometimes it can become your greatest flaw. Once someone tears through your momentum with overwhelming force, they can kill you in the simplest way possible, just like this."
Recalling how he had just grasped the concept of momentum during a demonstration by his senior, a sense of horror flickered in the eyes of the man in black. Could it be...?
As the mysterious figure hesitated, overwhelmed by shock, Yang Xiaoyou was also caught in a whirlwind of conflict.
"Survive!"
"Kill!"
"Survive."
"Kill!"
"Survive."
"Kill!"
"Then go ahead and kill; do as you wish."
"Survive!"
"Damn it!"
"Zhou Xiong, your aging mother is still living in some village in the northwest, isn't she?" Just as Zhou Xiong covered his wound and prepared for a final desperate struggle, the voice of his opponent shattered all his thoughts of resistance like a devil's whisper. How could this mysterious fellow know a secret that even the organization was unaware of? Could he be one of the members from that incident?
"Who are you?" After gritting his teeth to utter those words, Zhou Xiong's breath weakened significantly. The blow had even caused him to lose the strength to maintain his stance.
"It seems your wife and daughter are doing quite well, aren't they? Such lovely girls," Yang Xiaoyou continued calmly, ignoring Zhou Xiong's question.
Seizing the moment while the fellow hesitated, Zhou Xiong expended considerable effort to reach a consensus with his memory persona, allowing his true self to emerge for questioning.
From their earlier confrontation, Yang Xiaoyou had identified Zhou Xiong as an elite fighter within the organization. He was a former second lieutenant in the reconnaissance company of the Southwest Military District of the Chinese Empire, who had been wanted for drug trafficking and had escaped to join the organization.
In his memories, before he had fully matured, Zhou Xiong had repeatedly led teams to capture him, ultimately dying at Yang Xiaoyou's hands. Before his death, he had pleaded for Yang Xiaoyou to ensure that his savings were sent to his elderly mother and wife and daughter in exchange for some information about the organization.
It made sense; he was capable and had been a soldier of the Chinese Empire. It was only natural for him to be assigned here for a mission.
However, it was somewhat unfortunate that he was a latecomer to the organization. His role was primarily that of a front-line enforcer; although he possessed considerable skills, he had little access to the inner workings of the organization. Most of what he knew had already been obtained from memory.
Now, under interrogation, he could only provide limited information regarding the Yongxing Society and the Common Unity Party. Thus, Yang Xiaoyou began to formulate a new plan.
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