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"That's why it's said that inflicting a thousand points of damage to the enemy also harms oneself by two thousand. If it weren't for her extraordinary mental resilience, that blow would have likely caused an ordinary person to suffer a backlash," Yang Xiaoyou reflected, feeling a mix of admiration and concern.
He reached out to support the soft body that seemed on the verge of collapsing.
Just as he steadied her, someone tapped him on the back of the head.
"Get your hands off her," Chen Wuyou's voice came from behind, making Yang Xiaoyou feel a bit helpless. He then handed over Dream Butterfly, who appeared to be in a state of shock, to Chen Wuyou.
After all, Dream Butterfly had originally been positioned behind Yang Xiaoyou, directly in the line of impact. Her pale face clearly indicated she had been overly frightened.
Even if it were another girl, those few Gunmen around Shinoda Kenichi would likely display similar expressions of fear in such a situation.
However, Yang Xiaoyou understood that this fellow was entirely affected by that overwhelming and peculiar attack that had left him feeling somewhat numb.
The most prominent aspect of transitioning from the phase of aura to the phase of solidification was that the originally dispersed state became concentrated. Yet, no matter how solidified it became, those top-tier experts who mastered their aura merely used it as a rhythm aid and a means of psychological pressure against their opponents.
Combined with their already formidable strength, they indeed possessed strong suppressive capabilities against those who had yet to master their aura.
But that last strike had completely coalesced into a line; even under tenfold Cognitive Acceleration, it felt like a fleeting moment. It pierced through the opponent's head with such force that it left Yang Xiaoyou both astonished and incredulous.
He could ascertain that even the enhanced nerves had been severely damaged. If an ordinary person had taken that hit, they would likely have their central nervous system crushed and could even die instantly.
"Glad you're okay. Xiao You, where did you get your gun?" Zhu Qibiao approached to comfort Yang Xiaoyou, his curiosity piqued.
After all, Yang Xiaoyou hadn't showcased anything in front of the students and teachers; Fia and her friends didn't have a habit of gossiping either.
"I found it on the way. It was really dangerous just now; I don't know why it suddenly malfunctioned," Yang Xiaoyou replied, not wanting to leave any unusual impressions among the students and teachers.
His explanation aligned perfectly with everyone else's understanding of the sudden malfunction.
"Dead? Hahaha! Really dead?! Hahaha!" Shinoda Kenichi finally reacted after being under Takahashi Kiyoshi's pressure for so long.
He couldn't believe that something so difficult to deal with—something that had pushed him to the brink of life and death—was actually gone. He felt slightly neurotic as he kept repeating himself.
"Team Leader, it's dead!" A bolder Gunman approached the body and kicked it twice, confirming its death as he saw the red and white brain matter splattered on the ground.
After receiving this confirmation, Shinoda Kenichi hurried over to check for himself. His face lit up with joy as he grabbed Yang Xiaoyou's hand, shaking it vigorously.
"Thank you, thank you! I am so grateful that you have removed this great worry from my heart. May I ask your name?"
As his hand was shaken up and down, Yang Xiaoyou wore a deadpan expression. After all, he was the head of Organized Crime, yet he seemed so afraid of death. He had no desire to be associated with this fellow in front of his classmates and teachers.
"I will repay you well—one hundred thousand, no, two hundred thousand, One Million Dollars." Shinoda Kenichi continued to speak as if to himself, ignoring Yang Xiaoyou's expression.
Yang Xiaoyou's previously lifeless gaze shifted when he heard "two hundred thousand One Million Dollars." His face quickly transformed into a bright smile. "Yang Xiaoyou, nice to meet you."
He then actively shook Shinoda Kenichi's hand in return.
Well, the money from Hive Security Company was indeed increasing, but his regular expenses were making it harder to obtain funds through legitimate means. If this continued, he wouldn't even have enough for baby formula. Having two hundred thousand One Million Dollars would certainly ease his increasingly strained daily life.
Although due to his unique constitution, Yang Xiaoyou's training expenses were significantly lower than those of true Martial Arts masters who dedicated themselves to their craft. He relied on his strong digestive abilities to substitute quantity for quality in food and used his extraordinary recovery capabilities instead of medicinal meals and potions.
However, as his strength grew, improving his diet and increasing the use of supplements had become a priority. The saying "poor in culture but rich in martial arts" wasn't without reason.
Initially, Yang Xiaoyou planned to expose his identity slightly during this encounter so that Nobunaga Hideyoshi could find an excuse to transfer some funds. However, if he could secure this two hundred thousand as clear income, it would save him that trouble.
So now, facing the Sponsor before him, Yang Xiaoyou wore a radiant smile.
It was uncertain how Shinoda Kenichi would react if he knew that this fellow before him was the same one who had once negotiated with him while wearing a helmet, exerting such pressure that he could hardly breathe.
With the threat resolved, the tension eased. The horrific and bloody corpse on the ground, along with its strong stench, caused several students to start vomiting.
They had seen their fair share of dead bodies along the way, but witnessing a corpse with its chest cavity hollowed out and intestines strewn about was an overwhelming shock. The sight of a head with its brain matter splattered was too much for many.
At the same time, several students who had been accidentally shot began to wail in pain. Nobunaga Hideyoshi and a few others quickly performed emergency first aid on-site.
Fortunately, most of the stray bullets only caused abrasions; only two students were seriously injured but not fatally wounded. However, whether they could hold on until help arrived remained uncertain. Although they had gathered some emergency supplies, the environment was quite dire.
After the tension of the attack eased, everyone present suddenly felt an unusual fatigue. Aside from a few braver individuals who recognized Yang Xiaoyou and approached to take a look at his gun and chat with the fellow who had taken advantage of the situation, most of the other students obediently found clean spots to rest.
The chosen locations were all instinctively far from the terrifying corpse.
In the eyes of most, Yang Xiaoyou was simply lucky, having encountered a monster whose injuries had delayed their onset. Anyone standing in that position with a gun could have achieved the same result.
Only Yang Xiaoyou understood that although he had been disoriented and unable to tell east from west, that instinctive head movement and rolling on the ground were not something an ordinary person could manage to hit accurately. If someone else had been there and failed to take it down when they had the chance, who knew when it might recover?
At that point, Dream Butterfly might not have been able to launch another attack.
Glancing at the greatest contributor, who was asleep leaning against Chen Wuyou, Yang Xiaoyou smiled and casually found a corner to lean against the wall and doze off.
Now that most people were physically and mentally exhausted, they couldn't deal with the corpses blocking the exit caused by the overturned vehicle outside. It was best to rest well and regain their strength first.
With the noise dissipated and after freezing all night, facing those corpses blocking the door would be quite challenging. Although it was very cold, most people had enough clothing, making it feel warm to huddle together for rest.
"It's too concentrated. Sigh, it seems we must resort to firearms. However, with the remaining bullets, I fear we won't make it through here," Nobunaga Hideyoshi sighed after Fein brought news about the horde at the entrance.
If the corpses were too densely packed, relying solely on close combat and traps would be too risky; they needed to use firearms to clear out a batch first.
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