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"How did he end up here? That guy selling medicine really knows him, damn it!" With a forceful twist of his wrist, he redirected his momentum and charged violently toward the building behind him. The abrupt change in direction caused him to collide with great speed and power.
'Bang!'
He slammed heavily against the wall of the building across from him, sending dust scattering everywhere. Using the tension in his hands, Yang Xiaoyou angled his feet and leaped upward at high speed, aiming to reach the rooftop and escape quickly with his tools.
He was self-aware; although he had undergone a strange fusion of personalities due to absorbing Memory Fragments during this time, significantly enhancing his strength, he knew he was still no match for Luo Guohui.
Once a certain level of power was reached, attack strength often far exceeded defensive capabilities. Hitting an opponent was not impossible, even if it meant attacking beyond one's level.
However, against someone like Luo Guohui, with his mastery over rhythm and timing, finding an opening seemed nearly impossible. Even if Yang Xiaoyou unleashed a full-force attack without any defense from Luo Guohui, it could still severely injure or even kill him. Given his current state and physical strength, penetrating Luo Guohui's defenses was utterly impossible.
In such circumstances, retreating was the best option.
Yet, just as Yang Xiaoyou leaped onto the rooftop using the silver thread in his hand, he saw the figure standing in the center of the rooftop, causing his pupils to constrict.
Luo Guohui stood there in a black trench coat, enveloped in a hazy mist that gave him an air of mystery.
Beneath that mysterious aura lay a sense of imminent danger, as if he were the grim reaper lurking in the night!
The fact that Luo Guohui had moved here faster than Yang Xiaoyou was terrifying.
"Tch, I guess these tricks are still learned from him. As a teacher, he must have similar abilities," Yang Xiaoyou thought as he stood at the edge of the rooftop, indifferent to the height behind him, quietly observing the figure before him.
"We meet again." Upon seeing Yang Xiaoyou's attire, Luo Guohui maintained a calm and natural expression. Their previous encounter on the streets of London had left a deep impression on both sides.
"Troublesome fellow, how about we go our separate ways?" After scrutinizing Luo Guohui for a moment, Yang Xiaoyou's voice came out hoarse from beneath his helmet.
Taking advantage of the impression left from their last encounter, it would be best to let things rest here.
"I had no intention of being your enemy, but whether we can go our separate ways depends on your abilities." Luo Guohui stood casually in the middle with an indifferent expression, yet his aura shifted dramatically with those words. The iron-blooded, resolute, and relentless force completely locked onto Yang Xiaoyou.
In contrast, Yang Xiaoyou unleashed the brutality and terror of her inner persona, a force that was chaotic and destructive.
The two forces were evenly matched yet fundamentally different, creating a chilling clash that intertwined violently on the rooftop of the building!
Originally, these forces were merely intangible manifestations of spirit. However, as these two terrifying powers nearly reached their peak and collided, they began to take on a tangible form!
It was as if two currents of air collided, forming a spiraling vortex above the rooftop that enveloped their positions!
This materialized force seemed poised to pierce the heavens; even the stars, previously obscured by the brightness of the night market, flickered into view, merging with the two combatants.
At the same time, behind each of them appeared totems that resembled flames burning brightly!
If a powerful being capable of sensing these forces stood nearby, they would see a blue dragon coiled behind the black-clad Luo Guohui, its scales seemingly made of blue flames. The crimson eyes fixed intently on the other figure alongside Luo Guohui.
Behind Yang Xiaoyou stood another version of herself. Could human strength truly reach such heights? It was astonishing that she could disperse the bustling energy accumulated by the city! How could an individual's power possibly reach this level?
On the top floor of the Pearl of the East, where a crowd had once gathered around him, the White-Browed Elder in his Dao robe suddenly changed expression. He hurried to the railing beside him, gripping it tightly with a look of shock as he stared into empty space.
That area appeared no different except for slightly brighter stars; yet this elder, who once exuded celestial aura, wore an expression of bewilderment.
The higher one ascends in cultivation, the more one realizes that there are no mythical beings in this world. But what was happening before his eyes? What was this almost palpable force that seemed visible even to ordinary people?
"Even if Yuanfang, my friend, were alive and had successfully broken through his previous limits, he likely couldn't reach this level. I once thought that Yuanfang's potential was humanity's limit. Huh? Two individuals... merging together, intertwining and opposing each other—could it be a karmic connection from a past life?" Gripping the railing tightly and finally noticing something extraordinary, the elder sighed in relief before shaking his head in disbelief.
"Si Cheng Daozhang, what is happening?" asked a middle-aged man dressed like a successful businessman, also looking concerned.
"Nothing to worry about. Let's go. I won't kill you, but I will hand you over to the local authorities, Luo Guohui. Please take care of me." After their forces completely intertwined, Luo Guohui also inclined his body slightly.
As soon as the words fell, he lightly tapped his foot, and a visible cloud of dust scattered in all directions. He merged with the totem behind him, charging toward Yang Xiaoyou with terrifying speed, showing no concern that he was approaching the edge of a high drop, as if he had no fear of falling.
The spot where he had just landed began to crack like a spider's web.
Pressure! An invisible pressure! Whether it was the absolute confidence conveyed by the words "I won't kill you," or the reckless speed with which he charged directly at Yang Xiaoyou, it all created a tremendous psychological impact on her!
If it weren't for the brutal force of her inner persona completely restraining his momentum, she might not even need to fight back!
"Cognitive Acceleration!"
With a speed nearly imperceptible to the naked eye, Luo Guohui broke through the air's resistance, creating a howling sound as he rushed toward Yang Xiaoyou. When he was just two meters away from her, his speed suddenly slowed down by several times, and everything around them seemed to decelerate as well!
The explosive airflow and the grotesque sound of air being torn apart due to the slowdown flooded Yang Xiaoyou's mind.
Her heart beat powerfully and rapidly, maintaining its 'normal' rhythm even in this slowed-down time layer!
Nutrients surged through her blood, and with her legs and waist freed from constraints in an instant, Yang Xiaoyou's speed increased dramatically within this slow flow of time.
However, even under these circumstances, compared to Luo Guohui, who had already slowed down, she appeared even more sluggish!
Having seized the optimal attack distance, Luo Guohui unleashed a powerful whip kick. Although it seemed somewhat slow in this decelerated space-time, the condensed force that formed a misty wind accompanied his attack as it rushed toward Yang Xiaoyou!
The azure dragon that merged with him also seemed to swing its massive tail simultaneously, integrating into this whip kick, achieving a terrifying peak in both form and intent.
Although she had fully grasped the trajectory! Although she had executed an extreme Limit Release!
Under the absolute pressure of speed, the only thing Yang Xiaoyou could do was to force her body to lean back, completely disregarding the high ground behind her.
The fierce whip kick grazed past Yang Xiaoyou's chest, tearing her clothing and leaving a trail of shredded fabric in its wake. The scorching heat made her ribcage groan under the unbearable strain.
As the attack passed by, Yang Xiaoyou struggled to maintain her balance. She awkwardly hooked her leg back as she leaned, making contact with her opponent's leg before using that momentum to forcibly twist and shift in the opposite direction.
The point of contact between the two resulted in both of their garments showing signs of tearing apart, while a visible wave of compressed air radiated outward.
Palm braced against the edge, flipping over to create some distance. After landing on the side, she used one hand to touch the ground and slid backward for a short distance.
Raising her head, she looked at the figure before her with an uncertain expression. Her left leg trembled unnaturally from the exertion, and the collision combined with Release's limitations placed an additional burden on her.
Just this first ordinary attack had nearly exhausted all her strength, forcing her into a passive defense with no opportunity for even the slightest counterattack!
This was the true gap between Both Sides! Aside from Feng Lin, it was also the first time she felt utterly powerless against herself.
Although she knew that if she could land a hit on her opponent, it would have a devastating effect, right now she couldn't even find an opportunity to strike, let alone break through her opponent's defenses or evade them!
"Wow? Instantly bursting forth with at least three times the speed from before, and Reaction's sensitivity is even higher. Three times, huh? Then let's keep this rhythm going," Luo Guohui thought as he noted that his first attack had been evaded. His heart felt a fleeting indifference as he realized he had taken too long to adapt. (To be continued)
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