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Under the scorching sun, a warehouse that appeared to be storing crops was surrounded by farmers wielding various farming tools and makeshift weapons.
From their movements, it was clear that they were agitated and furious, all trying to storm in through the main entrance and a crack in the wall beside the warehouse.
However, every angry farmer attempting to enter was forcefully pushed back by an unseen power from within, some even being thrown out entirely.
From the outside, it was a shocking sight. Yet, despite this seemingly insurmountable barrier, the farmers—eyes bloodshot, mouths cursing and roaring—did not cease their efforts. It was as if there was a treasure inside the warehouse that they desperately needed.
Most of the farmers focused their attention on the two entrances of the warehouse, failing to notice several figures darting toward it from a nearby two-story farmhouse. Given the distance and the slanted angle of the warehouse roof, it was difficult for an average adult male to leap across and maintain balance. However, these individuals managed to do so flawlessly, except for one female figure who was briefly pulled back at the last moment.
Inside the transformed warehouse, two figures were engaged in a rapid exchange. One was a slender figure clad in black combat gear and wearing a mask, currently pinning down a competent Interpol agent with great force.
At this close range, only those skilled in close-quarters combat could engage effectively; both were relying on knives and melee techniques that were more lethal than firearms, making it impossible for any allies outside to provide covering fire.
As more figures leaped down from above, it became evident that the four Lickers stationed outside to block the farmers were becoming restless, seemingly ready to abandon their posts at any moment.
Seeing a familiar figure associated with Burj Dubai, Yang Xiaoyou felt a strong urge to suppress her killing intent while constantly scanning her surroundings, wary of the half-finished Tyrant that might appear.
Although she had not sensed anything yet, her experience with Burj Dubai's similar shielding made her cautious. Her eyes flickered as she analyzed the movements of the two combatants engaged in battle. If her opponent revealed any significant openings, she would strike with all her might.
Her current lack of outward aggression served as excellent camouflage. Should an opportunity arise for a sudden outburst of power, even if a Tyrant were nearby, she felt confident she could eliminate it beforehand. With one death under her control, those killing machines might turn on each other.
Similarly, due to the pressure from the four Lickers surrounding them, neither Shadow of Death nor Lucas nor Mossad dared to act recklessly. While they might succeed in taking down those four Lickers, at least two of them would likely become infected in the process. Moreover, if they lost their blockade and those troublesome townsfolk entered, it would become even more perilous.
In this situation where help was temporarily unavailable, Hakim—a skilled Interpol agent—unleashed power rivaling Lucas's but still found himself suppressed by that mysterious figure, facing dire circumstances.
The aura emanating from the Mysterious Figure was filled with strangeness and unpredictability; he moved like a dream and bore some resemblance to Yang Xiaoyou's own essence, making it difficult to grasp or predict his attack rhythm.
"How strange that I have no recollection of this person at all. Was he hidden away during previous pursuits or newly introduced due to changes?" The bizarre aura made it challenging for Yang Xiaoyou to find any openings despite her analytical skills.
Though she occasionally caught glimpses of gaps in his defense, they were far from optimal opportunities!
Until Hakim was struck on the shoulder by a powerful blow, sending him flying, Yang Xiaoyou's eyes narrowed, and his energy surged to its peak. The ground beneath him twisted as if it were stirring up the surrounding dust.
Just as he seized this rare opportunity and prepared to unleash a decisive strike, the mysterious figure extended a finger. A jade ring resembling a trigger suddenly shattered with a sharp crack.
With the shattering of the jade, Yang Xiaoyou felt an inexplicable sense of crisis wash over him. In his mind's eye, the figure's finger resembled a whirlpool in a raging sea.
As the ring shattered, a wave of ominous energy surged forth, transforming what was once a gentle force into something chaotic and violently intense.
Guided by the figure's own power, it coalesced into a concentrated blade, twisting and shooting toward them with deadly precision.
Yang Xiaoyou had only witnessed such a phenomenon before when Dream Butterfly had transformed her energy into a direct attack.
"Damn! Freeloader, how can it still be like this?" Stepping forward to stand directly in front of Lucas, Yang Xiaoyou raised his hand, channeling his own energy to intercept the incoming blade.
The invisible blade instantly redirected itself toward the ground. What should have been an ethereal attack, entirely separate from the physical realm, struck the ground with such force that it kicked up a cloud of dust, as if a strong wind had swept through.
Although the impact was akin to that of a balloon bursting, it demonstrated that an intangible force could achieve tangible effects! This proved just how powerful this attack was.
Yang Xiaoyou's hand bore a faint trace of blood from the clash of energies.
If that attack had pierced through directly, even with their mastery of energy, Lucas and the others would have suffered severe injuries or even fallen into deep unconsciousness due to cerebral hemorrhage, facing the risk of having their realms diminished upon waking.
Seeing the dust rise and witnessing the Mysterious Figure provocatively spread their arms to display rings on their fingers and bracelets on their wrists, Yang Xiaoyou's expression darkened considerably.
When he had faced Luo Guohui head-on and unleashed his inner persona's energy to counterbalance Luo Guohui's force, it had similarly projected its influence onto the real world.
In sheer quantity alone, that ring—similar to the jade pendant at his chest—contained far less energy than what he had experienced during his confrontation with Luo Guohui.
Yet somehow, the opponent had employed a strange technique to disrupt the balance of that ring, causing its long-standing calm energy to become chaotic and violent. After extreme compression, it transformed into this powerful attack.
Although it was just a one-time attack, the cost was significant, yet it proved to be quite effective at critical moments, especially when the opponent possessed that many treasures. One couldn't help but wonder if this fellow had swept through the Palace Museum.
Just as the momentum of a martial artist is more refined than that of a noble, the strike that was unleashed had already produced a strange compression, achieving a level where a point could break through a surface.
Setting aside the hostile situation, this method of attack opened Yang Xiaoyou's eyes. Although he had reached the pinnacle of what humanity could achieve, there were indeed some techniques in which he still fell short.
This discovery, combined with his previous observation of Dream Butterfly's attack, led Yang Xiaoyou to a certain realization. Dream Butterfly's freakishness lay in her ability to attack purely based on her crushing-level Spirit Realm without relying on any tools. However, that approach had its obvious drawbacks: it often harmed herself before injuring the enemy, making the burden and consumption far too great to be worthwhile.
In contrast, the current method of attack had low consumption on its own, but each strike required sacrificing a precious item that was virtually worthless in the market. It wasn't something one could casually afford to consume.
Both methods had their own merits.
Yang Xiaoyou then immersed his thoughts in the jade pendant bestowed upon him by his predecessor Yuan Fangzi. He sensed that if he learned to emulate the other’s technique, he might just manage to produce a similar attack. However, due to his lack of proficiency, even though this jade pendant was of higher quality than the opponent's, its effectiveness might not necessarily surpass theirs.
After all, the inherent momentum contained within such a vessel was not substantial; victory did not come from quantity alone. The attacks needed extreme refinement. While the opponent unleashed strikes like knives, if he rushed into it now, he would likely only be able to produce an attack akin to a pot lid.
Nevertheless, as long as he found the right direction, he would eventually reach that level. Of course, he certainly wouldn't part with this jade pendant that helped suppress his emotions; any experimentation would have to start from other aspects.
Merry Christmas! It seems there’s an annual voting event mentioned in the work’s introduction; I hope the numbers aren’t too dismal.
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