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The buzzing sound of electricity emanated from the button, and when no other noises followed, Ron's previously calm demeanor was finally shattered.
The reason he could maintain his emotional composure after Zhao Gui's death was that he still had this last resort to secure his position.
However, the buzzing button now indicated that this final lifeline had encountered an error!
"You truly surprise me. Even my personal anti-jamming device has lost its effectiveness. I shouldn't have trusted those Frenchmen's boasts," Ron said, his finger stiffly hovering over the button. He did not display any signs of panic.
Losing one's cool in anger would only hasten death; it wouldn't solve any problems!
"However, your recent actions won't count. Even if you have the ability to breach this bulletproof wall, the noise you create will inevitably attract the guards. Can your injuries ensure your safe escape by then?" Ron looked at Yang Xiaoyou with a rational gaze, cutting straight to the heart of the matter.
On the other side, Yang Xiaoyou ignored him completely, seemingly unconcerned as she cleaned up the battlefield.
Using her physical techniques, she realigned two broken ribs and sighed as she pulled out the cracked jade pendant borrowed from Huang Yue. Yuan Fangzi's pendant had also dimmed significantly.
This calming 'artifact' was not suitable for direct use in combat, even when using two simultaneously to share the burden. Although it hadn't been long since their use, it had already caused significant depletion.
This was still due to Yuan Fangzi's artifact, which was astonishing in both quality and capacity.
She then glanced up at the Second Prince, who was just beyond the thick bulletproof wall.
"Actually, my initial plan was merely to threaten you. To be honest, your family is like a porcupine; anyone who touches it is bound to get hurt. It's like a pile of dung—disgusting and soft—but no one wants to step on it." As she casually removed her helmet, revealing her true appearance, Yang Xiaoyou tossed her hair back and let out a deep breath.
At that moment, the hidden face of her opponent confirmed her suspicions. Although his words seemed calm and lacked any direct threat towards her, Ron's expression darkened slightly as he coldly regarded Yang Xiaoyou, pondering what she might be thinking.
In his Underworld City, he certainly wouldn't care about her family's reputation; although it sounded harsh, it was indeed a fact.
However, hearing her casual remarks made Ron realize that she had no intention of letting him off the hook!
Otherwise, she wouldn't have removed her helmet without him pointing anything out!
"Since you initially intended only to threaten me, what are your plans now? I know you don't want me causing trouble because of the Crown Prince of Denmark; I can agree to that directly. If we end things here, I'll simply board my flight and leave. Besides, haven't you noticed that we have many areas where cooperation is possible? A strong alliance would benefit our younger generation!" Although Ron sensed Yang Xiaoyou's intentions, he remained undeterred.
No one would want to place themselves in danger. Even if she breached the bulletproof wall and created a commotion that attracted the Danish Guard's attention, it was likely that this series of passive reactions would lead to disaster by the time the guards arrived—the defenses would already be compromised.
With his feeble strength, facing such a humanoid beast truly felt like a death sentence.
Although he had always looked down on martial arts as a method of killing, he had to admit that when one's martial prowess reached such a level, encountering it in person posed the greatest threat to someone like him, who relied on intellect!
No matter how powerful or talented one might be, once dead, everything is lost!
At this moment, he had made up his mind. If he successfully returned to the country this time, even if it meant dedicating part of his time, he needed to acquire some self-defense skills. In critical moments, one could only rely on oneself!
If he truly possessed a certain level of martial arts skill, relying on his own strength and taking advantage of the opponent's injuries, he might catch a flaw when breaking through the bulletproof wall. However, right now, even if he reached that level and spotted a flaw, he would have no ability to act on it; all he could do was wait for death.
Usually protected by an affiliated clan, he had rarely worried about his safety. Yet the current situation made it clear that aside from his own defenses, there was no protection that could guard him indefinitely.
"Cooperation? Heh. To be honest, I don't really reject win-win cooperation. I've had partnerships that evolved from enemies to friends. However, ever since you targeted Yuying Middle School, our positions have become irreconcilable. With such fundamental contradictions in place and my strategies not matching yours, cooperating would be akin to seeking skin from a tiger." As he paced around the bulletproof wall, Yang Xiaoyou's tone remained equally calm.
Yet his eyes scanned the wall like a scanner, continuously observing the positions of numerous ventilation holes as if trying to find an invisible pattern.
In fact, unless absolutely necessary, Yang Xiaoyou was quite laid-back and generally avoided trouble; he was just a lazy foodie.
Regarding Fia, from their first encounter on the plane when he wanted to eliminate her without anyone noticing to later becoming partners with Hive Security Company; with Liang Wuxuan, from mutual suspicion at first to now sharing intimate moments; and with that Hacker Uncle—despite his intention to kick Hive Security Company aside, Yang Xiaoyou still found ways to mend their relationship and make it stronger.
Between harming others for personal gain and benefiting both parties, he usually chose the latter. Only win-win situations could last; only mutual interests formed the most reliable contracts.
However,
The terrorist attack targeting Yuying Middle School and Royal Academy of Basic Studies had completely involved Girl as well. If it weren't for Ou Chao's protective identity, he wouldn't have known what terrible things might happen before he arrived. This touched upon his absolute bottom line!
When encountering the parade earlier, Yang Xiaoyou maintained a neutral stance regarding political parties. However, ever since that incident occurred, the Tongtang Party Headquarters responsible for this event had been labeled as an adversary—there was absolutely no possibility of reconciliation!
If Liu Lianyue and her faction hadn't actively participated in rescue and defense efforts back then, they probably wouldn't even be friends with Liu Lianyue now.
And the person before him was undoubtedly one of the top decision-makers of the Common Unity Party!
There was no possibility of reconciliation whatsoever!
"Without making any drastic movements or accelerations, it should be manageable." After observing for a few rounds, Yang Xiaoyou closed her eyes and began to regulate her breathing.
At the same time, she tried to keep her injuries in the best possible condition.
Gradually, a stream of formless air began to swirl around Yang Xiaoyou. Although it wasn't violent, its presence in a room devoid of wind was exceptionally bizarre.
In an instant, a will that seemed to dominate all things in the world descended upon the entire room!
Even Ron, who had a considerable level of strength, felt an unusual pressure!
This was a presence far more terrifying than the pressure emitted by Zhao Gui at the beginning.
Controlling everything! Mastering everything! Dominating everything!
Any factor that disrupted harmony had to be eradicated!
Any adversary would surely be met with annihilation!
"Martial arts! How could this possibly be the aura produced by martial arts! Absolutely impossible!" Ron, who had always maintained his composure—even during the most critical moments when he could calmly persuade Yang Xiaoyou—could not help but exclaim in disbelief upon sensing that god-like oppressive force.
He was born into royalty! He instinctively yearned for such dominion, and even his own path had been directed toward this very aspect!
However, he had always believed that only through strategy and manipulation of great forces could one truly reach the highest realm. He never expected that his opponent would achieve such an unimaginable level through martial arts, which he had always looked down upon!
Martial arts could face a hundred enemies! But strategy could confront thousands!
Had his persistence, his understanding, and his efforts all been in vain?
"Haha! Why should a martial artist receive such recognition? No matter how outstanding a martial artist is, facing hundreds or thousands means certain death!" It seemed as if all his efforts had been denied; Ron's expression twisted into something somewhat feral as he lost his composure.
"You will die! You will definitely die! If you attack the bulletproof wall and create a commotion, the guards will surround you and you will be killed! Individual strength is always limited!" It appeared he wanted to prove his chosen path and validate his beliefs. At this moment, Ron spoke with a distorted tone.
His clenched fists dug their nails into his flesh, drawing blood without him even realizing it.
Ding.
However, just as he finished speaking, Yang Xiaoyou's right arm surged with an irresistible force that seemed to reconstruct order, slicing toward the bulletproof glass wall in front of him.
With a light 'crack', a one-hand-width tear appeared at the position of the ventilation slots on the bulletproof glass wall!
It was as if flesh and blood had violently shattered the obstacle before him.
Although the tear was still quite narrow, Yang Xiaoyou inserted his other hand into it and began to exert force, forcibly twisting it open!
His eyes had transformed into a crimson hue, resembling rubies that seemed to radiate light. His hands trembled but remained resolute as he slowly widened the tear, with particles of debris continuously falling to the ground, causing the entire room to tremble.
Ron, standing behind the protective barrier, watched in disbelief as the devilish figure steadily tore through the last line of defense. The nightmarish crimson eyes filled him with an overwhelming sense of incredulity.
He had thought that even if the opponent could break through, this final defense would hold for some time. Yet, he never expected it to be torn apart almost instantaneously.
"Is this the highest realm of martial arts? Is it not? Sad, laughable, lamentable," Ron thought as he felt the figure finally break through the barrier and plunge its hand like a blade into its own chest. The excruciating pain he had never experienced before flashed through his mind as a sigh escaped his lips.
Twenty years of endurance, ultimately leading to nothing.
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