Under One Person, Engage in Black Technology

Chapter 223 Face

The man looked at Jin Yong, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned. The curve was small, but it carried a hint of nonchalant mockery, like the composure of a cat catching a mouse.

"Master Jin Yong is indeed skilled. This Heavenly Gang Qi-powered Void-Splitting Palm is truly worthy of its reputation."

His voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to have a penetrating quality; every word was like sandpaper coated with sugar, rough yet irresistibly drawing the listener in.

Jin Yong felt uncomfortable after hearing this, but he didn't respond. He just clenched his fist even tighter—his knuckles turned white, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged out. His arm even trembled slightly uncontrollably.

The reason he was trembling was simple: the divination method of Tiangang Qi was constantly giving him warnings.

He could clearly feel that the Qi that had been hidden in the other person's body like stagnant water was now slowly awakening and flowing. The Qi was not ostentatious or violent, but it made people feel a little cold.

For a moment, Jin Yong inexplicably felt that even his breathing was somewhat labored. Clearly, the person in front of him was a true master. Although he did not know his methods, the warning from the Heavenly Qi was definitely not wrong.

"Who are you anyway?"

Jin Yong narrowed his eyes, carefully examined the other person again, and then asked.

The 'man' smiled upon hearing this, his laughter soft and gentle, like a spring breeze rippling across a calm lake. It sounded strange, almost like a graceful transvestite.

He didn't answer immediately, but instead took two steps forward slowly—each step made a crisp "crack" sound as the gravel beneath his feet fell.

tread!tread!
Although the sound was ordinary and had no particular significance, it stood out all the more in the otherwise quiet "before the storm".

"Who I am is not important; what is important is that you are very smart. My goal is indeed as you think."

His gaze passed over Jin Yong and landed directly on the village chief's office behind him.

Upon landing there, his gaze changed. It was no longer playful as before, but rather somber, as if he too had something to be unhappy about.

Upon seeing this, Jin Yong felt a chill run down his spine, as if ice water had been poured over his head and down to his feet.

Sure enough, their target was Ma Xianhong.

Then, without further ado—saying another word would be a waste of time—he simply waved his hand sharply at the surrounding "Ru Hua" and said in a voice as deep as a block of iron hitting the ground: "Make your move!"

At his command, forty or fifty "Ru Hua" machines simultaneously turned around, the clattering of their parts echoing loudly, exuding a powerful and intimidating aura.

Swish!Swish!Swish!
They brandished their weapons—longswords flashed with cold light, spears twirled with dazzling patterns, and axes whistled through the air—the flashes of blades and swords instantly intertwined into an impenetrable net of attack, like a giant iron net, rushing towards the man with fierce momentum, as if to tear him to pieces.

The man remained calm and composed. With a slight sway, he seemed like a paper doll fluttering in the wind, effortlessly dodging the first long sword that came slashing down.

He moved swiftly between the "Ru Hua" figures, his movements slow and even leisurely, yet he always managed to evade attacks at the last second—sometimes by a millimeter's margin to dodge a spear thrust, sometimes by stepping over a sweeping axe blade, leaving only an afterimage in place while his true form had already appeared behind another "Ru Hua" figure.

Occasionally, he would raise his hand and wave it, the movement seemingly casual, but his fingertips would precisely land on "Ru Hua's" joints—using a very ordinary Qi-transformed inch force to break it.

With a soft "click," the "Ru Hua" that was hit instantly collapsed to one side, its arm hanging limply, its weapon clattering to the ground, and its body crashing heavily to the ground, its parts scattered all over the place.

As the first "Ru Hua" fell, a series of clanging sounds followed, like a chaotic rain of metal. Forty or fifty "Ru Hua" cars began to collapse one after another, but none of them managed to touch even a corner of the man's clothes.

This brief entanglement successfully trapped him temporarily, revealed some of his methods, and gave Jin Yong a little space to gather intelligence.

Seeing this, Jin Yong thought for a moment and then took a deep breath. His chest began to heave violently, like a bellows being repeatedly pulled, each inhale as if trying to draw all the surrounding air into his lungs.

As the Heavenly Qi within his body was reactivated, the pure Qi no longer flowed smoothly as before, but surged like a rushing river, coursing through his limbs and bones, carrying a scorching temperature that gave his skin a faint, luminous glow.

The ability to create such a spectacle was naturally his trump card, a technique he hadn't even used in his battle with Daoist Wang Ye a few days ago.

The reason he took it out now was because the Heavenly Qi had been sending him an alarm.

call!
With a long exhale, Jin Yong's eyes suddenly narrowed, like a hawk locking onto its prey flying low.

Swish!
Then, he suddenly rushed out, moving so fast that he created a gust of wind—the pebbles on the ground were blown around by the wind.

Immediately afterwards, he slightly bent his arms, and the bright white light in his palms became even more intense, unleashing another Heavenly Gang Splitting Palm!

This time, the palm strike was even stronger than before, and the "sizzling" sound of the air being torn apart was particularly piercing. The palm strike formed a semi-transparent palm beam, aiming straight for the man's vital chest.

Not only that, after striking out with his palm, he felt a lack of awareness and repeatedly deflected his palm, sending the Qi out again.

boom! boom!
As his palm struck, stirring up a cloud of dust, Jin Yong leaped back and observed from a distance.

He didn't rush to finish off the enemy, but chose to observe, and there was a reason for that: his Heavenly Qi recovered quickly, but he still needed to specifically regulate his breathing and step on the Heavenly Qi to recover.

Moreover, smoke and dust can easily obscure vision. If the opponent manages to neutralize such an attack, then rushing forward rashly would put him in danger.

Sure enough, after a short while, when the smoke cleared, the man was still standing in the same spot, but the ground within two or three meters around him was riddled with holes. It was clear that his opponent had used some method to deflect the palm strike. And as the smoke dissipated, the man spoke again: "I already said, why bother?"

Hearing the man's rather 'leisurely' tone, Jin Yong's brows furrowed even more. However, he had already anticipated that with his previous palm strike, he could not easily defeat a 'master,' so he wasn't too surprised, only more vigilant.

Sure enough, after a short while, when a gentle breeze swept across the battlefield, slowly dispersing the dust kicked up by the palm strike, the man reappeared behind the dust.

Surprisingly, he slowly changed his appearance—his ordinary coarse cloth clothes gradually disappeared, revealing a black outfit underneath; the texture of his skin also changed, from a rough earthy yellow to a delicate, cool white.

As for his facial features, they were as if they had been meticulously sculpted, with deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, sharp lips, and a more upright posture. His muscle lines were faintly visible under his tight-fitting clothes, exuding an overly powerful masculine aura, like a character who stepped out of a movie poster.

Jin Yong narrowed his small eyes slightly, his gaze filled with doubt. He quickly recalled the various experts in the world of supernatural beings in his mind—whether it was a Taoist priest from the orthodox Xuanmen sect, a desperate outlaw from Quanxing, or the core combat force of major companies, none of them could match the person in front of him.

But for some reason, the face seemed familiar, like a star he'd seen in a movie. This familiarity puzzled him greatly, and for a moment he forgot to continue his attack.

Perhaps his doubts outweighed his vigilance, and Jin Yong did something rather bizarre—he pulled an old smartphone out of his pocket, the screen of which had a thin crack along its edge.

He pressed the power button, the screen lit up, and then turned on the camera function, pointing the lens at the man opposite him.

The "handsome man" opposite him was clearly not expected to make such a move. His composure faded, replaced by a hint of doubt. He raised an eyebrow, his eyes questioning, but he did not make a move immediately, as if he wanted to see what Jin Yong was going to do.

Within seconds, the photo recognition result popped up on Jin Yong's phone screen. Three words were clearly displayed on the screen, along with a photo of a celebrity.

"Abe Hiroshi..." Jin Yong's eyes twitched uncontrollably a few times when he uttered the name.

He held his phone, repeatedly comparing the photo on the screen with the man in front of him—the same deep-set eyes, the same high nose bridge, even the curve of the corners of their mouths were seven-tenths similar, only the man in front of him had sharper eyes, less of the gentleness of a celebrity, and more of a fierceness.

"It really is... very similar." Jin Yong spat lightly and put the phone back in his pocket—it was the inner pocket of his clothes, which could prevent the phone from falling out during the fight.

Yes, this man's appearance is very similar to that of a certain Japanese male porn star, 'Hiroshi Abe', or even 'Hiroshi Abe' himself, so much so that it seems unreal.

But... after such a nonsensical search, the origin of that inexplicable sense of familiarity was explained.

Although he still had doubts about the other party's identity and suspected that the other party was presenting a 'fake' image, Jin Yong was unwilling to dwell on it any longer.

After all, an enemy is an enemy, no matter what they look like. Instead of getting hung up on their appearance, it's better to ask something meaningful.

Jin Yong straightened up, secretly activated his magic, and then deliberately spoke loudly in a tone of suppressed anger: "What exactly is the purpose of you people? Taking advantage of our predicament, you come here to cause trouble! Do you think you can 'play like a dragon in shallow water' here and no one can stop you?"

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was powerful and resonant, each syllable sounding as if it had struck the ground with a heavy weight.

Upon hearing this, "Abe Hiroshi" on the other side couldn't help but laugh.

The smile held a hint of mockery and disdain: "Didn't I already tell you? Why bother?"

He took a step forward, hands in his pockets, his posture casual as if he were chatting. "What can you gain by digging deeper and asking questions? You haven't been in Biyou Village for very long, have you? Only a year."

He paused, a hint of undisguised curiosity in his eyes: "Knowing that you could have just let me go, why did you have to throw that palm strike and get involved? You can't possibly say that Ma Xianhong has done you some great favor, can you?"

Jin Yong frowned upon hearing this. The other party's speaking style was completely enigmatic, yielding no useful information. However, delaying the inevitable would be a good opportunity for him to accumulate the Heavenly Gang Qi.

So Jin Yong deliberately softened his tone, as if he were seriously considering something: "Gratitude? Indeed, as you said, what gratitude could there be?"

He shrugged, his tone tinged with self-deprecation, “The various organizations of the supernatural are nothing more than channels for mutual support. Whether it’s the orthodox sects or the Quanxing, they are all essentially the same—to survive and to become stronger.”

He paused, his gaze falling on the door of the village chief's office, his eyes softening slightly: "And the reason I like staying here, and why I chose to stand up, is quite simple, it's just that..."

At this point, Jin Yong's body suddenly moved! He "naturally" stepped and turned around, his arm springing out like a spring, the Heavenly Gang Qi in his palm condensing again, and he unleashed another palm strike!

boom!
"The 'bonfire' here is pretty good."

After saying that, Jin Yong looked at the dust and smoke that was once again blasted up by the palm wind a dozen meters away, raised his hand and waved it, releasing more than twenty Ruhua units from the Devouring Pouch he was holding.

As soon as he made his gesture, the new "Ru Hua"s instantly switched to a mode primarily focused on ranged attacks.

Some ejected metal gun barrels from their mouths, firing steel balls with a "rat-a-tat-tat" sound; others fired thumb-sized iron bullets from hidden compartments in their wrists; among them, "Ru Hua," dressed in a maid's outfit, was the most eye-catching—it pulled out a giant crossbow half the height of a person from a hidden pocket under its skirt, the crossbow bolts having specially made alloy arrowheads, whistling through the air, and shot one after another towards the center of the smoke and dust.

Steel balls, iron bullets, and crossbow bolts rained down like a storm, creating a dense "bullet storm" that made the air buzz.

Rumble!
Once the dust and smoke from the splitting palm strike were dispersed by the 'storm,' "Abe Hiroshi" was revealed inside—a bright red silk ribbon appeared in his hand at some point. The ribbon was about half a meter wide and several meters long, soft yet extremely tough, and it spun around in front of him like a living thing.

All the steel balls and iron bullets shot at him were deflected upon contact with the red silk, as if they had hit highly elastic cotton; even the powerful heavy crossbow bolts were entangled in the red silk and pulled off course, embedding themselves with a "thud" into the tree trunk beside him, the fletching still trembling slightly.

As the last steel ball landed, Hiroshi Abe flicked his wrist, and the red silk seemed to come alive as it swung violently, sweeping away all the bullets and crossbow bolts wrapped around it, making a series of crisp "clattering" sounds.

(End of this chapter)