Under One Person, Engage in Black Technology

Chapter 225 Is it you?

Whether from the angle of the punch or the way the force is exerted, the technique used by that 'Abe Hiroshi' appears to be very crude - his punches are crooked like stubborn rocks, and each swing is stiff and awkward, which is very uncoordinated.

As for his exertion, it was completely haphazard, as if he was just using brute force to push his fist forward, without engaging the core strength of his waist and abdomen or using his legs to push off the ground for support; his strength was completely loose.

If there's anything noteworthy, it's only the slightly eerie blue aura.

Of course, despite this, Jin Yong remained extremely cautious. His splitting palm strikes were smooth and fluid, without the slightest hesitation. The Heavenly Qi contained in his palm was like a bursting flood, with immense impact, forming a stark contrast to Hiroshi Abe's rough fists and feet.

But... the outcome of the battle was unexpected—after taking several blows from Jin Yong, "Abe Hiroshi" was completely unharmed.

His clothes seemed to be completely wrinkle-free, and his exposed skin showed no red marks or bruises. He didn't even sway in the slightest, as if he were rooted to the spot.

His smile grew increasingly eerie and mocking, as if Jin Yong's attack, which contained powerful celestial energy, was something that didn't need to be carefully considered.

Upon seeing the result of this round, Jin Yong couldn't help but frown.

He had been in the world of supernatural beings for many years. Although he was introverted and disliked fighting, he usually chose to keep a low profile and had not fought many people.

However, his combat skills were deeply refined during his training with his master, and his control over power reached a level of consummate skill.

At least for the Splitting Palm technique, he could precisely control the force and angle of each strike, and even the trajectory of the Heavenly Qi within the palm wind.

Therefore, he would never do something as absurd as missing a shot at such close range as just now.

To put it bluntly, he could clearly feel that the palm strike he had just delivered had definitely hit the body of the person opposite him, "Abe Hiroshi".

If such an attack were to fall on an ordinary superhuman, it would at least break bones and tendons, and at worst damage internal organs, causing serious injury.

But the "Abe Hiroshi" in front of us seemed to be completely 'immune' to this power, and was not affected in the slightest.

Even if he is a master, he's way too skilled, unless...

"What are you thinking? You did hit me just now..."

Just as Jin Yong was pondering, 'Abe Hiroshi' across from him seemed to have foreseen the future and answered the question in his mind.

Then, the 'handsome guy' opposite him unabashedly reached into his collar, took out a round bead, and said, "It's just a protective magic item, nothing special."

Jin Yong immediately understood; it seemed that all the palm strikes he had just delivered had landed on the 'turtle shell'.

As he looked closer, he noticed that the bead his opponent was holding emitted a blue halo, exuding a solid aura, and its surface was covered with faint ripples, like the ripples on a calm lake stirred by the wind, gentle yet resilient.

'A decent protective artifact, at least the kind of one that Village Chief Ma would use for himself.'

Jin Yong narrowed his eyes slightly and stopped worrying about it. His opponent's bead was obviously a 'magic weapon' with extremely strong defensive capabilities, specially designed to resist close-range attacks, and it had an excellent defensive effect against powerful forces like Heavenly Gang Qi.

Just as he was pondering this, the Heavenly Divination Technique within Jin Yong's body suddenly sent him a strong warning, and an exceptionally strong one at that.

The sense of crisis rang wildly in his mind like a piercing alarm bell, so sharp that his temples throbbed and he was extremely uneasy.

The feeling was like being stared at by a venomous snake, making the hairs on his body stand on end. A chilling coldness shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, spreading down his spine, making even his breathing stiff.

Before he could even regain his footing, he saw the "Abe Hiroshi" on the other side walking briskly, already stretching out his palm and grabbing at him.

The opponent's movements were incredibly fast, as if they had anticipated Jin Yong's thoughts. The moment Jin Yong had the idea of ​​retreating, the opponent launched an attack without hesitation.

Because the two had just exchanged blows and were very close to each other, Jin Yong didn't have time to make a complete dodge move.

He could only watch helplessly as the other person's palm approached him. The blue energy on the palm grew increasingly dense, as if it had solidified into a tangible form, exuding an aura that made one feel 'something's wrong' just by looking at it, causing the surrounding air to seem to drop in temperature.

In the critical moment, Jin Yong made a decisive move. This fierce man from Liaodong had an indomitable spirit in his bones, and he would never easily admit defeat, no matter how dangerous the situation.

He quickly lowered his body, then raised his arms, channeling all the remaining Heavenly Qi into his arms.

Swish!
In an instant, the muscles in his arms bulged, the originally symmetrical lines became taut and full of power, and the dark energy was like flowing armor, tightly wrapping his arms and forming an incomparably strong defense.

He planned to use his arm to screen the ball, first neutralizing the opponent's sudden grab, buying himself some breathing time, and at the same time looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

It must be said that Jin Yong's actions were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation. However, what was completely unexpected was that the Qi of "Abe Hiroshi" seemed to have penetrating power the moment it touched his body, completely ignoring the Qi defense on his arm.

Swish!
The blue Qi, like an invisible thread, lightly bypassed the pale golden Qi, and like an all-pervasive stream of water, easily penetrated his protective Qi and wrapped itself around his body.

Swish!
The rush of Qi did not bring Jin Yong the pain he expected. Instead, he first felt a cool sensation, like the cold wind of winter brushing against his skin, seeping into his body through the pores of his skin, spreading rapidly along his meridians, and finally surging towards his head.

But in the very next instant that it reached his mind, Jin Yong's mental world began to churn.

The Upper Dan Realm in his mind, the spiritual space that carried his consciousness and memories, seemed to be attacked by a violent storm. The originally calm spiritual sea was churned with towering waves, and countless chaotic thoughts and images emerged uncontrollably.

There are scenes of him cultivating in Liaodong when he was a child, scenes of him meeting Village Chief Ma for the first time, and scenes of his life as an 'ordinary person'.

These memories surged through his mind like a tidal wave, each scene so vivid it seemed to have happened just yesterday, yet so chaotic he couldn't discern them.

The only consistent thread was a sharp, stabbing pain emanating from the depths of his mind, causing him to experience excruciating headaches from countless periods of his memory, blurring his consciousness, and blurring his vision. The methods employed were blatantly obvious, and Jin Yong felt as if his mental world was being completely wiped clean, with all his memories potentially being altered or erased. This feeling of being out of control filled him with an unprecedented terror.

"what!"

Jin Yong couldn't help but let out a painful roar.

This kind of attack directly targets the mental level, making it more difficult to bear than physical injury—physical pain can be healed by magic or medicine, but mental trauma may leave an indelible mark.

He wanted to resist, to use his mental power to expel the blue energy, but his consciousness seemed to be firmly bound and he couldn't control it at all.

……

Unbeknownst to poor Jin Yong, his opponent was using the most miraculous technique among the Eight Extraordinary Skills—the Dual-Hand Technique.

The effects of this method are extremely terrifying. Whether it is the rumored ability to "bring the dead back to life and restore flesh to bones" or the mental manipulation techniques that can "cultivate" a person's soul and mind, they are all ridiculously powerful.

After all, given enough time, the caster can mass-produce a batch of fearless and absolutely obedient tools, and the number produced is virtually limitless; as long as there are enough "materials," they can be produced continuously.

At this moment, Zheng Shuang, who appeared in the form of "Abe Hiroshi", is the female agent who confronted Jin Yong earlier. She is now a substitute temporarily created by Qu Tong using the "Double-Handed Technique".

Her body had already been modified by Qu Tong's double-handed techniques, and her soul had been implanted with specific instructions, becoming a tool for Qu Tong to extend her own will.

To put it more clearly, Qu Tong imprinted some of her memories and techniques into Zheng Shuang's mind through the special method of the Dual-Hand Technique, just like implanting a 'program' into a computer.

When fighting or carrying out missions, Qu Tong would have the subject actively or passively activate these thought imprints, allowing Zheng Shuang's body to be temporarily controlled by the consciousness of 'Qu Tong' imprinted within her, achieving the effect of a "temporary possession" clone.

Yes, it's entirely fair to say that Qu Tong herself is currently in control of Zheng Shuang's body. She is using Zheng Shuang's eyes to observe the battle and Zheng Shuang's hands to perform magic, subtly transferring her own 'power' to this proxy.

The strange blue energy that the female officer released when she fought Jin Yong was the power of the Dual-Hand Technique.

Qu Tong, with her rich combat experience, naturally did not choose to directly attack Jin Yong's body. Instead, she used the power of her dual-wielding hands on the mental level, taking advantage of the situation to launch a fierce attack on Jin Yong's soul and memories.

This attack method is stealthy and deadly, especially when the opponent is unprepared, making it almost impossible to defend against.

That's why, in just a moment, he brought down this strong man from Liaodong, who had a good physical body and a strong Heavenly Qi.

Until the moment he lost consciousness, Jin Yong was unable to understand what kind of opponent he had encountered.

Then, Qu Tong looked at Jin Yong, who was lying on the ground, and her brows furrowed slightly.

She slowly reached out her hand and casually pushed out a black nail-like object. The nail was completely black, with intricate patterns engraved on its surface, exuding a chilling aura. It was clearly a ruthless magical artifact.

She bent down and aimed the black nail at Jin Yong's throat. With just a slight exertion of her fingertip, the black nail would instantly pierce Jin Yong's throat, killing him instantly.

However, for some reason, just as the black nail was about to be launched, she stopped and a look of hesitation appeared on her face.

Afterward, she stared at Jin Yong's face for a moment, seemingly weighing something, and finally gave up the idea of ​​killing him, putting away the black nail in her hand.

Then, she reached out and placed her hand on Jin Yong's head. Pale blue Qi flowed from her palm and slowly seeped into Jin Yong's mind. Without a doubt, Qu Tong had once again used her Dual-Hand Technique.

This time, however, she did not choose to tamper with Jin Yong's memories, but instead modified and deleted them.

The deletions she made were minor, merely changing the way Jin Yong's opponent "defeated" him from using the special technique of "Dual-Handed Technique" to using more conventional methods—such as a set of exquisite palm techniques or spear techniques.

Of course, the image of 'that person' who defeated Kim Yong was also changed.

After doing all this, she stood up, readjusted and repaired her disguise, maintained the masculine demeanor of "Hiroshi Abe," and continued walking forward.

Her steps were light and steady, without making a sound, as she moved through the village alleys like a ghost until she reached the door of the village chief's office, where she stopped.

She squinted, pushed open the door, and strode straight inside.

When "he" entered the room, he found that Ma Xianhong was not resting, but sitting on the bed with his eyes closed, seemingly trying to relax.

The room was quiet, with only the chirping of insects outside the window. A faint fragrance of grass and wood filled the air, the scent of the wood that Ma Xianhong used to create his divine artifacts.

"Is that your older sister...?"

Unexpectedly, Ma Xianhong did not open his eyes, but spoke first to the uninvited guest who had barged into his room disguised as a "villager".

His voice was soft, yet it carried complex emotions—resentment, as if dissatisfied with some kind of constraint; impatience, as if eager to know certain answers; doubt, filled with suspicion about the identity and purpose of the person in front of him; and disgust, perhaps a rejection of certain past experiences. But beneath these emotions, there was also a faint glimmer of hope, as if he was expecting something, or as if he was yearning for a sliver of the truth.

Upon hearing his words, Qu Tong raised her eyebrows, a look of surprise on her face.

She hadn't expected Ma Xianhong to see through her disguise, but upon further reflection, she realized it made perfect sense.

She stopped trying to hide it and instead raised her hand, sending pale blue energy flowing around her. The image of "Abe Hiroshi" vanished like a burst bubble, replaced by Qu Tong's true form—she was wearing a simple black women's suit, with a faint smile on her face and deep, unfathomable eyes.

(End of this chapter)