Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

Outside the fire scene.

The internal combustion engine unleashed unstoppable kinetic energy, and the roar of the meshing metal gears, like a howl, propelled the sword's edge to slice through the scorching air.

A dark red aura of energy emanated from the edge of the sword, which once again grazed Kong Jiu's neck by a hair's breadth.

He was just a fraction away from cutting the throat, but was ultimately dodged by that seemingly clumsy sidestep.

"How strange, Doctor Kong."

Seeing his attack dodged again in a sorry state, Wintert's lips curled into an almost distorted grin.

He was not angered by yet another failure; instead, a wild laugh burst from the depths of his chest.

He raised the menacing gravity pistol in his left hand, the overheated heat sink on the gun body glowing a dangerous orange-red.

"Your skills aren't what they used to be?"

Wendart narrowed his modified prosthetic eyes, the mechanical lenses in his pupils rapidly zooming in and out, like a predator scrutinizing its weak prey.

"Even the green light in its eyes is gone. Where did it go?"

Before he finished speaking, he had already pulled the trigger.

The gun barrel didn't produce a deafening roar, only a muffled "hum" that sounded as if space itself was being compressed.

A faint, transparent wave-like power suddenly shot out, distorting space and causing the air to collapse into visible ripples in that instant.

At such close range, the ripple swept past Kong Jiu's hand as he tried to block it, with an unavoidable speed.

"laugh--"

The sound of flesh tearing was faint yet clear.

A ring finger detached from the palm, traced a brief arc in the air, and fell onto the floor tiles.

It didn't even have time to roll before it was captured by a gravitational field that was many times stronger the moment it hit the ground.

With a crisp "crack," the severed finger instantly deformed, compressed, and exploded, turning into a puddle of paste mixed with bone fragments and flesh, deeply embedded in the crack of the brickwork.

Wintert glanced at the overheating groove on the side of the pistol out of the corner of his eye.

The orange-red light was fading at a visible speed, and the cooling system was emitting a slight hissing sound.

But he didn't care at all. He swung his power sword with his right hand, and the internal combustion engine of the sword ignited for the second time, propelling the blade to cut out a sharp screech that tore through the air.

"Was it the anti-psychic armor that Pudu Pharmaceuticals sent overnight that suppressed your skills?"

Windat pressed forward relentlessly, his heavy power armor boots treading over the burning wood, his sword swings wide and sweeping, revealing his full range of skills.

"Or has the Rat God abandoned you, his lackey, and withdrawn his blessing?"

As he asked the question, Wendart felt a surge of almost trembling pleasure.

From the moment the two met amidst the raging inferno, he launched his attack without hesitation.

The humiliation of yesterday's defeat gnawed at his pride like a venomous snake, but now, the sweet taste of revenge was almost on his lips.

The anti-psychic power armor, transported overnight from the Purdue Pharmaceuticals and Armory, is now functioning perfectly. A pale blue anti-psychic suppressant fluid flows through the inner layer of the armor.

Whenever he gets close to Kongjiu, the liquid glows slightly, forming an invisible force field.

This is a domain specifically designed to counter psionicists. It can not only disable the bullets that Kong Jiu controls with his telekinesis, but also reduce the effect of his spiritual power enhancing his physical body!

The power sword in his hand, after being calibrated overnight by military technicians, had its internal combustion system overloaded, nearly doubling its kinetic energy output, and each swing carried an overwhelming force.

The instant-fire gravity pistol tucked at his waist can release terrifying pressure enough to crush an adult brown bear into blood and gore the instant the trigger is pulled. Faced with this incredible destructive power, the minor problem of needing to overheat and cool down before re-firing is completely insignificant.

It was precisely because of these qualities that Wintert had the confidence to stand before Kongju again.

However, to his surprise, the divine messenger who had overpowered him yesterday seemed to have become much weaker after just one day.

Yesterday's swift, ghostly movements, his almost reckless courage in the face of death, and that ever-changing, unpredictable book—all have vanished.

Could it be...

Windat pressed his advantage, unleashing a barrage of terrifying sword strikes like a storm.

Each time the power sword brushed past Kong Jiu, it caused the psionic circuit beneath him to flicker weakly.

Wendart keenly noticed that Kong Jiu's movements had slowed down considerably.

His usual reaction speed, comparable to his enhanced organs, was completely gone. Instead, he could only keep up with his own attacks by using a sudden acceleration.

Like the Ferrari?

After several attempts, with his superhuman hearing, Wintert heard the other person's breathing gradually becoming heavier.

Finally, after the thirteenth all-out strike, Wintert noticed a definite clue.

The frightening green light in Kong Jiu's eyes was gone.

It's not dimming, not hiding, it's complete and utter disappearance.

Although those dark eyes remained calm, they had lost the inhuman, oppressive aura they had yesterday, as if they were staring into the abyss.

The visual sensor modified by Windat can even capture subtle changes in the other person's pupils.

Exhausted, yes, and a hint of... helplessness, barely perceptible?

"What about your skills, your courage, and that ever-changing book, Doctor Kong?"

Windat grew more and more aggressive in battle, and his arrogance became undisguised.

He could clearly sense that Kong Jiu had become weaker. Each block was more difficult than the last, and each dodge was slower than the last.

The madman who traded injuries for injuries and risked his life yesterday is gone. In his place is an opponent who retreats step by step, cautious to the point of being timid.

The Rat God abandoned him!

This judgment struck Wintert's mind like lightning, instantly transforming into a raging fire of ecstasy.

He almost burst out laughing, but his fighting instincts suppressed the urge, and he channeled that excitement into an even more ferocious offensive.

The power sword slashed continuously like thunder, while the gravity pistol fired intermittently to block movement!

Windat was like a moving steel wall, forcing Kongjiu back step by step!

From the center of the fire to the ruined church doors, from the burning pews to the collapsed icons, Kong Jiu fought and retreated, each step landing on burning embers, sending up scattered sparks.

Finally, after another gravitational ripple grazed his shoulder and tore open a bloody gash, the passage beneath Kong Jiu's arm armor flashed suddenly.

His body suddenly accelerated, retreating rapidly and creating a distance of more than ten meters.

Instead of giving chase immediately, Windat stopped, his power sword pointing diagonally at the ground.

He saw Kong Jiu squat down, extend his hand, and a faint light emanated from his palm.

The pool of flesh and blood mixed with broken bones on the ground wriggled and gathered like a living thing, and under the pull of an invisible force, it reassembled into the shape of a finger, flew back to the broken end, and the skin and flesh healed and the bones continued to connect.

A moment later, the hand was completely healed, only the newly formed skin was slightly pale.

"As expected of a veteran, his awareness of changes in combat strength is indeed keen."

Kong Jiu grasped his newly repaired fingers, slowly straightening them and then curling them up again, as if testing their dexterity.

His gaze turned colder, not with anger, but with something deeper that made Wintert instinctively uneasy.

But Wintert quickly suppressed his unease. He chuckled and raised his power sword once more.

"Repairing techniques? A piece of cake."

He spat, "Faced with absolute power, how many times can you reattach your finger? Ten times? A hundred times? After I cut off your head, can you reattach it?"

He strode forward, the hydraulic system at his power armor joints emitting a powerful jet of air, and he shot out like a cannonball.

This time, he will cut off the head of Kong Jiu—the former messenger of the Rat God!