I will be stronger after the remake

He quickly formed hand seals with incredibly cool movements, but instead of being amazed, the audience burst into laughter because Yu Shujiang took out a flashlight and shone it on him, creating a soft glow.

Just when everyone thought it was a comedy performance, Tang Ping suddenly leaped into the air and kicked out three times in mid-air.

Yuan Ji held one hand behind his back, using only one hand to block all three kicks, and even used extra force when blocking the last kick.

Tang Ping successfully used the momentum to perform a backflip in the air and landed steadily.

"Wow, that's some real skill!"

Are all cosplayers this frivolous these days?

A brilliant exchange immediately stunned the entire audience, who began discussing it amongst themselves and taking out their phones to record it.

A large number of dense bullet comments quickly flew through Ma Feiyan's live broadcast room.

Tang Ping feigned smugness and said, "How was my move?"

In real combat, being airborne is tantamount to suicide, but as a performance, an aerial flying kick is undoubtedly the coolest move.

Yuan Ji slowly pulled a toy shovel from his waist, muttering, "I don't care what kind of golden light spell you have, I'll flatten it all with one shovel."

After saying that, he raised the shovel and rushed towards Tang Ping. His movements seemed casual but contained various tricks and routines. The power was not great, but it made a whooshing sound and looked very imposing. The audience who were a little away could even feel the wind sweeping against their faces and were so frightened that they stepped back.

Tang Ping skillfully dodged left and right, cleverly avoiding Yuan Ji's shovel each time it was about to hit her, drawing gasps from the surrounding audience.

While dodging, he couldn't resist showing off, shouting at Yuan Ji, "Sister Bao'er, your shovel almost ruined my handsome face!"

Yuan Ji remained unmoved, continuing to swing his shovel. Each attack seemed poised to hit Tang Ping, yet always missed by a hair's breadth. His movements were fluid and perfectly coordinated, much like a well-rehearsed routine. In reality, however, both of them were simply improvising based on their exceptional reflexes.

"Wow, that performance was amazing! It's even better than in the movies! I need to take a picture and post it on WeChat Moments!"

"I always thought the amazing fight scenes in those videos were all edited, but I never imagined that reality would be even more spectacular than the videos. Is this something I can watch for free?"

"Oh no, my mind is a bit fuzzy. I actually think Zhang Chulan is real, like he just traveled out of the comic book."

"What a coincidence, I feel the same way. On the other hand, although Feng Baobao is also very skilled, I feel like she is a real-life martial arts expert."

Ignoring the comments of those around them, Tang Ping and Yuan Ji continued their performance as they slowly approached their target.

The audience was so engrossed in the fight that they didn't even notice the center of the performance shifting. Even Wang Weijing himself stopped his magic show and became an audience member to enjoy the spectacle.

Tang Ping bent backward, dodging Yuan Ji's shovel with a perfect backbend. As she looked back, she noticed the suspect in the crowd. After estimating the distance between them, she decided it was time to make her move. So, as she stood up, she gave Yuan Ji a meaningful look.

Yuan Ji understood, immediately lowered his stance, and struck forward with a palm while shouting, "Old H, push the cart!"

Tang Ping placed his palms together on his body, but was still pushed back three meters by the opponent's soft force, which also shortened the distance between himself and the target by three meters.

“Observe Y sitting on a lotus.”

Despite the character's own design, Yuan Ji still felt somewhat ashamed, and his shouts for the moves were three points weaker, but his movements were executed perfectly. He quickly leaped into the air, crossed his legs in mid-air to assume a sitting posture, and then slammed down on his head.

If it were truly a performance, it should have ended here, with Tang Ping's Zhang Chulan being pinned down, which would have been the most fitting ending for the character. However, they were still on a mission, so Tang Ping immediately used both hands to support Yuan Ji's legs and then forcefully threw him behind her.

Using the momentum, Yuan Ji leaped forward and pounced on the drug dealers in the crowd, swinging his shovel and hacking them away fiercely.

Wang Weijing had no idea that things would turn out this way. He had just been watching the performance and had suddenly become an actor himself. But as a psychic, his thinking speed was far beyond that of ordinary people, and he immediately realized that he had been tricked.

"You are!"

Wang Weijing raised his hand to block, but was struck in the arm by the plastic shovel, making a crisp cracking sound. He forcibly endured the excruciating pain, activated his transformation ability, and the muscles in his other arm swelled and rapidly thickened, ready to launch a counterattack.

Once the enemy is defeated, there is a good chance of success whether you can disguise yourself and blend into the crowd or take hostages and escape.

Unfortunately, his reaction was still too slow.

"Poisonous L-Drill!"

Yuan Ji lunged forward and delivered a inch-punch thrust that struck Wang Weijing in the chest. He then changed his fist into a palm, his four fingers piercing into the muscles, unleashing a burst of finger strength that injected power into his opponent's body.

"Uh-huh!"

Wang Weijing arched his back, feeling as if his spine had been ripped out of his body by the blow, instantly losing all ability to resist, and could only lie on the ground vomiting stomach acid.

At the same time, Tang Ping stepped forward, took out handcuffs, and handcuffed Wang Weijing's hands behind her back.

In the blink of an eye, the dust had settled.

The onlookers hadn't even realized what had happened yet; some were even wondering if the guy who got beaten up was being too convincing.

At this moment, Hu Ze and Ma Yiming ran out. The former was wearing a police uniform, showing a specially approved license, and gestured to the crowd, saying, "The police are apprehending a fugitive. Please cooperate. Thank you."

Under the influence of the "lobbyists," everyone subconsciously chose to believe, and even without Ling Ge, the public did not believe that anyone would impersonate a police officer in public.

"No wonder these two cosplayers are so skilled and provide such a wonderful performance for free. It turns out they were just putting on a show to catch a fugitive."

"Come on, there are very few martial arts masters like this among the police. I think these two must be elites among the armed police."

"They actually disguised themselves as cosplayers to approach criminals and lower their guard. The police are getting more and more up-to-date."

"This is way more exciting than watching a pure cosplay performance! I have to go brag to my family, relatives, classmates, and friends right now!"

On the other side, Ma Feiyan smiled and said to the camera, "Alright, that's all for today's live stream. I'm going to go offline now. See you next time, brothers and sisters."

The screen, which had been blank due to shock, was instantly flooded with a barrage of comments.

"Wait! I have a ton of questions to ask, and I won't die in peace until I get them all!"

"Don't end the broadcast, streamer! I'll give you any gift you want, as long as you answer a few questions for me."

"I feel like I've been used as a tool, and now that I'm done with it, I'm just ruthlessly discarding it. Is this just my imagination?"

"What's going on? Has the anchor been recruited? Did acting in a drama about underground party members turn him into a real underground party member? Why don't you come and ask me to act? I'm willing to contribute to the country!"

Ma Feiyan ignored them all and immediately ended the broadcast, disconnecting from the live streaming website.

Tang Ping clapped his hands and stood up, saying to Yuan Ji, "Was there really any need to shout out that last 'poisonous L-diamond'?"

"It was just a natural part of the performance, and I just shouted it out."

"You don't actually enjoy this kind of thing, like imitating anime characters and shouting out their moves, do you?"

"N-No, that's not true!"

Tang Ping said he understood and that he would take his girlfriend to anime conventions in the future to dress up as characters from shonen manga and put on a crazy showdown.

Yu Shujiang approached the prisoner and sized him up, saying, "I thought you had some tricks up your sleeve, but I didn't expect you to be taken down so easily. So where did you get the confidence to openly provoke the government? Did you think the Psychic Energy Management Bureau wouldn't send someone to arrest you?"

Wang Weijing had caught her breath and stopped vomiting, but she still felt short of breath upon hearing this.

He certainly had the confidence. Psionicists cannot use active psionic powers in the real world, but his spiritual attribute "Transformation Master" gives him the ability to change his appearance and body shape at will. These are all permanent psionic powers that cannot be blocked.

In today's society where cameras are everywhere, altering one's appearance allows him to better conceal himself, making it impossible to catch him again unless caught immediately.

Changing his body shape would grant him super explosive power. For example, he could pile all his muscles into his arms and unleash power surpassing that of a boxing champion. He could also give his legs speed comparable to that of a sprint champion. As long as his opponent was not a physical enhancement-type psionicist, he would be knocked down in one encounter.

Unfortunately, he was defeated before he could use either of these abilities.

Even the greatest martial arts master is afraid of a kitchen knife.

Wang Weijing retorted defiantly, "If you're so capable, let me go and have a fair one-on-one duel, then you'll see why I'm so confident."

Fearing the young man would be provoked, Hu Ze slapped him on the head: "Do you think we're fools? You think we're playing house, catching you and then letting you go?"

Wang Weijing shouted loudly, "Look everyone, the police are using excessive force! Even if I am a criminal, I still have human rights. You cannot beat me violently!"

For a moment, some people were actually persuaded and frowned.

Seeing this, Tang Ping quelled the commotion with one sentence: "This guy is a drug dealer."

In an instant, everyone's expression changed, and their gazes toward Wang Weijing were filled with disgust. Even those who had just frowned no longer felt the urge to stand up for him.

"Pah! Drug dealers want human rights? Do you think everyone's blind?!"

"You trash shouldn't even be alive. You should have been torn to pieces long ago. You want human rights? Bah! Do you even deserve them?"

"Damn it, I even clapped during his performance. What bad luck! Officers, you'd better search carefully. This guy knows magic tricks, and he might have a whole bunch of them on him."

Hu Ze slapped Wang Weijing on the head again: "Have you heard the people's voice?"

Wang Weijing retorted, "Even if I committed a crime, I should be punished by law. Your act of beating a criminal without authorization is a violation of the law and police regulations!"

"Oh, you seem to know a lot about the law," Hu Ze said, his flippant expression disappearing as he nodded seriously. "You are welcome to file a complaint against me through proper channels and legal means."

Anyway, he belongs to the Psionic Administration Bureau, which is not the same system as the Public Security Bureau, so complaining won't do any good.

Wang Weijing struggled and said, "You are knowingly breaking the law..."

Suddenly, Yuan Ji reached out and placed his hand on his shoulder, reminding him, "Don't try to break free and run away. I just left some hidden force in your internal organs. If you don't move, you'll be fine in three to five days. But if you engage in strenuous exercise, it could cause serious internal bleeding."

Wang Weijing was initially startled, not expecting that the other party could perceive his intentions—he had originally planned to break free of the handcuffs by shrinking his arms.

But he immediately sneered, "What hidden force? You must have read too many martial arts novels. Holding back your strength against someone's internal organs? Why don't you say you can cut off my appendix with a single palm strike across a mountain?"

Yuan Ji said coldly, "Believe it or not, we can save you even if your internal organs are damaged. It's just that you'll have to suffer a bit more."

Seeing that the other party did not seem to be faking it, Wang Weijing couldn't help but become suspicious. After all, the abilities of psionicists are varied and strange, so he couldn't help but use his shapeshifting ability to sense the state of his internal organs.

The result was horrifying: fine, honeycomb-like cracks appeared on the surface of my liver, gallbladder, and stomach, with faint traces of blood showing through, yet they were still functioning normally.

"Is your spirit some kind of 'martial arts master'? No wonder I was taken down by you in one move. Looks like I'm just unlucky."

With this thought in mind, Wang Weijing no longer felt resentful.

As Yuan Ji escorted the man into the car, he casually explained, "It has nothing to do with Ling Ge. It's just internal strength in martial arts, which any normal person can develop, as long as they have some martial arts talent and can endure hardship."

Wang Weijing scoffed: "Don't try to fool me. How could anyone do something like that in real life? Why don't you just say you've developed internal strength?"

"Ming Jin, An Jin, and Hua Jin are clearly mentioned in Sun Lutang's book 'The True Meaning of Boxing.' Since our predecessors could do it, what's so strange about later generations doing it again? I mastered An Jin when I was eighteen, but I found it difficult to grasp the secrets of Hua Jin... Forget it, why bother telling this to an illiterate criminal like you!"

"Who says I'm illiterate? I'm a legitimate Master of Laws!"

Upon hearing this, Hu Ze couldn't help but slap him again: "A law master's degree in drug trafficking? So you're the one who knows the law but breaks it!"

"I just wanted to challenge the rules of public order... Never mind, you government lackeys wouldn't understand."

Chapter 121 Qin Shi Huang's Mausoleum

On the day agreed upon with Gu Linglong, the entire security team boarded a plane and headed to Xi'an.

During the journey, Hu Ze mentioned to everyone the torture he had inflicted on Wang Weijing, the drug dealer arrested the day before.

"This guy wasn't lying. He told the truth after he was caught that day. He didn't take the risk for money, but wanted to challenge two universally recognized suicidal behaviors—drug trafficking in China and tax evasion in the United States."

Ma Yiming asked in confusion, "I've heard that these are among the world's four most suicidal acts, along with being a hostage in Russia and drug trafficking in Mexico."

“That’s not important. Anyway, he just wants to challenge the social consensus and see if personal privilege can override the law and public power,” Hu Ze waved his hand dismissively. “This kind of situation is not uncommon, especially among those psionicists in the wild. They often have thoughts like ‘I am the special one’ or ‘I want to prove my specialness to the world.’”

Tang Ping pondered, "This guy studied law, so he wants to challenge the authority of the law... Did he study law abroad? It seems like he treats the law as some kind of sacred symbol."

"Who knows? Anyway, he'll most likely suffer the consequences."

Hu Ze looked around at his colleagues, especially Yu Shujiang and Ma Feiyan, two newcomers who had not yet shaken off their student naiveté, and said in a deep voice: "I must admit that psionicists enjoy privileges in every country in the world today, including my own country. When they are punished, they have the opportunity to be given leniency, just like outstanding scientists receive preferential treatment. But this opportunity comes with conditions. You must sincerely repent and promise to dedicate the rest of your life to atone for your sins."

"I can guess what people like Wang Weijing are thinking even with my knees. They just want to put on a good attitude of repentance and confession, pretend to be prodigal son who has turned over a new leaf and has changed his ways. After they get a pardon, they will find an opportunity to break free of their shackles, such as escaping abroad to ensure their safety, and then continue to mock the domestic judiciary. But this kind of tactic can't fool people in the psychic world."

"Ordinary people can only hear what others say, but they can't see what they're thinking. But psychics have similar lie detection, mind reading, and prophecy abilities. They can tell whether someone is sincere or not, and whether they will betray them in the future. They can't be fooled at all."

“I can fully imagine that he will be furious and denounce this method of judgment as having no legal effect. But the lenient treatment he received was already a special treatment. Using special judgment to decide whether a person can enjoy special treatment is just handling special cases specially.”

Yu Shujiang asked curiously, "Will he be sentenced to death?"

Hu Ze said, "I can only say that he will most likely be sentenced to death. He probably felt invincible and readily confessed to his past drug trafficking activities, which has already exceeded the death penalty standard. Unless he can make a huge contribution in a short period of time, such as selling important intelligence of foreign organizations or handing over top-level magic weapons, he is doomed. I don't believe that someone who would say 'government lackey' can sincerely repent."

Tang Ping pondered, "This person has misunderstood the essence of the matter. It's not that psychics receive preferential treatment, but rather that those who can make significant contributions to the country can receive preferential treatment. If you are unwilling to contribute your strength to the country, then no matter how strong your abilities are, the country has no reason to give you preferential treatment."

"Tang Ping's summary is very accurate and to the point. Everyone should keep this in mind. It's not that I'm encouraging you to abuse your privileges and do evil, but if you are set up in the future and someone leaves you with something to hold against you, don't accept their threats. Go directly to the organization and confess. You will be treated leniently. Think about it, even death row inmates have the opportunity to be pardoned. There's no reason to push you to your death."

This was Hu Ze's real purpose in mentioning Wang Weijing; ideological work had to be done every day, otherwise he wouldn't care whether a drug dealer lived or died.

After everyone disembarked from the plane, there were people at the airport who picked them up and took them to the local psionic training base. They then entered the Realm of Illusion through the Illusion-Breaking Stone and met Gu Linglong.

Hu Zexian spoke in an official tone: "The Public Security Section of the Lin'an City Spiritual Energy Administration has received orders from higher authorities to cooperate with Comrade Gu Linglong's special operation. Please provide instructions."

Gu Linglong's reaction was less formal; she casually replied, "Okay, just follow my instructions when we get to our destination."

"receive."

Hu Ze was quite tactful and wisely refrained from saying anything that would spoil the mood. He could accept that psionicists enjoyed privileges, so he could naturally accept that fourth-tier psionicists enjoyed even greater privileges.

Yu Shujiang greeted her with a smile, "Sister Linglong, your style of dress is completely different from last time."

Everyone felt the same way. Today, Gu Linglong changed her previous gothic style and wore a Hanfu with a distinctive oriental traditional style. It was a black-based dress with wide sleeves and a front opening, but it looked much more elegant and dignified. Her hair was decorated with Chinese knots on both sides, and she held a fan in her hand. With her cold and aloof expression, she had the air of an ancient noble lady.

However, her skin remained sickly pale, and combined with her blood-red pupils, she gave the impression of a Western vampire transformed into an Eastern female ghost.