Bruce felt this emotion for the first time.
In the past, even when facing an unbeatable enemy, he would have a straightforward fight,
at worst, it would be a death.
But fighting Baiyu now felt like being sliced to pieces.
Suffocating, yet helpless.
The anger and anxiety continued to burn Bruce's mind.
It's absolutely unacceptable to have these emotions during a battle.
But he couldn't control himself.
This bastard had a talent that made people want to thrash him hard.
"The defensive power is unexpectedly strong. If I unleash all my power, I don't know if I can kill him, but I have no other choice now."
Support will eventually arrive as time drags on.
Ignoring the opponent's provocations, Bruce's gaze turned vicious.
His skin suddenly squirmed, and then, on the scapula of his back, two lumps began to grow at a visible pace, and something sharp within them pierced through.
Clash!
These were a pair of wings.
Rotten, full of holes, dark wings.
Serving the Evil God granted him not only power but also these wings that allowed him to fly in the air.
Beneath mid-tier Martial Artists, he was almost undefeated.
"Hiss..."
Bruce let out a painful cry.
Even after the wings fully extended, Baiyu still hadn't made a move.
"Does he actually think we're playing some turn-based game? Not attacking while I'm sprouting wings, I don't know if it's ignorance or stupidity."
Bruce flapped his wings, the smile on his face gradually turning ferocious.
The turn-based game, whether it is or isn't, is over.
The opponent couldn't withstand this strike, after all, it was the power he could only unleash at his peak.
Tier Seven Martial Artist's power!
This was the ceiling among ordinary Martial Artists. Beyond that, it would be completely inhuman.
He stood in mid-air, looking down from above, his hands crossed over his chest in a peculiar gesture, his face filled with fanaticism and madness:
"Spirit Technique: Heaven-shaking God!"
All his Blood Qi surged towards his hands, causing his skin to quickly become shriveled and loose.
At the same time.
A small blood-red sphere formed between his hands.
Even standing tens of meters away, people on the ground could feel the terrifying power contained in the small ball.
"No, if we let him complete this, the entire lakeside will be blown away."
Qian Xue sensed the danger sharply.
This type of Spirit Technique, which required a long time to prepare, often had a huge destructive power and would be immediately blocked by opponents in battles.
However, Baiyu made no move.
It seemed he did not realize the immense danger within.
Qian Xue gritted her teeth, Extraordinary Power surging again, covering her entire body.
How could there be unbroken eggs under a collapsed nest?
If she did not stop it, she would die as well. At this moment, she was ready to risk everything.
"Can you fly?"
At this moment, Baiyu suddenly turned his head to ask from a distance.
Qian Xue was taken aback: "No..."
"Then what are you trying to do? Backstab me in an evil way? Or prepare to brainwash the other side? Get out of the way, you foolish woman."
Qian Xue was scolded and indeed stopped.
Just as she felt something was off and came to her senses, she saw Baiyu pulling out a scroll infused with Spiritual Power from his body at an unknown time.
Then she witnessed an extremely shocking scene.
Baiyu shakily unfurled the scroll, not shouting the usual embarrassing and bizarre technique name during the process for once.
Then.
A white light shot out from his hand at a forty-five-degree angle, soaring into the sky, blasting towards Bruce who was posing.
Snap!
As if a camera shutter had been pressed, the world froze at this moment.
The next second.
Before Bruce could complete his skill's casting, he vanished from the air.
No scream, no struggle or harsh words before death.
After the white light disappeared.
The moon was bright, the wind clear, the sky washed clean.
Crash, a pair of smoke-blackened wings fell, rolling a few times in the breeze from the river.
Uh...
The scene was somewhat awkward.
Baiyu didn't expect the Armstrong Rotary Accelerator Jet Vibration Cannon to be so powerful, directly causing humane destruction to Bruce, leaving not even a speck.
If the opponent didn't fly into the sky, he wouldn't have known how to deal with it.
Plop.
The wings hit the ground, turning into black ash, scattered by the wind.
"Σ(っ°Д°;)っ, what kind of scroll is this!!" Qian Sang was so shocked that her mouth almost burst into her hometown dialect.
"Keep it low-key, ignorant, don't be as dumb as that old man."
"The real trump card should be low-key, those who shout and scream, well, here's the result."
Baiyu pointed at the still-smoking wings on the ground, glancing at Qian Xue, with disdain evident in his expression.
This terrifying attack naturally attracted the attention of almost everyone within a kilometer radius.
Snap.
As if a mirror had shattered.
The sky suddenly filled with cracks, followed by the shattering of light and shadows, the flames of a distant city reflected once again.
The Sealing Object Bruce used to isolate this place was broken.
At the moment of destruction.
A massive steam machine rushed towards them at terrifying speed, its exterior covered with gears and steam pipes, each step releasing steam from two exhaust outlets behind it.
The middle of the machine was a hollow space resembling a control room.
Inside sat several men in large church robes.
"Law Enforcers from the Steam and Machinery God Church." Baiyu immediately recognized the nitpicking cross-circle symbol on the steam machine's shell.
"East District Trainee Investigator, Qian Xue."
"Captain of the Machine God Church Law Enforcement Squad, Allen."
Greetings exchanged.
As he surveyed the surroundings, the man stepping out of the steam machine drew a circle-cross on his chest, his weary eyes scanning the area: "What's going on, what are the casualties? Has the person or item causing the Extraordinary event been contained or eliminated?"
Qian Xue looked at Baiyu, hesitating to speak.
Allen's slightly clouded gaze shifted.
...
"Name."
"Baiyu."
"Age."
"Eighteen."
"Gender."
"Do we really need to ask this?"
In the interrogation room, Baiyu sat on the chair feeling uncomfortable all over.
This was not the first time.
The same questions, the same manner of interrogation, the same atmosphere.
The only difference.
Was this time the interrogation room was replaced with an oversized one.
Not only Baiyu.
Even Qin Shou, Qian Xue, and Lin Shan were inside, being interrogated as well.
"Mr. Bai, I hope you can face this incident seriously. How did you get the Spiritual Technique Scroll that killed Bruce?"
Allen took a deep breath.
The other party's non-cooperation was something he had anticipated.
A high school student being able to kill a Sequence Eight Extraordinary, there seemed to be too much hidden information.
"Captain, the Anomaly Bureau General Office has arrived, along with Consultant Zhao from the Martial Arts School Alliance and Imperial Guard General Pang Fei."
Reported a member of the law enforcement team.
Allen furrowed his brows deeply, sighing: "Go invite the three of them in."
These were formidable people, not coming with friendly intentions.
This interrogation would undoubtedly face great resistance and be difficult to proceed.
Soon.
The door of the interrogation room opened.
"Allen, my younger brother, how are you not dead yet?"
Upon meeting.
The man in the lead, with a full stubble, wearing flip-flops, beach shorts paired with a black trench coat and oversized sunglasses, opened his arms and made a greeting in an elegant and amiable manner.
It could be said to be very elegant and amiable.