19: Chapter 19 Spatial Sealing!

"Seal!"

One word.

The sound wasn't loud, but the world seemed to pause.

Centered on the completely berserk panshi robot.

Within a three-meter radius, the space suddenly rippled with a dark blue wave pattern.

The next second, the ripples instantly solidified.

A perfect, translucent cube appeared out of thin air, encapsulating the two-and-a-half-ton steel behemoth.

Along with the dust and violent airflow it had stirred up, it was all sealed inside.

A prehistoric giant insect frozen in amber probably looked like this.

The entire scrap processing plant was dead silent.

The workers stood with their mouths agape, forgetting to breathe.

Shen Qingci, gripping her knife, was also stunned on the spot.

In mid-air, a figure stood suspended as if on nothing—it was Shen Hongyuan.

He stood at the edge of the exploded gap in the main building, wearing dusty old military pants and a faded white vest.

In his hand, he still clutched half of an unfinished Super Gold Walnut.

He didn't even glance at the chaos below, raising his right hand.

He nonchalantly snapped his fingers at the huge dark blue amber.

"Snap."

The sound was crisp and pleasant.

Within the space cube, the panshi robot's core energy cabin in its chest underwent a strange spatial dislocation and cutting.

It was as if an invisible hand had reached into the spatial interlayer, precisely severing the energy conduits.

The piercing alarm sound ceased abruptly.

The crimson electronic eyes dimmed.

The dark blue cube slowly dissipated, and the 2.4-ton steel behemoth lost all power support.

It crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Crisis averted.

...

Just as everyone was still shaken and immersed in this miraculous power.

From a pile of scrap in the corner, a very discordant groan sounded.

"Cough... cough cough..."

Lu Beichen struggled to climb out of a pile of rusty parts.

His expensive combat suit was tattered, covered in oil and blood, his left arm was clearly dislocated, and he looked utterly wretched.

The first thing he did after standing up was not to check his injuries.

Instead, he quickly adjusted his expression.

On his blood-stained face, he forced out a tragic expression of "defeated but glorious."

"Uncle Shen..." he clutched his chest, his voice weak and sincere,

"I tried to stop that robot just now, but its power far exceeded my estimation... Fortunately, the workers are all fine, and my injury is nothing serious."

He subconsciously looked at Shen Qingci, waiting for her concern.

Shen Qingci didn't even look at him.

Her gaze had never left Su Ming from beginning to end.

More precisely, it was on Su Ming's forehead, and the perfectly shaped dent on the panshi robot's chest armor.

The curve of that dent was almost identical to Su Ming's forehead.

Shen Qingci put away her Tang Dao, and the silver glow between her knuckles slowly faded.

She stared at the dent, her beautiful eyes swirling with disbelief and something inexplicable.

Curiosity.

Pure curiosity, a martial artist's curiosity about power.

Over there, Lu Beichen was still performing alone. The surrounding workers exchanged glances, no one daring to speak.

Because they had all seen it.

How did this S-rank Genius get up there? He actively went to pat the robot's shoulder, then was instantly killed by a slap.

"Protect the workers"?

Bro, when you were sent flying, you were going in the opposite direction, alright?

But no one dared to say it.

Shen Hongyuan lightly leaped down from mid-air, his feet almost soundless as they landed.

One second he was an unparalleled expert whose words were law.

But as he strode towards the panshi robot, still within the afterimage of the dark blue amber, the inscrutable expression on his face instantly collapsed.

"Oh, my ancestor!"

Shen Hongyuan crouched over the panshi robot, looking it over anxiously, slapping his thigh in distress.

"This is a top-of-the-line model! Eight million! Do you know what eight million means?! If this anti-magnetic armor gets even a scratch, repainting it costs a hundred thousand! Which damn bastard did this?!"

All the workers collectively turned to stone.

Weren't you just exuding the aura of a god descending? How come you're like this when money is involved?

Shen Qingci covered her forehead: "Dad!"

"Don't 'Dad' me!" Shen Hongyuan squatted beside the panshi robot, gasping in pain, pointing at the dent on its chest armor,

"Look at this dent! Who smashed this? Who smashed this for me?!"

Following the curve of the dent, his gaze passed over his daughter and landed on the figure not far away.

Su Ming.

He still maintained the forward-leaning posture after the headbutt, his legs deeply plowing into the cracked concrete ground, like a nail hammered in there.

The entire scene's focus instantly shifted.

Shen Hongyuan stood up, the distress on his face quickly replaced by wariness.

He had come out a bit late today.

But from the moment that earth-shattering metallic collision began, he had been watching from the gap in the main building for a while.

Tier 1 Black Iron.

F-rank Talent.

Directly taking a full charge from a 2.4-ton Tier 3 mech? And denting the armor with his head?

Having lived most of his life, he absolutely didn't believe it.

Whether this kid was F-rank or S-rank, this was not something a Tier 1 person could do.

Unless...

He was sent by an enemy?

Shen Hongyuan's face darkened, and he strode towards Su Ming, speaking coldly: "You're the one who damaged my robot?"

As his words fell, mental pressure silently released.

It wasn't heavy, just controlled to the extent of "making true Black Iron Ranks kneel directly, and making Silver Ranks' minds tremble."

But for a Tier 1 person, this was already enough.

Enough to make him expose his true energy fluctuations under pressure.

The moment Su Ming felt that pressure, the back of his head buzzed.

It wasn't that he couldn't bear it.

Rather, he acutely sensed killing intent from this oppressive feeling.

This old man was testing him.

If he were to stand up now, his face unchanged, showing a composure inconsistent with a Tier 1.

Then what awaited him would definitely not be praise.

He had to act.

And he had to act more genuinely than before.

Su Ming didn't do any extra thinking.

He rolled his eyes, and his 850-kilogram body slammed straight backward.

"Thud!"

The cracked concrete ground was once again dented with a dull thud, and dust exploded.

Su Ming rolled on the ground, clutching his head, letting out a mournful wail:

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! So heavy... my head is going to split open! So heavy! Can't stop!!"

His voice was hoarse from shouting.

His acting was completely maxed out.

Shen Qingci's face changed, and she quickly stepped in front of Su Ming.

"Dad! It has nothing to do with him! He saved Short-haired Lady, he saved everyone!"

Her voice was a bit more urgent than usual. Shen Qingci herself didn't even notice this.

Short-haired Lady was the first to react, scrambling over and shielding Su Ming with her body.

"Boss! It wasn't him! This child took the blow for me! If it weren't for him, I would have been smashed into a meat patty!"

Scarface Li, dragging his half-crippled body, also crawled over and stood beside Su Ming.

Shen Hongyuan paused.

He dispersed his pressure, took two steps closer, and squatted down.

Su Ming was still crying on the ground, clutching his head, snot running down his face.

At this moment, Liu Feng ran over, panting, first shouting "Boss," then leaning into Shen Hongyuan's ear and quickly whispering a few words.

"Secondary mutation... bone density of Raw Iron Rank... file side effect is Osteoporosis, but actual data is completely opposite... talent is devouring its own life force for petrification proliferation..."

Shen Hongyuan's brows furrowed.

He reached out and directly pressed on Su Ming's shoulder.

The moment he touched it, Shen Hongyuan's expression changed.

The surface still felt like human skin. Soft, warm, elastic.

But the toughness and density...

Wrong.

Completely wrong.

What he was pressing down on was not the flesh and bones of an eighteen-year-old boy.

It was solid tungsten steel.

Shen Hongyuan slowly stood up, looking at Su Ming, who was still whimpering on the ground.

His gaze shifted from shock to an extremely complex pity.

He had seen such cases.

Military files did indeed record them.

Some low-tier Enhancement Type talents would undergo irreversible petrification mutation under extreme conditions.

Their physical density would skyrocket, gaining terrifying strength far beyond their tier in a short period.

The price was that their flesh and blood would gradually lose elasticity and vitality, eventually turning into a true stone statue.

They wouldn't live past thirty.

Most wouldn't even live past twenty-five.

"Everyone, disperse." Shen Hongyuan was silent for a moment, then waved his hand at the surrounding workers, his voice lowered,

"The entire factory is off today, wages will be paid as usual."

He turned around and looked at Su Ming on the ground, wanting to say something, but ultimately just sighed.

What a pity.

Such hard bones, but they grew on a dying person.

The news of "Humanoid Bomb" Su Ming spread throughout the factory within half an hour.

Su Ming lay on the ground, secretly letting out a sigh of relief.

Shen Hongyuan walked towards the remains of the panshi robot, squatted down, and gently ran his fingertips over the armor seams of its shoulder plate.

He paused for a second or two.

His fingertips felt something.

An extremely faint energy residue that didn't belong to this robot.

Primordial Magnetic Wave.

Shen Hongyuan slowly stood up, brushing the dust from his hands.

He let out a soft sigh, like an elder seeing a naughty child causing trouble.

"Young Master Lu."

The figure by the scrap pile, looking disheveled and trying to quietly sneak away, stiffened.

Shen Hongyuan didn't release any pressure, nor did he press on aggressively.

He just stood still and casually snapped his fingers.

"Buzz!"

Lu Beichen's eyes widened in horror; he found that the space around his limbs instantly solidified.

He was pinned firmly in place like a specimen!

Shen Hongyuan pulled over a broken folding chair and sat down imposingly.

He lit a cheap cigarette:

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

"It's time we properly settled this account, isn't it?"