256: Master of Pie-in-the-sky

Too fast.

The reversal happened too quickly!

From the moment the Eighth Rank Martial Warrior, Black Fang, launched his attack on Shen Bei, to Black Fang being sent flying.

All of it happened within three to five seconds.

Both the Apocalypse Cult and the Headhunter Tribe believed that Shen Bei was certain to die this time.

The mole hidden in the military would also die with Shen Bei, leaving no evidence.

It could be said that this mission was quite a Perfection.

But the turn of events exceeded everyone's expectations.

Shen Bei actually survived an Eighth Rank attack!

Everyone's faces were filled with shock, terror, and absurdity, like a surging tide, instantly engulfing their hearts, making them feel as if they had been struck by lightning, their bodies and minds completely frozen in that instant.

Absurd!

It was simply too absurd!

How was this possible!

An Eighth Rank Martial Warrior made a move, yet couldn't even kill a Five-Rank Martial Artist. This was definitely not Black Fang's problem, but Shen Bei's!

For a moment.

Exclamations of shock were endless:

"Holy crap! This is just unreasonable!"

"What's going on? Someone tell me what's going on!?"

"Why can't an Eighth Rank Martial Warrior suppress Shen Bei? Is he that Heaven-Defying?"

"It must be Shen Bei's Yin and Yang Tai Chi Diagram that's the problem!"

"Hiss~~~ How the Hell are we supposed to deal with this now?"

...

At this very moment.

Miller's heart was pounding.

He had thought Shen Bei's life would end here, but in a flash, not only did Shen Bei survive, he also made Black Fang look utterly disheveled!

Regardless of what method Shen Bei used to achieve this, it was truly terrifying!

At the same time, Miller's hanging heart finally settled.

It's good that he's not dead, it's really good that he's not dead!

Otherwise, he wouldn't know how to explain it to Bai Wei.

No.

Bai Wei wasn't the strictest.

The national level would be the hardest to explain!

After all, all of Shen Bei's information was classified as SSS-level top secret.

If such a Martial Artist died.

He would have the chance to meet the national bigwigs...

At this moment.

Black Fang got up from the ground, his eyes glowing blood-red, his expression extremely gloomy and twisted.

"The Yin and Yang Tai Chi Diagram saved your life, didn't it?"

Black Fang narrowed his eyes, his tone exuding infinite coldness.

Shen Bei lifted his head, extremely arrogant: "Useless, what else do you want to say?"

He had to be arrogant!

To survive an Eighth Rank Martial Warrior's certain kill was something to be proud of.

As expected of the Yin Yang Reversal Fist, super powerful!

Others might not understand, but Shen Bei had a Ming Mirror in his heart.

Just now, all the power that Black Fang could have used to crush him into a meat paste was transferred by the Yin and Yang Tai Chi Diagram to the shoulders of everyone on the other battlefield.

This dispersed power caused no fatal damage.

But it made people very uncomfortable.

When these people collectively pushed the power back, the power returned, applying itself to Black Fang.

It was like Black Fang hitting himself!

It would be strange if he wasn't injured!

"Heh."

Black Fang's gaze instantly changed intensely, carrying an overwhelming, chillingly ferocious aura, locking onto Shen Bei from head to toe: "I don't believe you can use such a strange Martial Skill a second time! You dog, take this, let's see if you die or not!"

But Shen Bei was unmoved.

Black Fang was right, the Yin Yang Reversal Fist indeed couldn't be activated a second time in a short period.

In fact, it would take a long time to activate it again.

But Shen Bei still grinned, slowly exhaling a bloody Qi current, his eyes neither happy nor sad: "Too late."

Black Fang's gaze grew more and more wanton, his smile indescribably ferocious and violent: "Haha, it's not too late to kill you!"

As soon as his voice fell, he was about to launch another attack.

But the next moment.

Song You repeatedly exerted force with his feet, fiercely stomping the air in the Void Realm, as if he had jet engines attached to his feet, flashing continuously in mid-air.

His figure instantly arrived, and without a word, he delivered a flying kick, carrying a fierce gust of wind that seemed to want to crush a person's lungs, kicking Black Fang in the waist.

A tremendous force erupted with unseen and unheard power.

The terrifying wind exploded, like countless air bombs exploding simultaneously, with a loud boom.

Black Fang's desperate scream erupted, so tragic it was as if he had been dragged into the abyss of Hell by a Devil King!

His body, as if hit by an airplane, flew directly off the highway.

Song You seemed to have found his desired prey, filled with joy and determination: "What kind of skill is it to bully a Five-Rank Martial Artist? Come on! Your opponent is me!"

As soon as his voice fell.

Before Black Fang's figure could fall like a meteor.

Song You stomped fiercely in the air. With an unknown speed and strength, the air at his landing point had no time to be displaced, and was actually stomped and exploded as if it were solid, directly turning into a rapidly expanding pure white Qi wave.

And under the fierce recoil of the Qi wave, he himself once again ascended into the air, heading straight in the direction Black Fang had been thrown!

Shen Bei took out a qi and blood pill, poured a bottle down, and watched the two Eighth Ranks fighting to the death in the distance, a slight smile playing on his lips: "I told you it was too late, but you didn't believe me. Do you really think I'm isolated and helpless?"

Shen Bei sat on the car roof again.

Treating his wounds.

It must be said that despite surviving an Eighth Rank attack.

But fighting a Sixth Rank enemy, and then confronting an Eighth Rank enemy.

He wasn't covered in wounds, but there wasn't a single good piece of flesh left on him.

"A huge loss."

Shen Bei sighed: "This Bai Wei is a bit unreliable, I almost died."

If he hadn't had his own tricks, he really would have become bait.

After a simple treatment of his wounds.

Shen Bei's gaze swept back and forth across the battlefield.

Perhaps Miller had become smarter.

He pulled out a Seventh Rank Martial Artist and positioned him on the only path to Shen Bei.

To prevent Shen Bei from being ambushed again.

And it proved true, there were indeed still people who slipped out, wanting to ambush Shen Bei.

But they were intercepted by the pre-arranged military Martial Artists, locked in a continuous struggle.

The battle lasted for more than twenty minutes.

The military Martial Artists cooperated closely and had strong wills, gradually gaining the upper hand.

More and more enemy bodies fell.

At the same time, Miller and the others' offensive also began to slow down.

They needed to leave some alive.

The Apocalypse Cult and the Headhunter Tribe were not originally one organization, although they temporarily banded together to assassinate Shen Bei.

But in the end, they were no match for the well-trained, highly disciplined military Martial Artists.

Soon, some people began to flee.

One person fleeing would cause others to follow suit.

The more people fled, the more unstable the enemy's mentality became, eventually escalating into panic.

The rout began.

The situation was completely under the firm control of the military Martial Artists.

"Pursue!"

Miller was extremely excited, calling on everyone to begin the capture.

Every additional live capture would corroborate Shen Bei's accusations, completely rooting out the mole in the military!

About half an hour later.

The military Martial Artists returned from all directions, bringing back the bound enemies to the battlefield.

One by one, military vehicles also arrived, transporting the enemies away.

At this time, Song You also returned, carrying Black Fang's corpse, which he threw in front of Shen Bei, asking: "If you have a fetish, I can ignore it."

Shen Bei: ...

Shen Bei naturally knew what Song You was referring to.

Some Martial Artists indeed had strange fetishes, such as necrophilia.

And he had been beaten so badly by Black Fang, although he ultimately survived, he was truly suppressed to the point of stepping one foot into the gates of Hell.

In such a situation, if someone had a necrophilia fetish, they would naturally not miss this good opportunity to vent their frustrations.

But Shen Bei didn't have this habit, shrugging: "My mind is very healthy."

Song You laughed loudly: "Good, good, your performance is truly remarkable. Let's have dinner together sometime."

Shen Bei nodded.

"That's it, you're not under my command, I'm leaving first."

Song You tossed Black Fang's body into the truck, waved, and left.

Shen Bei waited for a while in place.

Miller rushed back, clutching a notebook, and got into the driver's seat, still recording data.

"How is it?" Shen Bei asked.

Miller licked his lips and said: "We had seven deaths, killed over twenty enemies, captured over thirty, and some escaped."

This record... was decent. Shen Bei rubbed his hands and asked: "Is there any mental compensation?"

"What?"

"I was scared."

Miller: ...

"This..." Miller coughed: "I'm only responsible for executing the plan, the budget is with Bai Wei, you'll have to find her."

"Where's Bai Wei?"

Shen Bei looked around, saying indignantly: "She wasn't here when it was time to do things, she's too unreliable, I almost died because of it!"

"Who's unreliable?"

A cold female voice came from the back of the car.

Shen Bei flinched, turning his head from the passenger seat to look.

He saw that Bai Wei had quietly entered the car at some point!

"No..."

Shen Bei's mouth twitched, his face bewildered and horrified.

Then he reached out and opened the back door, then closed it again with a clang.

There was indeed a sound.

"Can you phase through walls?" Shen Bei asked tentatively.

Miller was still recording data, and without lifting his head, he said: "That's low-level, broaden your perspective."

Shen Bei stared at Miller: "Am I wrong?"

Miller put away his pen and paper, respectfully handing them to Bai Wei in the back seat: "This is the post-battle summary."

Bai Wei nodded, her fingers sliding across the lines, reading carefully.

Miller started the car and sped off into the night.

"That's the art of teleportation, Bai Wei," Miller whispered.

Shen Bei's mouth dropped open, and he glanced back at Bai Wei.

Is she that amazing?

Shen Bei, with an inquisitive attitude, whispered: "Is it that kind of Martial Skill that ignores distance, where you can teleport wherever you want?"

"Strictly speaking, everything you're thinking is wrong." Miller took a moment to spray alcohol on his hands, wiping away the dried blood with a tissue: "It's not that kind of arbitrary teleportation, but rather it requires establishing nodes and also considering distance."

Hearing this, Shen Bei understood.

He had indeed thought too much.

He had thought it was some kind of teleportation where you could go anywhere you wanted.

Turns out there were still conditions and restrictions.

It was equivalent to leaving one's own Dao tools or marks somewhere, and then being able to return instantly.

"I'm envious."

At this moment, Shen Bei deliberately raised his voice, speaking for Bai Wei to hear.

"Then just be envious," Bai Wei said indifferently, looking at the data.

Shen Bei: ...

No, you don't understand social etiquette, do you?

You don't understand that I want to ask for the teleportation Martial Skill?

"Isn't there any compensation?" Shen Bei began to complain: "Along the way, when was there ever a moment of peace? Ming Ye of the Five-Rank, Lin Buhui of the Sixth Rank, Black Fang of the Eighth Rank."

"You said you'd protect me from dying, but look, is this what you call protection?"

Bai Wei put away the essence, propped her chin with one hand, and blinked as she asked: "Then what I'm seeing now is a ghost?"

"I survived by my own ability!"

"With your cunning and thick-skinned personality..." Bai Wei shrugged and said: "Without a trump card, you definitely wouldn't dare to take on this mission."

"You're being unreasonable, aren't you?" Shen Bei was a little annoyed: "Look—"

Bai Wei reached out to interrupt him, saying: "No need to say more. When you join the military in the future, find me, and I will personally teach you this teleportation Martial Skill."

Shen Bei: ...

What a big pie!