401: Chapter 401 Bai Xiao, I've finally met you!

In front of Exit No. 3 of the experimental area was a waiting hall spanning several hundred square meters.

Cold gray fog drifted about, shrouding everything in front of them in haze.

The doors of the out-of-service elevators were tightly shut, and only the indicator lights of the emergency exit cast an eerie green glow in the mist.

More than a dozen figures wearing combat uniforms were scattered throughout the hall in standard tactical formations.

Some knelt on one knee, while others leaned against pillars, the automatic rifles in their hands forming several intersecting fire grids.

The pitch-black gun muzzles were all aimed at the three figures appearing ahead at this moment.

At this time, a researcher wearing headquarters uniform brought a Masked Man of unknown identity running out from the experimental area.

That man was even carrying an important experimental subject on his shoulder.

Their identities went without saying.

"Minister, the target has appeared at the location of Exit No. 3 in Zone B."

The capable-looking man at the lead was none other than Black Hawk, the captain of this pursuer team.

Pressing his earpiece, his voice calm and powerful, he immediately reported the situation to his superiors.

Amidst the noisy static of the current, a response could be vaguely heard.

Cheng Jiashu gently put down Majima Goro from his shoulder, signaling Choi Suyoung to retreat to the corner of the wall.

Seeing this, Black Hawk also released his earpiece and gestured a tactical hand signal behind him.

His eyes fixed tightly on Cheng Jiashu, who wore a white mask, and he drew a dagger with a blood groove from his tactical belt.

The blade spun lightly half a circle in his palm, then was brought back to his chest, striking a reverse-grip combat stance.

"Mister, if you surrender now, I can guarantee to let you die a quick death."

Black Hawk's words carried caution, but not the slightest intent to shrink from battle.

As a special operations team captain from Noah headquarters and a Level 7 cadre, he had been responsible year-round for hunting down traitors and guarding important targets.

His hands could be said to be stained with blood, and countless ghosts had died under his blade.

In terms of practical combat ability, he considered himself entirely not inferior to those Level 8 cadres in the Dongdu Branch who enjoyed comfort and neglected combat.

Even if the man before him was the legendary serial killer "White Owl", Black Hawk still had confidence to test the opponent's mettle with his own hands.

Moreover, behind him were numerous elite members standing by in full battle array, capable of providing support at any time.

"Is that so?"

Cheng Jiashu let out a soft laugh.

Before the laughter faded, his figure instantly vanished from the spot.

Black Hawk's pupils abruptly constricted to needle points, and the target's trace was shockingly lost from his field of view, without even a gust of wind.

The opponent hadn't made any running motions; no matter how fast the speed was, it was impossible to have zero movement signs like this.

Before this thought had even fully formed, a sense of crisis instantly surged from his spine up to his crown.

Snap.

A hand rested like a phantom on the wrist holding his dagger.

Cheng Jiashu's figure had already stood before him at some unknown time.

And guiding that sharp dagger, he reversed its direction, viciously slashing toward Black Hawk's own neck.

The speed of the movement and the ruthlessness of the trick completely exceeded the opponent's expectations.

Combat instinct forced Black Hawk to twist his neck by a hair's breadth, trying to dodge this fatal blow.

But he was still too slow.

Pfft!

The sharp blade sliced through flesh and windpipe, a line of blood shooting out.

Black Hawk's eyes widened round, his face still retaining a final trace of shock and disbelief.

Until his death, he couldn't figure out how the opponent managed to kill him in a second.

The other members in the hall fell into a brief stupor due to this scene that happened in a flash of lightning.

Cheng Jiashu let go of his hand, letting Black Hawk's corpse collapse softly.

His expression was as composed as if he had merely done an insignificant triviality.

This was the effect of applying the pupil technique "Instant Flash" in actual combat.

It was not high-speed movement, but still spatial translocation.

Just within extremely close distances, such as a range from a few centimeters to over ten meters, with Cheng Jiashu's ability, he could fully achieve continuous, seamless miniature spatial shuttling.

To outsiders, his figure seemed to vanish into thin air and suddenly appear again, resembling genuine teleportation.

"Open fire!"

It was unknown who roared, awakening everyone from their shock.

Bang, bang, bang, bang! Gunshots instantly exploded.

Over a dozen automatic rifles simultaneously spat out deadly tongues of fire.

The dense rain of bullets instantly covered the spot where Cheng Jiashu had previously stood.

However, not a single bullet hit the target; that place was already empty.

"He's up there!"

A member suddenly shouted in panic.

Only to see Cheng Jiashu's figure clinging to the ceiling like a gecko, holding a dagger confiscated from Black Hawk in his hand at some unknown point.

His body leapt forward, silently landing behind a team member.

That member didn't react at all before the cold blade had already sliced open his throat.

Warm blood gushed out.

When the others frantically turned their gun muzzles in panic to shoot at him.

His figure had already vanished, and the next instant, he appeared behind another member, creating carnage once again.

No matter how fast the action of raising the gun and aiming was, it could not possibly be faster than the rotation of a thought or the locking of a line of sight.

Cheng Jiashu's figure continuously vanished and reappeared amid the hail of bullets, as if "blinking" in the air.

The surrounding walls, pillars, and even the surfaces of the enemies' bodies all became stepping stones for him to borrow force from after briefly manifesting.

He shifted left and right, up and down unpredictably.

He vanished the moment the opponent opened fire, and reappeared from another angle, making it difficult for the opponents' line of sight, perception, and attacks to keep up.

As for the angle, it was entirely locked by his line of sight; as long as he could see it, there was nowhere he couldn't reach.

Continuous instant flashes caused these pursuers to completely fall into judgment errors, unable to lock onto his true position.

Only ricocheting bullets drew strings of dazzling sparks on the alloy walls, emitting crisp clanging sounds.

Choi Suyoung hugged her head, dragging the unconscious Majima Goro as she huddled tightly in the corner, not daring to show her head at all.

Cheng Jiashu still held the dagger, ruthlessly stabbing at the enemies' throats or hearts.

This was simply a one-sided massacre.

Just over a dozen seconds later, the gunfire abruptly ceased.

Ten corpses lay sprawling horizontally and vertically in pools of blood.

The crimson blood converged into streams, making the permeating mist seem dyed with a layer of blood color.

Cheng Jiashu stood in the center of the corpses, spots of scarlet splashed onto his white mask.

Making him look like an evil ghost returned from Hell, appearing exceptionally grim and terrifying.

At the corner, Choi Suyoung watched this scene, only feeling her whole body turn cold, and even her breathing became cautious.

Just at this moment, Cheng Jiashu suddenly raised his hand to cover his forehead, his body swaying slightly.

"Ugh—"

A suppressed, painful grunt came from beneath the mask.

That damned auditory hallucination surged like a tide once again.

Countless chaotic, vicious, and crazy ravings roared and echoed in his mind.

Every syllable was distorting the boundaries of his perception, attempting to strip his Soul from his shell and drag him into the abyss of madness.

Sinking deeper and deeper, struggling only to sink further, until complete corruption...

"Are you… alright?"

Not knowing how much time had passed, a trembling voice asked.

Cheng Jiashu abruptly turned his head to look at Choi Suyoung standing before him, who appeared fearful and apprehensive.

Through the holes of the mask, his eyes were suffused with terrifying bloodshot veins, and the violence and killing intent in his eyes seemed as if they would tear someone alive and devour them.

Choi Suyoung was scared so badly by this gaze that her heart stopped momentarily, involuntarily taking two steps back.

Cheng Jiashu forcefully shook his head, as if wanting to shake off the noise in his brain.

Suppressing the surging violent emotions, he said in a hurried voice:

"Take me to the emergency exit and leave here as soon as possible."

"I think you will never be able to leave this place."

Before Choi Suyoung could nod in agreement, an indifferent voice came from deep within the corridor.

Cheng Jiashu's heart tightened, an unprecedented aura of danger instantly shrouding his whole body.

He abruptly looked toward the direction the voice came from.

Tap... tap...

Footsteps went from far to near, carrying a certain bizarre rhythm.

A figure slowly walked out from that deep darkness, gradually becoming clear.

That was a man whose figure was not tall, yet stood upright like a javelin.

He wore a well-tailored dark gray suit and a black tactical mask on his face.

This matching looked somewhat incongruous, but no one dared to ignore his might, as if this was his most correct way of dressing.

Military boots tapped lightly against the ground. With every step he took, it seemed to carry the weight of a thousand jun, making the air in the entire hall grow heavily oppressed.

He walked up to the pool of blood and stopped, his gaze sweeping over the corpses littering the ground, and finally falling upon Cheng Jiashu.

"White Owl, I've finally met you!"

Hearing this address, Cheng Jiashu was slightly taken aback.

Immediately realizing his current identity, he then said in a cold voice:

"I heard that a big shot has come to the Noah Organization's Dongdu Branch, and it must be you."

"It is I, Minister Luo Lie."

The man stated his name briefly and powerfully, his voice seeming to suppress burning anger:

"You don't recognize me, but I recognize you. Even if you turn to ashes, don't even think about slipping past my eyes!"

As he spoke, he clenched his fists so tightly they cracked, staring fixedly at the white ghost mask on Cheng Jiashu's face.

That undisguised hatred and killing intent almost materialized, bursting forth.

Cheng Jiashu found it completely inexplicable.

He had indeed constantly gone against the Noah Organization and even killed a few of their cadres.

But it shouldn't elicit such a deeply ingrained hatred and vengeful reaction, right?

Looking at this posture, it was as if he were his sworn enemy who killed his father.

Goodness knows what kind of wicked deeds that real White Owl had actually committed.

Thoughts flashed through Cheng Jiashu's mind, and his tone instantly turned extremely sincere:

"I'm sorry, if I've ever offended you in any way in the past, then I apologize to you now."

Hearing this, the monstrous killing intent in Minister Luo Lie's eyes couldn't help but stall for a moment.

He seemingly never expected that this legendary, vicious and tyrannical murderer would actively admit his mistake and even be so polite.

For a moment, he was actually somewhat stunned.

Hiss!

The exact moment he was distracted, a barely perceptible sound of breaking air rang out.

"Despicable!"

Minister Luo Lie's pupils constricted sharply.

Cheng Jiashu's figure instantly vanished from view, launching a sneak attack once more!

That blood-stained dagger, using the exact same method he used to kill the Black Hawk, slashed like lightning toward the exposed neck beneath Minister Luo Lie's mask.

This strike was simply fast to the extreme, as if it could erase the concepts of time and space.

However, the anticipated scene of blood splashing did not appear.

The tip of గ్రహ the dagger seemed to have pierced into an extremely tough mass of gel.

At less than half an inch away from Minister Luo Lie's skin, it could no longer advance even a fraction of an inch!

Cheng Jiashu's heart violently skipped a beat, secretly thinking it was bad.

Minister Luo Lie's eyes were filled with contempt, not giving him any chance to react at all.

His five fingers formed a claw, carrying a piercing howl that tore through the air, and similarly grabbed toward his face like lightning!

Hum!

Under the gale force of Minister Luo Lie's fingers, the mask actually shattered with a crisp "crack".

Cheng Jiashu cast Instant Flash once again, breaking out of the attack range.

No!

He hadn't completely escaped the other's control.

A force like tarsal maggots followed closely behind the very instant he reappeared.

"Got you, flea!"

Minister Luo Lie tilted his head slightly, his gaze calm as he merely raised his hand across the air and gently clenched it.

It was as if an invisible giant hand instantly bound Cheng Jiashu's legs!

Following that, Minister Luo Lie flipped his wrist.

An irresistible force transmitted over, lifting Cheng Jiashu's body up and slamming it fiercely against the nearby wall.

And the exact moment he crashed into the wall, Cheng Jiashu's figure vanished once again.

The next moment, he shockingly appeared behind Minister Luo Lie.

The dagger flashed with a cold gleam, carrying the conviction of certain death, stabbing toward his vital heart on his back!

Hum——

The tip of the blade trembled violently, struggling to crawl forward.

It was still just a fraction of an inch away.

As Cheng Jiashu's power fully erupted, the sharp edge of the dagger actually became overwhelmed, letting out a crisp "crack" sound.

It shattered directly, with fragments flying everywhere.

That layer of invisible defense was like a natural chasm, rendering his previously invincible attacks completely ineffective, unable to even pierce the skin.

Cheng Jiashu understood in an instant.

The other party must have evenly covered psychokinetic power over the surface of his body, forming an extremely high-density protective shield.

The entire person was like wearing a set of invisible, dead-zone-free powered armor at all times.

"The same trick is useless against me."

Minister Luo Lie let out a cold snort, not even turning around as he merely waved his backhand.

The invisible psychokinetic power instantly turned into a heavy hammer, slamming fiercely into Cheng Jiashu's chest.

Cheng Jiashu only felt as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding truck, his sternum on the verge of cracking.

His entire body flew backward, leaving a trail of blood in the air.

He forcibly activated "Instant Flash" mid-air to discharge the momentum, appearing over a dozen meters away, half-kneeling on the ground and panting heavily.

But before he even had time to calm his breathing, a massive force field instantly enveloped the entire hall, and the attack arrived like a shadow following a form.

No matter where he flashed to, Minister Luo Lie seemed to be able to perceive his position in the very first instant.

As long as he was even half a second slower, he would probably be completely bound by that telekinetic control force.

He had encountered an unprecedentedly formidable enemy, a monster who could utilize psychokinetic power to such a Realm.

When he reappeared once more, Cheng Jiashu returned to Choi Suyoung's side, preparing to take her and Majima Goro to escape this place.

"Intelligence shows that you are best at close-quarters combat."

Minister Luo Lie looked at him leisurely:

"Now it seems your speed is indeed very fast, but your strength is mediocre, which disappoints me greatly."

He shook his head and sighed.

"I didn't expect A-Jun to die at the hands of someone like you."

Then his gaze condensed, shooting out bone-deep hatred:

"If you still have any ultimate moves, use them now; I'm afraid you won't have the chance later."

This remark was like pronouncing a death sentence; that massive force field then suddenly increased in weight, pressing down like a mountain.

Choi Suyoung only felt her breathing choke, like a drowning person, her body stiff and unable to move.

And she wasn't even the primary target of this force.

Cheng Jiashu silently endured it, blocking a portion of the pressure for her.

Thoughts spun rapidly in his mind; he didn't know which unlucky bastard A-Jun was, only pondering a way to break the deadlock.

Suddenly, a faint awareness fluctuation that was incomparably familiar could be sensed in his mind.

His eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curve upwards slightly.

"You really came after all..."

Feeling as though he had an idea in his heart, he slowly stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and locked his gaze onto Minister Luo Lie.

"Do you really want to see my ultimate move?"

"Hehe."

Minister Luo Lie let out a cold laugh:

"I heard your fists are very powerful, so let me experience your true abilities!"

As he spoke, his right hand bloomed with white light, his elbow slightly bent, taking a step forward while driving his waist and hips to twist.

Boom!

A straight punch wrapped in the force of a thousand jun struck out fiercely.

This time, he took the initiative to launch an attack.

The fist wrapped in a layer of white light carried a whistling sound that tore through the air, slamming toward Cheng Jiashu who was suppressed by the force field.

Unexpectedly, a telekinetic controller actually possessed such astonishing speed and strength.

Facing this thunderous strike, Cheng Jiashu did not dodge, nor did he attempt to resist.

Within his eyes, a brilliance as dazzling as stars flickered.

Hum——

A low and strange ringing sound was generated out of thin air.

The space in front of him, like a shattered mirror, displayed clearly visible distortion.

Light was pulled by a mysterious force, converging and collapsing toward a point in front of his eyes, forming a pitch-black vortex spinning constantly inward.

At the same time, the corners of Cheng Jiashu's mouth curved up slightly, suddenly reaching out his hand toward Minister Luo Lie who was rushing over at high speed.

His fingers were spread wide, palms facing outward, just like a couple running towards each other from both sides, preparing to shake hands and embrace.

The moment he was about to reach the edge of the vortex, Minister Luo Lie felt a fatal danger.

That terrifying gravitational pull was like a black hole, frantically tearing apart the psychokinetic coat around his body.

Reacting almost instinctively, his palm flipped instantly, and a powerful repulsive force erupted from his palm.

It actually forcibly rebounded his high-speed sprinting body back.

A trace of regret flashed through Cheng Jiashu's eyes.

Then he grabbed Choi Suyoung and Majima Goro's arms, shouting sternly:

"Go!"

That pitch-black vortex suddenly expanded like a living creature, instantly swallowing the figures of the three people.