Chapter 170: Abolished

As for fighting, Chen Mu's idea is simple: since he has already made a move, there is no need to fuss over methods; naturally, he will use any means necessary.

Moreover, the opponent struck first with a sneak attack, so he feels no psychological hesitation.

His method is very simple, inspired by when he caught Tang Jing's chair earlier; back then it was a spur-of-the-moment idea, something he could never pull off under normal circumstances.

However, growing a stone spur from the ground is not exactly difficult.

That guy was completely focused on Chen Mu, never expecting such a move; he staggered, feet shifting, body tilting, and with his utmost effort managed not to fall, but Chen Mu's spear was already before his eyes.

He also reacted quickly; in the hurry, he swung a palm and chopped it out.

Unfortunately, his balance was already off, so he could not see clearly.

Chen Mu's spear tip pierced his palm in an instant.

"Ah!"

A shrill, miserable scream.

Chen Mu seemed not to hear it; with his other hand he drew an iron awl, ready to stab the man's throat.

"Don't! Stop!"

Just then a loud shout rang out, but even before that, Chen Mu had already eased his force, pressing the iron awl against the opponent's throat.

He had been distracted, keeping an eye on another person.

But at this moment, the other's action genuinely startled him.

He saw the guy who had been sparring with He Ying suddenly raise both palms upward, grasping at the air.

The next moment.

Two huge red energy balls instantly appeared in his palms.

Ten thousand grass-mud horses galloped through Chen Mu's mind.

How the hell is one supposed to get through this day?

He had previously discussed the form of special abilities with Tang Jing, feeling that such magic-like powers could not possibly appear; the scene of both sides throwing energy bombs at each other was hard to imagine, and it clashed greatly with the current style of special abilities.

Yet now it is right before his eyes.

Qingbei's strength is indeed unfathomable.

He saw him holding two energy balls larger than his head, poised to throw them.

These two red energy bombs are brighter than the brightest lamp Dong Junwei could make, an extravagant glare.

Like fireballs, they flicker, blinding the eyes.

Chen Mu secretly rejoiced that he had stopped in time; otherwise, if he had really killed the man in his hand, the other would have no scruples.

Once the opponent fires it, he will surely be unable to dodge; looking at that, not to mention a flimsy shield, even a house built of stainless steel would be blown to rubble.

This is downright shameless.

"Chen... Chen Mu, shall we negotiate?"

The Qingbei member holding the energy balls also looked a bit nervous, his speech stuttering.

The more this happened, the less Chen Mu dared to provoke him.

Such a normally timid fellow with little combat experience is most likely to go berserk; if he really does go all-out, who could one reason with?

"How to negotiate?"

Even though he felt wary, Chen Mu still did not release the hostage in his hand; this was his last trump card.

"Release him, and we each go our separate ways; you don't even need to come to Qingbei as a guest. How about that?"

"Sure, you first put that thing away." Chen Mu feigned nonchalance.

"Impossible." The other side would not budge at all.

"Then there's nothing to talk about."

"I can let you take him to the door, but if you dare to kill him, I will certainly make everyone perish together; then we'll see if you can escape my energy bomb."

"So this thing is really called an energy bomb?"

Chen Mu was mulling over various plans in his mind, such as pushing the guy in his hand out and then throwing all his grenades; or letting He Ying and the others go first while he covered the rear, looking for a chance to strike again.

Yet none of them could guarantee absolute safety.

Mainly because he knows nothing about the guy in front of him, and no one can predict how powerful that energy bomb really is.

He dare not gamble.

But he also does not want to go along with the other's words.

Chen Mu instead calmed down at this point and said, "Let's not rush this; may I ask what your names are?"

"Is it necessary to ask? I might just give a fake name to fool you."

Although the person was nervous, his train of thought remained clear.

"A fake name doesn't matter; after all, we need some way to address each other, right?" Chen Mu laughed.

"I am Liang Yan, and he is Xin Ping."

"Liang Yan? That name suits you quite well."

"Cut the nonsense; frankly, I can't hold out much longer. Once the time comes, whether you release him or not, let's all die together."

At this point Chen Mu felt about fifty percent sure that this guy was bluffing.

Perhaps this energy bomb is just frightening to look at, but in reality it's all show and no substance.

Because of the laws of special abilities, it's impossible for a person's power to suddenly change; as Tang Jing put it, even if someone could destroy heaven and earth, at this stage such a thing absolutely could not exist—it would either be an illusion or come with major limitations.

The guy before him is very much like that huge fireball from Yi Zhong earlier.

It might also be merely an illusion.

But the problem is, Chen Mu dares not gamble.

What if he is wrong?

Life is gone.

"Okay, but I need to take some things. In a moment I'll bring him out; when we reach the doorway I'll let him go, but you can't stay too close."

"Alright."

That person readily agreed.

Chen Mu summoned He Ying, directing Yu Yuan and others to pack the soap and aluminum alloy into Zhou Xu Liang's space.

Throughout the process, the few people kept maintaining a dispersed formation.

Fearing that the guy would suddenly go berserk and wipe them all out in one sweep.

After loading the items, Chen Mu seized the guy named Xin Ping and headed outward.

"You go out first."

"Mm."

He Ying didn't hesitate, leading Yu Yuan and the other two quickly toward the direction behind the door.

Liang Yan seemed to want to stop, but seeing Chen Mu's iron awl still firmly pressing against Xin Ping, he immediately fell silent.

Xin Ping was in so much pain he was almost about to faint, but he still seemed aware of the situation; he was obviously also afraid of death, and at this moment he did not say any heroic words or talk about firing at me.

Instead, he cooperated, walking backward with Chen Mu.

His other hand had also long been tightly wrapped in iron bars by Chen Mu, and the palm pierced by the spear was already a bloody mess; at first he would scream, then it turned into groans, and now his body obviously had no strength left, unable even to make a sound.

Chen Mu actually really wanted to settle these two guys right here.

He had always been avoiding direct conflict with Qingbei, and this incident might cause the two sides to become completely opposed; if possible, silently wiping them out here would be the best choice.

But now.

Things turned out contrary to his wishes.

He Ying and the others had already exited the doorway, turning back to shout at Chen Mu: "No one outside."

Chen Mu nodded.

The retreat speed increased.

When they reached the spot where the doorway was opened, he first retreated from the opening, using Xin Ping as a shield, blocking the front.

Liang Yan could no longer see the silhouettes of the other side's few people, but Xin Ping remained steadily standing at the opening's position.

After a while.

He impatiently said: "Are we done yet?!"

No one answered.

His hands trembled slightly, yet he still dared not step forward.

After about a minute or so, unable to wait any longer, he finally mustered the courage to approach.

One of the energy projectiles on his hand dissipated; he used one hand to support Xin Ping, whose upper body slumped, head drooping onto his shoulder, revealing the opening behind.

There was no trace of Chen Mu and the others left.

Xin Ping was now in a half-dazed state, his body entirely relying on a metal ring around his waist to stay fixed at the door; when touched, he immediately went limp.

Liang Yan had no time to chase after Chen Mu and the others, hurriedly examining Xin Ping's injuries.

All that could be seen was the pierced hand, constantly stirred by the iron rod, hardly recognizable in its original form; it was estimated that it could never recover to its former state.

Looking at his other hand, it too was tightly bound by iron bars.

The palm had swollen, even turning somewhat black.

Damn!

Liang Yan cursed, then hurriedly tried to help him remove those iron bars.

However, Chen Mu had directly locked it shut on his hand, like a handcuff two sizes too small, clamping his entire hand.

Liang Yan busied himself for a while, but couldn't move it at all, then suddenly deflated and sat down on the ground.

Looking at the already unconscious Xin Ping, he clearly knew that upon returning to Qingbei, this guy's hands would surely not be saved.

And without both hands,

his ability would be useless as well.