Chapter 149: Only I Use the Law Chapter 149: Infusing Battle Qi

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

After practicing for a while, Naked Bear's body technique had barely reached Level 3.

If he fought Stanik or Song Yuan one-on-one, he would be defeated and beaten.

But simply chasing them down or beating a dog in the water made him quite a threatening presence.

In fact, whether it was the Human Development Research Society or the Holy See of the Vatican, a warrior at Body Technique Level 3 was already quite high-end.

Disguised as a red-faced jacket man, he fled along the path under the trees. He still didn't understand how Chen Yi had discovered him.

Over a hundred onlookers surrounded them, including staff and teachers, with many students of similar age, but Naked Bear raised an iron rod taller than a person and swung it straight at his head—obviously not a tentative move.

With doubts in his heart, many fierce methods were inconvenient to use; just this slight hesitation completely changed the situation on the scene.

Only Chen Yi, a hundred-odd meters away, stood with one foot forward and one back, his right arm holding the sword hilt downward, making a motion like drawing a bow.

The heavy sword, infused with battle qi for the first time, emitted an indescribable texture, like a shiny, pure, unknown, beautiful metal.

Stanik, whose right hand had almost been split open by two deep bloodstains, under the pressure of pain, still stared at Chen Yi's heavy sword, while the girls focused more on his aesthetically pleasing movements.

Overflowing battle qi, a well-built body, coordinated movements tempered a thousand times, standard postures tailored to him—Chen Yi at this moment was like a sculpture, containing extreme power, dazzling like an artwork.

This is real power!

This is a real physique!

Bronze-like muscles, steel-like bones!

Liu Xinyu gazed at Chen Yi in intoxication; she exerted all her strength just to avoid kneeling on the ground. Before her eyes was not a man attacking, but a combination of the best genes.

Only the best genes can burst forth with the strongest power and display the most beautiful form.

The heavy sword turned into a streak of light, "whoosh," crossing several hundred meters in an instant, piercing through the thigh of the red-faced jacket man.

Its flight was fast as lightning, but in the minds of Stanik, Liu Xinyu, and the red-faced man, they could vaguely sense its flight path.

Not seen, but felt.

It was the tremor of the Magic Net drawn by battle qi.

Between two points, a straight line is the shortest.

Between two points, the Magic Net is closest.

Relying on the spatial attribute of the Magic Net spread throughout the universe, any object could naturally be accelerated.

It's just that Chen Yi's Level 2 battle qi leaked too easily, wasting too much energy.

However, in terms of speed, there was not a bit of discount.

Although the red-faced jacket man sensed the rich battle qi, he still grunted "hmph," pinned to the ground, and without realizing it, took another step forward, driving his thigh muscle against the heavy sword.

Only when he collapsed to the ground did he realize he was carrying an iron sword, having run half a meter; pain invaded his nerves, and bean-sized sweat beads instantly soaked the grass, as if returning to the dew time of early morning.

Naked Bear leaped up, shouting "ya ya ya…", and slammed the large iron rod heavily onto the jacket man's shoulder.

The sound of breaking bones was clearly audible.

The jacket man turned his head with difficulty and shouted: "I'm just an ordinary person passing by…"

Chen Yi arrived before him in two steps, smiling lightly, and said: "Even if you're passing by, you're no ordinary person. Ordinary person, hehe, with such a serious injury, still able to stay conscious?"

He bent down and pulled out the heavy sword. The fluorescence on it flashed and vanished, even appearing to have lost its vitality.

Having lost the battle qi infused within it, the metal material would suffer a certain degree of fatigue, like constantly bending a spoon until you could twist it off by hand. Fatigued metal would see all its indicators drop in a straight line; even if this heavy sword recovered, it was no longer fit for use.

In comparison, the jacket man was even more miserable. He gritted his teeth and squeaked "squeak," merely as a vent.

If it were a penetrating wound, it wouldn't be enough to make an "Elite" of the Human Development Research Society suffer so much. The unlucky thing was that, without realizing it, he had torn more than half of the muscle fibers in his thigh horizontally, and the battle qi transmitted from the heavy sword kept his nerves in a state of excitement…

Not to mention whether he would be disabled in the future, just the current bleeding was already hard for him to bear.

That's what torture is.

"What do you want?" the jacket man growled in a low voice.

Chen Yi smiled and nodded his chin toward Naked Bear, who immediately began searching him.

A forged ID card, a temporarily purchased fake-name bank card, and a few hundred yuan in pocket money. Even if handed over to a security institution for verification, his identity would probably be hard to confirm.

But Chen Yi could confirm it.

He didn't even need to look at those documents; he just needed to know they were fake.

The man before him had at least Body Technique Level 5, held forged identity documents of unknown origin, plus an unrecognizable appearance, and the bones of a man in his late fifties or sixties… If there was even a 1% chance he wasn't Song Yuan, then he deserved his bad luck.

He was even too lazy to ask or confirm.

Because asking at the same time might expose his own identity, after all, not many people knew that Song Yuan himself had come to Jiangning.

Song Yuan was instead a bit timid.

The elite talents in the organization—how smart they were; if not for being discovered by Chen Yi's unconventional methods, he would still be cleanly doing his job as an Inspector.

He looked around at the bewildered students, knowing these guys had the worst memories, so he pretended to resign himself and asked: "What do you want?"

Compared to "what do you want," this was a rare improvement.

It seemed he wanted to trade himself away.

Where in life is everything smooth sailing? Sometimes, sacrificing a little to save the root isn't a loss.

Unexpectedly, Chen Yi shook his head slightly, then looked at the time and said: "At most two minutes, then you can go play with them yourself."

"Who?"

Song Yuan had just asked when a Land Cruiser rode on its wide tires, blowing its exhaust pipe very coolly, and stopped in the middle of the road.

The road in the campus was usually only for pedestrians; blocking it was just blocking it.

Four people got out of the off-road vehicle, and the one leading them was precisely Zhu Guangliang.

Ever since the Chen Family showed signs of rising, this fellow had become increasingly useful.

Actually, originally after Old Man Chen stepped down, the strongest in the Chen Family was Chen Guoliang in the military. He could at least partially guarantee the foundation of some aristocratic families, including officials like Zhu Guangliang, who had been promoted by the Chen Family themselves.

But this guarantee was based on the other party's willingness, a delayed exchange model of an interest community produced on the basis of mutual benefit. If the Chen Family could not provide exchange resources for a long time, then their former subordinates would naturally gradually drift away.

Similarly, during the Chen Family's continuous rise, these subordinates who were originally close to the core drew closer and closer.

As long as Zhu Guangliang was not stupid, he would be willing to return to the way things were before—the Chen Family was a major background, no matter which department in China. So-called influence, was it not precisely this?

"Here." Chen Yi nodded at him, kicked Song Yuan, and said: "He's yours."

This kick trampled the latter's just-concentrated bit of strength completely clean.

Zhu Guangliang smoothly received him, pulled him up, frowned and said: "Xiao Zhu, stop his bleeding."

"Little Pig?" Chen Yi almost laughed out loud, then added: "After stopping the bleeding, don't forget to put handcuffs on him."

Saying this, he kicked Song Yuan hard again, saying: "Be honest."

Zhu Guangliang was somewhat dissatisfied, feeling that an old man in his fifties or sixties could not be abused like this.

He cursed in his heart the baseness of aristocratic scions not respecting the elderly and loving the young, while his left hand still took out handcuffs, hanging them on Song Yuan's hand.

Afterwards, he pushed Song Yuan to get in the car, saying: "Young Master Chen, then I'm going back."

In the past, Zhu Guangliang would not use such words.

"Wait a moment." Chen Yi suddenly said a sentence, waving to call Liu Xinyu: "You grab Song Yuan's arm, send him into the off-road vehicle. Also, head up, look at the sky."

Liu Xinyu understood in a blink: he wanted the satellite in the sky to record his own actions—personally sending Song Yuan onto the Security Department's vehicle.

Whether voluntary or forced, for a secret organization, this was an unforgivable crime.

Satellite photos were always stored, and existed in government safes—nothing could be safer.

Liu Xinyu did it without a sound.

If not, would she sleep in the Raptor forever?

What she hated most now was staying in the car.

As for organizational matters, first she had to get past Chen Yi.

Zhu Guangliang strangely watched Chen Yi and the beauty beside him, but did not make a sound.

After the Land Cruiser left the tree-lined road, Little Pig laughed and said: "They really do things interestingly."

"Don't underestimate aristocratic scions either, they're crafty. I've seen stranger things than this." Zhu Guangliang said, a strange feeling suddenly came over him, and he asked: "Who is this person? How did you offend him?"

Song Yuan was single-mindedly thinking of escaping prison; where would he care what Zhu Guangliang said?

He was using an indifferent attitude to conceal, desperately recalling those years of turmoil—Gilenpo, Singapore, Canberra...

Fortunately, the Security Department was sensitive. Zhu Guangliang pressed his pistol with one hand and took out his phone to call Chen Yi, asking: "What is this old man's background?"

"Secret organization, super cult, strongest assassin." Chen Yi finished speaking and hung up the phone.

Zhu Guangliang's head was instantly covered in sweat, shouting: "Put leg irons on him."

Great danger brings great wealth; he was actually excited.

Inside the campus, Liu Xinyu asked listlessly: "Song Yuan has been caught, so from now on can I move freely?"

"Theoretically yes, but you're in your internship period and cannot leave my sight for one hour." Chen Yi was halfway through speaking when he saw Stanik holding his bleeding right hand with his left hand, coming to the two of them, so he stopped speaking. (Unfinished, if you want to know what happens next, please log in to www. qidian. com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)