Chapter 17: Noble Object Identification Technique!

At noon in Z City, on the hill behind Zhongcheng High School, a figure moved continuously within the woods.

After studying all morning, Fang Can went straight to a deserted spot after school to continue practicing the Tiger Fiend Eighty-Eight Forms.

The arsenic, which in the other world could only supply one pill per day, became abundant immediately after his return; the stockpile jumped to over seventy pills, successfully achieving arsenic freedom.

Moreover, with reality serving as a base camp from now on, as long as one can afford the money, such low-value items can be made at will.

For the next three days, as long as he is not forcibly transported elsewhere, he will have enough arsenic to eat as a meal.

In the small grove, as Fang Can practiced Wu Gong over and over, he pondered in his heart.

'One pill of arsenic can sustain the Genius Mode for one hour; theoretically, the remaining seventy-two pills are enough for me to activate a three-day trial card.'

'But due to the increase in strength, the lethal dose of arsenic for the body has already begun to decrease; the effect of Genius Mode will gradually decline until the body develops immunity to arsenic.'

'At the same time, as physical quality improves, the digestive system strengthens as well.'

'The original one-hour digestion time may shorten in the future, until one day arsenic dissolves upon entering the mouth; afterward, I will definitely need to find something stronger and more lethal.'

As his thoughts raced, Fang Can's movements remained unchanged; he circulated the technique over and over, striving to increase his strength by even the slightest bit.

Meanwhile, on the other side of Z City, inside a small house.

A beautiful young woman in ancient attire held a sword, pointing it from a distance at the modern man before her, whose face was bruised and swollen.

Not long after arriving in the present world, while she was running amok everywhere, she happened to encounter a would-be robber in an alley; she promptly dealt with him, hoping to extract information from him.

In the room, the man trembled in fear, kowtowing repeatedly: "My lord, the superpowered one, I beg your mercy and compassion; spare me, I dare not do it again."

Seeing the wretched appearance of the other, the young woman furrowed her willow brows slightly and questioned: "Sparing your life is not for you to say this; moreover, I am not some superpowered one. Now I want to know where this is."

'Where is this?' The man paused for a moment, then said: "This is my home."

"Still playing dumb, are you?" The young woman flicked her arm lightly; a sharp sword qi sliced through, splitting the wooden table before her in two.

"I am asking which country this is, who the strongest martial artist is and what realm they have reached, and why these mechanical creations are so... novel?"

As she spoke, the young woman turned her gaze to the furnishings inside the house, which even she had never encountered.

But a moment later, her expression sharpened as she sensed dozens of people approaching stealthily from tens of meters away.

'When did I get exposed?' the young woman pondered in her heart.

But clearly this was not the time to think, for with a sudden boom, the tightly closed all-steel safe door burst open instantly; then a youth wearing a law enforcement recorder on his shoulder walked in from outside.

"Let me introduce myself; my name is Li Qing'an, a prefecture-level superpowered one of the New Nation Dragon Group. Be sensible..."

Before the man could finish speaking, a terrifying pressure transmitted from the young woman in the next instant.

"Did I give you permission to speak?"

It was a pure sense of oppression, enough to drive an ordinary person mad in an instant.

If Fang Can were here, he could immediately judge that this pressure was similar to that of the old steward Gu.

It was just that the young woman's pressure was dozens or even a hundred times greater in magnitude, absolutely beyond what an ordinary person's mental will could resist.

Almost instantly, all the guards who had quietly infiltrated the surroundings lost consciousness under the oppression of the terrifying momentum.

As for the fellow who claimed to be a prefecture-level superpowered one, he fared slightly better; he merely instinctively dropped to his knees, his eyes vacant.

In the blink of an eye, everyone present collapsed to the ground.

On the law enforcement recorder, the backend was recording this operation at all times, and this scene immediately caused panic among the backend headquarters personnel.

Seeing this, the analysis personnel grew tense and immediately reported:

"Prefecture-level ability user Flame God has lost combat capability. The target, besides possessing powerful physical quality and a reactive force field, has also demonstrated multiple abilities including energy and mental attacks. Please dispatch support personnel immediately."

Soon, the relevant information began to be reported up through layers, reaching the scar-faced man at Dragon Group headquarters in less than half a minute.

"Oh, so this is the Wu Gong mentioned by people from other worlds? This performance... is it Shedding the Tui Tui Fan Qu or Ascending the Heavenly Path?"

"This martial arts practice is far more balanced than superpowers, which can only develop within their respective tracks."

After pondering for a moment, the scar-faced man said slowly: "Who are the city-level or above superpowered ones stationed near Z City?"

"There is Cloud Hidden Hero, Rotten Li Huowang, and the Sacred Severer; oh, and the Chimera is there too!" the operator replied.

"Then let the Chimera go; it happens to suit this situation. Remember to capture him alive," the scar-faced man said lightly, but silence greeted him from the other end.

"What's wrong?"

The operator replied cautiously: "We just received news that Rotten Li Huowang has already rushed over there."

"Let him go if he wants; anyway, he can handle it."

Cutting the line, a screen before the scar-faced man lit up instantly; the face of the old man from the Dragon Hidden Base appeared on the screen.

"Old Yang, is there something?" the scar-faced man asked with his hands folded.

"Team Leader Ji, regarding the research report on the person from the other world, please take a look," the old man said with a serious expression, his tone daring not to show the slightest disrespect.

The Dragon Group is the largest superpowered organization in the New Nation, and Ji Donglai, the scar-faced man before him, is the highest team leader of the entire Dragon Group, one of the most powerful figures in the New Nation.

Moreover, to the outside world, no one knows what the scar-faced man's ability is, because anyone who has seen him fight is basically dead.

"Oh, a report this quickly?" A hint of surprise appeared on Ji Donglai's face.

"Yes, we used the Noble Object Identification Technique on that martial artist of the Shed Tui Tui Fan Qu realm," Old Yang explained.

The so-called Noble Object Identification Technique, abbreviated as Precious Item Identification Technique, is a special-type superpower that can be used only once a day; it can directly identify another's composition.

For example, after a vase is identified, its composition, origin, structure, and even its maker will be revealed.

The more ordinary the object, the more detailed the information obtained; conversely, the more abstract it becomes.

As Old Yang transferred the document, Ji Donglai calmly opened the file to browse it.

The beginning of the file was an image: a long-haired man, his body bound by thick titanium alloy chains, trapped in a pure white sealed room.

Name: Pei Xing

Realm: Shedding the Tui Tui Fan Qu

Flesh Mutation Degree: 73.87%

Technique: Five Elements Interstitial Art

Wu Gong: Ten Thousand Phenomena Form-Intention Fist

Components: Flesh-and-Blood Meme, Human-Type Wishing Machine

(End of this chapter)