pjbooks Chapter 116 The Official's Backup Plan, Wang Jianguo: Guess... what's the temperature now?
Chapter 116 The Official's Backup Plan, Wang Jianguo: Guess... what's the temperature now?
Bai Xiang's voice seemed to come from countless vocal cords simultaneously, carrying a disorienting sense of overlap and eeriness.
He didn't even struggle to break free.
Those eleven [Binding God Ropes] were made of a special alloy and engraved with binding runes.
Like a fragile hemp rope, it gradually crumbled and disintegrated, eventually turning into golden powder that fell in a flurry.
The last trace of color drained from Ye Tong's face.
He couldn't figure it out.
The "Eye of the Rooster" contains a remnant attack from the previous generation's guardian deity, a purely rule-based attack specifically designed to counter all evil and mysterious forces.
Even if it doesn't kill Bai Xiang, it's enough to trap him.
The seal of the [Heavenly Net] was created by a master of formations from the Dragon Kingdom. Combined with the [Binding God Rope], it could theoretically trap even a level 95 powerhouse for a time.
But now, the other party is completely unharmed.
They even easily broke free from the blockade.
It was as if everything that had just happened was merely a warm-up.
"Don't be surprised, little chick."
Bai Xiang's figure flashed, covering a distance of dozens of meters, and appeared in front of Ye Tong.
It's neither [spatial blink] nor any movement technique.
Like a movie with skipped frames, one second he was still in the same place, and the next second he was right here.
A hand, with a playful yet absolute sense of control, grabbed Ye Tong by the neck and lifted him off the ground.
Ye Tong struggled desperately as her feet left the ground, but that hand was like an unshakeable mountain.
"Now, tell me..."
Bai Xiang's handsome face, devoid of eyebrows, came close to Ye Tong's, their noses almost touching, his voice as soft as a lover's whisper.
"You, or rather, you all... what methods did you use to seal away and strip me of my talent?"
"Tell me, and I might make your death easier."
A feeling of suffocation washed over her like a tidal wave, her vision began to blur, and her lungs burned with pain.
But his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses remained fixed on Bai Xiang.
He did not beg for mercy.
Only a deep-seated hatred and a faint, almost imperceptible hope remained.
"You...cough...you think that's all we've prepared for all this time??"
He managed to squeeze out a few words, his voice broken and intermittent.
"You...haven't...shown up yet..."
The murmur was so faint that it was almost drowned out by the sound of the wind.
Hiding in the shadows of the ruins, Chen Yifan temporarily suppressed his idea of stealing Ye Tong's talent.
It's not that he doesn't want to, but that he can't.
All of Bai Xiang's attention was focused on Ye Tong; this was indeed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
But his intuition told him that taking action now would definitely backfire.
Bai Xiang's current state was too strange. His composure and his air of knowing everything sent chills down Bai Xiang's spine.
This old monster definitely has more tricks up his sleeve.
Furthermore, what did Ye Tong mean by her last sentence?
Is there another plan?
Is it...
Is the real killer move only being revealed now?
Just then, a lazy, uniquely languid voice suddenly rang out in the empty square without warning.
"Hey, that's enough already."
The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.
Whether it was the heavily injured Nightingale agent, the Night Eye who was on high alert, or even Bai Xiang who was choking Night Eye, their movements all stopped at the same time.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.
All that could be seen was the entrance to the square.
That place that was originally blocked by the light membrane of the [Nest] system.
A man wearing a faded old jacket, dirty sneakers, and an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth slowly walked in.
He walked slowly, hands in his pockets, back slightly hunched, a weary smile on his face that suggested he was ready to clock out at any moment.
It was as if he hadn't stumbled upon the scene of a legendary assassin battling against a nation's elite forces.
Instead, they would go downstairs for a walk after dinner and watch their neighbors argue.
Wang Jianguo.
Chen Yifan found it unbelievable.
Is the official's backup plan this retired police officer?
At this moment, a burning light suddenly appeared in Bai Xiang's inhuman eyes, a mixture of greed, fear, and extreme excitement!
He knows this person.
His goal today, besides that fragment, is also the "heretical power" that he himself desires from the man in front of him!
"After hiding for so long, you've finally come out?"
Bai Xiang's voice carried a sense of satisfaction at meeting a worthy opponent as he released his grip on Ye Tong.
He let Ye Tong fall to the ground like a tattered sack.
Wang Jianguo walked past the ruins, even bending down to pick up the "Rooster Order" that had rolled to his feet, and wiped the dust off with his sleeve.
"It's such a good thing, it's such a waste to break it."
He weighed the small bronze mirror in his hand, and the mirror vanished into thin air.
He then raised his head and looked at Ye Tong, who was coughing violently while clutching her neck not far away, and frowned.
Ye Tong struggled to lift her head, her eyes cold and devoid of any respect.
"You...are late."
His voice was hoarse and questioning.
Wang Jianguo laughed so hard he almost choked.
"No respect for elders."
He appeared out of thin air in front of Ye Tong and tapped the other's head in an annoyed tone.
"Looks like your master didn't teach you well; you haven't been beaten hard enough!"
After he finished speaking, he looked at Bai Xiang again, a cigarette dangling from his lips, the languid weariness in his eyes slowly fading away.
Instead, there was a sharp edge that made even Chen Yifan's heart tremble.
"【The Thousand-Faced Life Thief】, Li Jianhong, no, I should call you…【Faceless】?"
"A legendary assassin, codenamed 'Hundred Faces,' whose real name is unknown, rose to fame forty-five years ago and then disappeared. He reappeared in Jiangcheng eighteen years ago, stole the identity of wealthy businessman Li Jianhong, and has been lying low ever since."
In one breath, Wang Jianguo exposed Bai Xiang's entire secrets.
Bai Xiang's expression completely changed.
It was the gaze of a lurking ferocious beast that finally met an opponent of equal strength.
"You know quite a lot..."
He said in a deep voice.
"Your power is the ultimate legacy I've been searching for! Hand over its secrets!"
Bai Xiang had lost patience with these reckless insects.
He flicked his finger.
An invisible surge of psionic energy, like the sharpest dagger, pierced fiercely towards Wang Jianguo's brow.
however.
The psionic attack, powerful enough to pierce through anything below level 90, mysteriously stopped an inch from Wang Jianguo's brow.
It was like hitting an invisible wall.
No, it's not a wall.
The temperature of the air within a meter of Wang Jianguo changed drastically and in a way that violated the laws of physics.
At times, it was as hot as an oven, and the space itself appeared to distort and ripple.
At times, it is as cold as the Arctic, with ice crystals condensing in the air.
The attack was twisted and torn apart in the alternation of hot and cold, and finally disappeared without a trace.
"Tsk, why are you so angry?"
Wang Jianguo pulled out a one-yuan plastic lighter from his pocket, clicked it open, and finally lit the cigarette in his mouth, taking a satisfying drag.
He exhaled a smoke ring, which drew a perfect circle in the air and drifted towards Bai Xiang.
Then, a bizarre scene unfolded.
The seemingly light smoke ring suddenly experienced a rise in internal temperature during its flight.
What was originally just white smoke instantly turned crimson, then bright white, and finally transformed into a thin halo of plasma that seemed capable of melting everything!
The halo's speed increased dramatically, slicing towards Bai Xiang's neck with a piercing shriek!
Bai Xiang's pupils suddenly contracted!
Danger!
His figure instantly retreated.
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The plasma halo grazed his cheek and disappeared into a distant building.
Seconds later, with a loud crash, the building split in two and began to tilt slowly.
Bai Xiang touched his cheek.
There, a faint scorch mark remained.
Are you injured?
He actually got hurt by a smoke ring?
"you……"
Bai Xiang's voice finally took on a genuine solemn tone.
No unnecessary words.
His figure disappeared again.
The next instant, he appeared behind Wang Jianguo and delivered a powerful chop to the back of his neck!
Wang Jianguo didn't even turn his head.
He simply extended one hand.
A simple, unadorned hand, even calloused from years of work.
Just as Bai Xiang's hand blade was about to touch his skin, this hand gently grasped Bai Xiang's wrist.
There was no collision.
There was no sound.
Bai Xiang felt as if his wrist was being gripped by an absolute force!
At the same time, an extreme chill that seemed to freeze one's soul rushed back up his wrist!
Click!Click!Click!
His arms, his shoulders, and even half of his body were instantly covered with a strange layer of black frost!
The spiritual energy within the body was frozen and solidified in the face of this extreme cold, making it impossible to circulate!
"You...this...this is the power of heretical paths?!"
For the first time, Bai Xiang's voice carried an undisguised frenzy and excitement.
"Oh, this."
Wang Jianguo turned around, revealing a set of teeth stained yellow from smoking.
You're wrong.
"This is my professional skill, and I also have a D-rank talent called [Hand of Constant Temperature]."
He wore a lazy smile, but his eyes held no warmth.
"Guess what the temperature is right now?"