Breakthrough (3)
The man in black with his arms tied behind his back was kneeling in the muddy field below, so he could only hear what Ying Yungui said but could not see the figure slowly appearing in the distance.
Ying Yungui stood up and didn't move. First, he couldn't reclaim his domain right now, as that would only put him back on the defensive. Second, the bracelet that allowed him to quickly and directly communicate with the association had been taken away, and it was out of his range of perception. Third, the essential limiter was not only out of his hands, but it might even have fallen into the hands of the enemy.
And the most important point is, according to the estimated distance between the District 8 Association base and here, and considering this awkward time point, it would be a miracle if they could arrive within 20 minutes, not to mention that it was actually less than 10 minutes since the men in black appeared.
So Ying Yungui knew it very clearly in his heart.
The probability that the person coming here is an enemy is 90%. Moreover, the other party even had the mind to pick up the inconspicuous ring that fell in the grass, which is very likely to be here to rescue his accomplice.
The man in black below hadn't recovered from the mental assault just now. His vision flashed, and he found himself chained in front of Ying Yungui. His arms were tied behind his back and pulled higher, his shoulder blades aching, and his neck felt cold. He glanced down and could only see a small part of the knife handle.
Ying Yungui grabbed the hemp rope tied around the black-clad man's wrist with one hand and held a small sickle he had taken from the pile of debris over there. He put it to the man's carotid artery and threatened him, "Don't rush forward impatiently when you see your companions. Watch out for your head."
The figure in the distance gradually became clearer. Ying Yungui tilted his blade and turned the head of the man in black in front of him to the right, giving himself a wider field of vision.
"Ahem...Teacher!" Ying Yungui heard the man in black shouting with difficulty while tilting his head.
Teacher? This person? What kind of unusual social relationship is this, he thought.
When he finally saw who was coming, he unconsciously tightened the sickle in his right hand, cutting a bloody mark on the black-clothed man's neck. He heard the painful cry of the person in front of him.
The newcomer made no effort to conceal his features or figure. His smooth black hair fell over his shoulders, yet his face didn't seem even slightly feminine due to the hairstyle. In stark contrast to the black hair were a pair of pale eyes, eyes that even Ying Yungui was drawn to stare at closely.
It was empty, as if there was nothing in his field of vision. And it was also very distant, as if he was not looking at the road, the land, or the two people in front of him, but at something farther and farther.
"07?" Ying Yungui exclaimed in surprise.
The person who came was the one he had personally witnessed from the appearance to the disappearance of District 9 when it was at its most embarrassing moment. He was also the one who formally declared war on behalf of the Maintenance Bureau in front of all the association members, 07.
"I'm honored that Mr. Ying still remembers me."
Only then did Ying Yungui realize something was amiss. On the night District 9 declared war, 07 had spoken to President Frovitch in public, using the District 1 dialect, while he was now speaking standard District 8 dialect.
Not only that, Ying Yungui's hands restrained the man in black even more tightly. He recalled everything that had happened before and was shocked to find that the man in front of him had been speaking the dialect of District 8, and he had never felt uncomfortable.
Until 07 spoke.
"Who are you?" The fact that 07 could speak one or two foreign languages was not surprising to him, because Ying Yungui himself could communicate in the languages of other districts. However, looking at how at ease 07 was, and the uncommon words that the man in black had just used, it was clear that the District 8 language they knew was definitely not at the level of simply being able to "communicate."
This information is very important because it means that 07 and the man in black may be from District 8, or may have lived in District 8 for a considerable period of time. It is also possible that there are many people from District 8 in their surroundings, such as in the Maintenance Bureau.
No matter which of the above possibilities is true, it is not good news for the District 8 Association branch.
07 stopped beside the front of the car and asked, "Mr. Ying, what are you talking about?" His attitude was completely different from that towards Shi Youchen. 07 was actually very relaxed towards Ying Yungui, as if the person who was threatening his apprentice's life with a knife was not an enemy of the association, but an old friend he had known for many years.
"Of course I'm from the Maintenance Bureau. You've known this for a long time." After he said that, he turned to look at the man in black, "You're too unreasonable, Kong." As soon as he said this, Ying Yungui felt the man in black stiffen all over. Fortunately, he withdrew his strength in time, otherwise the sickle in his hand would really take this man's life.
It looked like he was very afraid of 07. Was it a student's natural fear of their teacher? Ying Yungui observed coldly, wondering.
07 didn't seem to be in a hurry to rescue his students. Instead, he scolded them expressionlessly: "I reminded you to return after you finished your work. It seems that you didn't remember what I said at all."
Ying Yungui held the boy called "Kong" hostage, his gaze switching back and forth between 07 and him. "You should be thankful that you at least completed one task I asked you to do."
"No, teacher, I..." Kong was clearly panicking. He instinctively wanted to rush forward to his teacher's side, but he forgot that Ying Yungui was behind him. "Ugh!" He was then knocked to the ground by a knee strike.
The moment Kong was forced to his knees, the small stones on the ground rubbed his pants and some of them dug into his knees, so he groaned and swallowed the second half of his sentence.
07, who was not far away, took in the whole scene, then reached out and grabbed the stone that was hitting his face, and took a step to the right to avoid the various knives flying from behind.
"Mr. Ying, interrupting others is very rude." 07 was clearly saying the kind of preaching that Ying Yungui hated the most in his life, but his tone was calm and gentle, which prevented Ying Yungui, who was usually easily emotional, from losing his temper.
"It's also very rude to discuss something in front of non-participants and uninterested people." After Ying Yungui finished speaking, he felt that this was the least offensive retort, so he stepped on Kong's back in anger and sat down on his lower back, not forgetting to use the small sickle to press against the side of his neck.
"Well, I thought you'd be happy if I gave you a little more information." 07 clenched his fist around the stone, and fine sand began to flow through his fingers. He loosened his fist and blew into his palm. "I know your reinforcements will be arriving soon, so I didn't come here to fight you."
The more Ying Yungui listened, the deeper his frown deepened. He twisted his wrist and dug the tip of his sickle into the silent Kong's shoulder. He asked 07 with amusement, "You mean, you can take your disciple away from me without fighting me?"
Even though Ying Yungui knew full well that 07 had emerged victorious from a fight with President Frovitch, a Level 9 psychic, his strength must not be underestimated, he had never retreated from a battle in his twenty-plus years as a psychic. Even with only a sliver of information about 07, he was determined to find a way to delay the fight until someone from the association arrived.
Kong was not angry because of the sudden attack, but somehow his spirits became high: "You know shit, my teacher..." Before he could say anything, Ying Yungui turned the tip of the knife that was deeply embedded in his flesh half a circle, almost cutting off a large piece of flesh.
"Shut up." Ying Yungui didn't even lower his head. "07, aren't you a little too arrogant? You could have broken into my domain from outside, but you insisted on walking in on your own."
"I haven't fought with someone with the ability of 'Honkai' yet, but I can try it today." After Ying Yungui finished speaking, he raised his left palm and attracted several bayonets of various shapes, which stabbed deeply into the joints of Kong who was lying face down on the ground.
Sora endured the sudden sharp pain in his knees, elbows, and shoulders, and muffledly shouted with his face tilted to the side, "Teacher, don't worry about me!"
07 watched Ying Yungui's attack, standing still without blinking, letting the swords, hammers, sickles and axes hit him from all directions. He was like a tree rooted in the place, not moving an inch.
And all the weapons, like the gun that Frovich once used, began to decay and fester from the tip the moment they touched 07's body, turning into debris on the ground.
Without even raising his hands, 07 could cover the entire surface of his body with his “Honkai” energy. This layer of energy protected him like the hardest armor in the world, crushing anything that could harm him into powder.
Ying Yungui certainly didn't expect this level of attack to injure 07. He was already clutching two hatchets in his hands, charging towards the front of the car. Seeing this, 07's eyes grew more serious. Being within Ying Yungui's domain, he couldn't instantly change his coordinates like Kong, who possessed "positioning movement." This meant he couldn't dodge the opponent's close combat and had to take it.
However, how could Ying Yungui dare to make such a decision when he was able to crush anything that came close to him?
Before 07 could even think, Ying Yungui was already closing in. He was swift and fierce, using the hatchet's distance advantage to repeatedly attack 07's waist, abdomen, knees, and other areas where his center of gravity rested.
Faced with such a fierce and continuous attack, even out of instinct, 07 could not just stand there and let him chop him, so he used the energy covering his arms to take them one by one with his bare hands. There were occasional omissions in defense, but they were all dissolved by the energy flowing through the surface of the attacked part of the body.
Under Ying Yungui's almost non-stop attacks, dents, marks and cracks gradually appeared on both sides of the hatchet. It was about to lose its original attack value, but the attack of the hatchet holder did not slow down.
Unable to find a chance to counterattack, 07 could only focus on dealing with the situation first, and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Ying, how long can you sustain this?"
He was absolutely right. Ying Yungui's attack seemed ferocious, but it relied heavily on his physical abilities. Once his body became tired, it would be difficult for him to dodge 07's counterattack at such a close distance.
Faced with these almost sarcastic words, Ying Yungui seemed to turn a deaf ear and still chose to attack.
The torrential downpour of attacks lasted for almost two minutes. The two axes in Ying Yungui's hands were eroded by the "collapse" energy, leaving only a small piece of blunt blade, and Ying Yungui's speed also slowed down visibly.
With a "pa" sound, 07's palm hit Ying Yungui's left upper arm.
In an instant, the clothes there turned into pieces, and the skin underneath suddenly became dry and cracked, and small pieces of epidermal tissue fell off.
"Mr. Ying, you won't be so lucky next time." 07 grabbed the blunt knife that was stabbing at him with his other hand and turned it into ashes, and let the other blunt knife break into powder after touching his neck. He gently warned Ying Yungui who was still not far away.
"Stop talking nonsense." Master Ying, who was lectured once again, finally got angry. He loosened his hands, letting the last part of the knife handle fall off, and changed his fist to a palm to cut towards 07's neck.
The sound of the knife handle falling to the ground and the sound of his wrist being grabbed were heard at the same time. 07 let Ying Yungui's palm hit his neck diagonally. He used the strength of his shoulder to hold the opponent's arm, and then grabbed Ying Yungui's wrist with his backhand.
"Is this your dominant hand?" All the energy in 07's body instantly rushed to his shoulders and palms, and "Honkai Impact" was activated.
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