Chapter 371 It’s Too Easy to Break Your Ability
At the same time as Okamoto Masao was petrified, the petrified half of Chugo's body began to "crunch" and restore flesh and blood.
The young couple breathed a sigh of relief.
This should not be a problem, as this type of supernatural power should be absolutely fair and interactive, otherwise how can it be called a "Heavenly Contract"?
But the recovery is a bit slow...it only takes a few seconds to be petrified, but it seems to take several minutes to remove it.
It's fine as long as it's okay... Chu Ge didn't hesitate and looked at Miyamura Jiro: "Your son is gone, but you still don't leave. Do you think you can kill us by neutralizing your violence?"
Qiu Wuji said calmly, "Of course it's because his ability is not just about invalidating violence. Just like the contract effect that comes with Masao Okamura's ability is used to restrict us from leaving, we have to challenge him. The ineffectiveness of Miyamura Jiro's violence is just a restriction that comes with his real ability."
Chu Ge laughed and said, "Poor Masao Okamura thought his adoptive father's ability was to cooperate with him, but he didn't think about it carefully. How did his adoptive father become the leader of the Black Dragon Society before he met him? You and him are inseparable, and you want others to think that you only rely on Okamura to kill people, and you are just a supporting one, so as to downplay the recognition of your killer mace."
Miyamura Jiro smiled slightly: "Yes, you are all very smart."
Chu Ge still said, "Where do you get the confidence to fight two people at once?"
Miyamura Jiro smiled and said, "I may not be confident in a one-on-two situation, but at the moment, half of your petrification has not yet been resolved. With your wife alone, it is not difficult for me to defeat them one by one. This is also the greatest value achieved by Masao."
Qiu Wuji sighed, "If I want to kill you, one person is too many."
Chu Ge was too lazy to pay attention to Miyamura Jiro and said directly: "I'll go up and take a look. You should deal with him as soon as possible and come up together."
After saying this, he dragged the half of his body that was being freed from petrification and rushed to the surface of the sea.
Miyamura Jiro's face changed: "How could you leave?"
Chu Ge had already left, so Qiu Wuji asked in his place: "What? You wanted to stop him from leaving just by setting up that space barrier while we were answering questions?"
Miyamura Jiro looked solemn: "You actually knew that."
"What's there to not know? The slight changes in space have never been hidden from our perception. We are just too lazy to pay attention to it." Qiu Wuji said lightly: "Do you think we can't use brute force to break your barrier? But we don't need brute force at all. Your level of space is no different from penetrating a bubble for Chu Ge. Look, he can't feel any restrictions at all, and he's gone..."
Miyamura Jiro: “…”
Qiu Wuji's indifferent expression, as if he was looking at an ant, completely angered Miyamura Jiro, and his expression quickly turned ferocious: "You ignorant and arrogant people, go to hell!"
The space barrier suddenly compressed from the range of his "violence nullification" field and surrounded Qiu Wuji's body.
"When the range is reduced to this point, the thickness of the barrier is incomparable. Can you still penetrate it?" Miyamura Jiro grinned, "You will soon find that you have no air, no water, and are in an uninhabitable space. You will suffocate, dry up, and die in pain. It is better to tell the truth about the dragon bone, and you can die more quickly."
"Is this the way to kill people after violence fails?" Qiu Wuji was in an isolated space, his expression did not change at all: "How disappointing."
Miyamura Jiro: “…”
Qiu Wuji said: "If it weren't for the unexpected events up there, I might be able to play here for a month before going out... But now you should go down and accompany your adopted son first."
Miyamura Jiro looked extremely unhappy. It was the first time he saw a person who could speak normally in a place cut off from the air. His previous opponents couldn't even make sounds. Logically, there was no transmission medium at all! Or even if there was a medium inside, the sound would be blocked by the space barrier and couldn't get out at all.
But why can this woman do this?
He didn't understand, so he deliberately sneered and tested: "Don't be so arrogant, how can you kill me? You can't even let your energy pass through the barrier."
"Because when I found out that violence was ineffective, I had already reserved my divine thoughts by your side. I was planning to kill you directly. My man wanted to play games, so I played with him... What you heard was the transmission of my divine thoughts, not the words spoken."
Miyamura Jiro: “?”
I don't understand.
What is divine consciousness? How is it different from spiritual power? Why can it stay around others for a long time?
However, the originally cold voice, when heard by Miyamura Jiro, seemed to become somewhat distant and expanded, as if the entire sea was echoing and trembling, gradually becoming as loud as thunder.
"I don't know what kind of violence is considered violence... Is it violence to indirectly cause the sea to surge and use the power of nature? Or can your rules correct the power of nature?" Qiu Wuji said indifferently: "It will take too long to suffocate you. I don't have much time."
"No..." Miyamura Jiro found that the pressure of the sea water around him was getting stronger and stronger, as if it was angry, squeezing his body madly. He originally relied on his strong mental power to isolate himself from the sea water, but now he found that he couldn't withstand it at all. The overwhelming pressure rushed in wave after wave, and in less than a second, his mental dam was directly broken.
Once the mental defense collapses, a human body cannot withstand the pressure of the deep sea, let alone the doubled pressure?
Jiro Miyamura's eyeballs were squeezed out, and he was vomiting blood madly, with sea water pouring into his mouth. His condition was horrible.
Qiu Wuji left the sea area in an instant without even a glance.
The scene was strange and sad, with Jiro Miyamura, who was crushed into a pulp within seconds, and the stone statue of Masao Okamoto covered in blood.
…………
Time goes back to more than ten minutes ago, when Yueying quietly boarded the Black Dragon Society's ship.
Matsuda was commanding his three ships to engage in a firefight with the Korean ships on the opposite side.
In fact, neither Matsuda nor Tang Jinyan understood naval battle command. They had only recruited relevant retired soldiers as their subordinates. Both the personnel and hardware were obviously not good enough for a real naval battle. The two sides could only be regarded as chickens pecking at each other. After firing a few shots at each other, they found that the range was not enough and their shots were in vain.
Tang Jinyan didn't care. He was here as a support. First, he wanted to distract Matsuda's main naval force and facilitate Chu Ge's underwater operations. Second, he wanted to train his own troops. Peace had been going on for too long. How could he not know that his naval warfare was not good enough? In the future, the world would be turbulent. His main business, shipping, might really need escort. It didn't matter if he fought badly at this time. It was enough to accumulate experience for the team.
He leisurely led the team to contain the enemy, while Matsuda on the other side was furious.
He had long lost the ability to observe underwater signals, and still didn't know that Jiro Miyamura and his son had arrived. He still thought that the man and woman underwater must have been sent by those despicable Korean thieves on the other side, who were robbing things underwater while suppressing them with firepower from the sea.
This is intolerable!
He really wanted to blow those three Korean ships to pieces immediately.
Unfortunately, reality did not give him more time to fight. The noises of explosions and artillery fire here had already attracted the attention of the armies of both countries. In the distance, a military patrol boat was approaching rapidly.
At this time, Matsuda thought of a strike - if the holy object fell into the hands of the Korean gangsters, there would be a clear target to snatch it in the future; once it was known by his own government, he would no longer have a share.
The battle here can be completely whitewashed as a "Japanese and South Korean fishing boat conflict." It has happened before anyway.
The premise is...
This Chinese guy next to me is of no use anymore. In order to prevent him from leaking the information to the authorities... he can just die.
Matsuda's hands quietly turned into blades at some point, gaining metal powers.
Before the sneak attack was launched, the shadow on the ground suddenly twisted, strangely left the ground and flew upwards.
Before anyone in the cabin could react, they tightly gripped Matsuda's throat.
(End of this chapter)
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