Chapter 76 Calculation

When He Jingtong was taken away, a patch of red covered his eyes.

The alien spirit Su Qing used his power to block He Jingtong's vision, and he eventually fell into a coma due to excessive blood loss.

When I opened my eyes again, I was already in Fu Zexun's laboratory.

However, unlike what the system imagined, that Fu Zexun would be there to watch over He Jingtong until he woke up, in reality, when He Jingtong woke up, there was no one by his side.

Some were just IV bottles that continuously delivered medicine into his body through long, thin tubes.

He Jingtong was receiving an IV drip, and Qi Xueyi, who was not a super-cheating person, was helping him with the treatment. This treatment method, which relied on drugs and the body's self-healing phenomenon, made He Jingtong feel that time had slowed down without him noticing.

But the camera rotating above his head clearly doesn't think so.

"woke up?"

This sound immediately made He Jingtong lock the camera.

He didn't say anything, and the person on the other side of the camera didn't wait for him to say anything, but just said to himself: "I told you that sooner or later you would come to me in person."

"Fu Zexun." He Jingtong pronounced the name in a hoarse voice.

"I'm so glad that you still remember me." Fu Zexun's figure standing behind the surveillance camera had visible excitement on his face.

The experimental subject he wanted finally lay safely on his laboratory table.

This proves only one thing...

"Even if you know your fate, you can't change it."

At this moment, words became a sharp blade, piercing through He Jingtong's heart.

Of course, this is just Fu Zexun's self-righteous understanding.

"If you think your fate is that I will end up here, then you know nothing about fate." As he spoke, He Jingtong reached out and pulled out the needle that was still delivering drugs into the vein.

A few drops of red blood and the transparent liquid medicine flowed out and were thrown aside by He Jingtong.

He Jingtong stood up from what was either a laboratory table or a real hospital bed.

When he looked up at the camera, his pale face was reflected in Fu Zexun's eyes.

In addition, He Jingtong's already worn-out clothes were also changed into something pure white that looked like both prison uniform and hospital gown.

The multiple wounds on He Jingtonghun's body were all bandaged, especially the neck, which was wrapped with a bandage several times.

The clothes he was wearing were obviously too big and didn't fit him well. When He Jingtong stood up, the hole in his chest that had never healed was even exposed.

Fu Zexun looked at these scenes through the surveillance camera and smiled silently.

"Maybe you are right. After all, I am not a prophet." Fu Zexun said again.

"All I need to know is that you came to me, lay on the laboratory table I prepared, put on the clothes of the test subject, and under the surveillance of the S-level spirit, you have no way to escape..."

"That's all I need to know."

He Jingtong suddenly raised his head and looked at the surveillance camera, his eyes as sharp as a knife.

"Did you find out?" Fu Zexun's laughter came over, "Your soul power has been completely restricted."

"Without the ability to resist, what are you going to do? What can you do?"

Fu Zexun never hesitates to use various languages ​​to influence other people's mentality.

In the end, talking is just a waste of saliva.

"Are you going to commit suicide? Or do you think that your safety can mobilize He Yunian again... I don't think so."

"He Yunian has become an S-class spiritual master, which is a status that attracts attention not only in this country, but also from the perspective of the world. He is always being watched."

Fu Zexun saw He Jingtong on the surveillance camera and lowered his head again.

"Do you think that a cleric whose ability has been upgraded to S-level still needs to care too much about a grandson?"

Fu Zexun's question is actually not true at all.

Only if you are in it, you will know why the artificial spiritualist chose He Jingtong.

The He family needed someone to carry on the family business. The eldest son was not capable and was not good at business. The second son was of average ability and ran a business. The third son was taken away by the state. The youngest son did not know the system.

The point is not the first three, but that the younger son does not know the system.

Spiritual masters are not born awake.

Some, like An Lai, had been working for several years before they awakened. Others, like Jian Zirui, had lived in a Taoist temple and had some contact with the other world, so it was natural for them to awaken in the end.

Under such circumstances, it is not impossible for He Wanchen to awaken and become a spiritual master.

Seriously speaking, the hospital incident was not about abandoning He Wanchen to make He Jingtong successful.

It was just a coincidence that two people happened to be included in the delicate period during which the experiment of awakening an artificial spiritualist could be carried out.

Judging from the perspective of "Alien", the protagonist He Jingtong has no idea about this at all.

From He Jingtong's perspective today, it is not impossible that the events at that time turned out to be a case of sacrificing oneself to make He Wanchen successful.

This is a multiple-choice question with two possible options.

But the old man at that time could never know that in the originally destined fate, his youngest son...

Dead.

But it is because of this that the subsequent plot of "Alien" can be logically smooth. Otherwise, why did He Yunian never take action when his grandson was repeatedly tortured and played with by Fu Zexun?

When events are beyond one's control, when one's self-righteous judgment leads to the death of one's own child...

The eldest grandson of a generation, and the child of the eldest son who didn’t have much ability to begin with…

——Is there anything else that needs attention?

This is what He Jingtong faced in the original plot.

Regarding this phenomenon, let’s reflect the present.

Fu Zexun's provocative words seemed ridiculously flimsy.

When has He Jingtong ever been cared about?

Probably just the teachers in the academy, Qi Xueyi and Jian Zirui. Only these people really cared about the person named He Jingtong, not the so-called eldest grandson of the He family.

After all, all the "good luck" that he had later was ultimately earned after He Jingtong successfully resisted fate for the first time and saved He Wanchen.

He created the cause himself, so the result will naturally be as he expected.

Therefore, when listening to what Fu Zexun said at this time, He Jingtong even smiled.

When he looked up at the surveillance camera again, He Jingtong sat back on the laboratory table and said calmly, "You want me to become a spirit, right?"

"All your attempts to sow discord are ultimately just a way of hoping that I won't cause any trouble and stop harboring the unrealistic hope that someone else will come to save me."

"But since you know that's unrealistic, why don't you look at it from another angle and use other things to exchange for me staying quietly in your laboratory without any trouble?"

The surveillance voice came again: "So, you knew from the beginning what it meant for He Yunian to become an S-level spiritualist, right?"

"Reputation, status, money, power... in the final analysis, they are just those things." He Jingtong looked gloomy.

In He Jingtong's opinion, Fu Zexun was quite boring at the moment.

What he was looking forward to more was that this person had clearly prepared the karma injection long ago.

Instead of confronting him from a distance like now.

He Yunian never became an S-level spiritual master because he became stronger. Instead, He Yunian was promoted to the status of an S-level spiritual master after he killed an S-level alien spirit.

He Jingtong always remembered that this world is just a comic.

Otherwise, in the real world, how could humans be such superficial things?

They are supposed to be more complex, more kind, more vicious, and more charming.

For example, He Jingtong didn't even need to think too much to think about it -

After He Yu was rated as an S-level spiritual master, he felt that time was running out.

Otherwise, as he possesses the power of realm, he would have been classified as an S-level spiritualist long ago.

It is not necessary to kill an S-level alien before being rated as an S-level spiritualist.

Afterwards, those people of the same age who are bound to appear and try to build a relationship with He Yunian will inevitably be jealous of what He Yunian has achieved.

When they knew that the realm was the standard for measuring whether one was an S-level spiritualist, the next step they should look for would be an S-level spirit.

Fu Zexun didn't even know what his words meant.

A person who wants to make the experimental subjects in his hands completely despair and submit to him has no idea that in the future, as long as he does not expose himself to death, countless people will come forward to offer their bodies to him for experiments.

Those people are eager to prove their abilities.

Kindness and malice are both so superficial things, which may be the root of the falsehood of this world.

But He Jingtong didn't care.

One hundred million achievement points will allow him to see another world one day.

But before that, He Jingtong still remembered to cooperate with Fu Zexun.

He raised his head, his eyes dark under the incandescent light from above.

"If you want me to cooperate with you, then don't say those meaningless nonsense."

"You just need to provide what I need, and I will lie on that bed after my needs are met." He Jingtong pointed to the laboratory table under him where he had been lying on an IV not long ago.

Fu Zexun didn't reply for a long time, but then suddenly burst into laughter.

There was a crazy trill in that laughter, which made He Jingtong frown.

"If you're crazy, I don't think you can do the experiment successfully."

Fu Zexun's laughter disappeared instantly. He was still watching He Jingtong through the surveillance camera, but he felt that the person he saw now was not the same person as all the He Jingtong he had seen before.

But Fu Zexun only regarded this fleeting thought as a thought that he was too busy with the experiment to realize it.

"What do you need?" Fu Zexun still asked this question.

"Strength improvement, fighting skills, and actual combat application." He Jingtong blurted out.

"I think the Elite Academy can provide these." Fu Zexun raised his eyebrows disapprovingly, "If these are what you need, then I don't believe that you will be willing to let me do experiments."

He Jingtong looked at the surveillance camera indifferently.

Fu Zexun on the other side only realized at this time that they had not yet faced each other.

"Hah, wait a minute."

Fu Zexun said: "I think we can face each other calmly now."

When Fu Zexun walked out of the monitoring room and headed towards the laboratory, He Jingtong was thinking...

Fu Zexun is just a fool who is a little bit smarter.

He should have had more brains, that's what he should have done.

He Jingtong quickly decided Fu Zexun's fate in his heart. At that moment, he sat on the laboratory table, quietly waiting for Fu Zexun's arrival.

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He Jingtong looked like this on this side, but on the other side, he looked much more ferocious.

Not long after Su Xu dragged Zong Feng out of the villa, many sounds of building destruction were heard in the old villa.

He was terrified, fearing that his peers would die, but he also began to worry about what the future would be like...

In the midst of Su Xu's complicated and entangled mentality, Zong Feng woke up.

He had just woken up and his body was tense and upright.

The wound on his throat had almost healed, so Zong Feng was able to speak, but his voice sounded hoarse through the gravel: "Where are He Jing and the others?"

"Still in the villa." Su Xu said in a dry voice.

Zong Feng's expression changed drastically.

That's an S-rank spirit.

An internship for high school students resulted in the death of three students...

This is no longer just a matter of whether Zong Feng can forgive him. The problem here is so serious that it is higher than the mountains and deeper than the sea.

The first thing Zong Feng wanted to do was to rush back to the villa which was still in his sight.

Su Xu stopped him: "They, He Jingtong... No, that's not right, Qi Xueyi said they wouldn't die there."

Zong Feng looked like he was laughing out of anger: "Then if I say that I can win 100 million in the lottery tomorrow, will I become a billionaire tomorrow?"

Su Xu stared at him, and realized how abrupt his behavior was when he believed Qi Xueyi's words.

How could you believe it? If they say they won't die, then they won't die?

Actually, it is not like that.

Su Xu just felt that compared to himself who was useless, He Jing and the others would have a higher chance of survival.

I can't let the unconscious Zong Feng become a burden, nor can I just stand there and wait to die...

In this way, Su Xu, who had originally given up hope, once again gave himself a reason to act.

After figuring this out, Su Xu reached out and once again stopped Zong Feng who was about to rush towards the villa.

"You can't defeat that... monster. You'll just die if you go. After all, you're a professional. It would be much better to call for more capable professionals to come and rescue you than to go and die on your own."

Su Xu spoke incoherently, although now when he thought back on it, he still felt awkward about his trust in Qi Xueyi.

Because Qi Xueyi said they would not die, so I trusted him...

But since I already believed it at that time, there is no point in choosing to deny that trust now.

"Anyway, I already believe that they won't die. I don't know if that's wrong, but if it is, I'm going to stick with it."

"What you should do most now is to find someone who can be rescued, instead of rushing in again and getting killed."

Zong Feng opened his mouth slightly. He looked at Su Xu and couldn't understand...

Why did this guy suddenly start using his brain to do things?

But Zong Feng had to admit that what Su Xu said made some sense.

But when I reached into my pocket, I found that my cell phone was not on me.

Ask Su Xu, of course he doesn't have it either.

It was already late at night, and even though this was a bustling city, there were not many houses with lights on except for the flickering street lamps in the old villa area.

Nowhere to turn for help

"I want to go in."

"Anyway, we have no one to contact now." Zong Feng said this with a grim look on his face and rushed towards the villa again.

Su Xu had no choice but to grit his teeth and follow.

But at this time, the alien spirit Su Qing was no longer in the villa.

Zong Feng quickly found the unconscious Qi Xueyi and Jian Zirui, but he couldn't find He Jingtong.

He thought to himself that this was not good, but he could only hope that Su Xu could find his own phone.

Finally, Zong Feng used Su Xu's cell phone to call Cui Tong.

The Dean of Studies was still working even though it was late at night.

At this time, he received a call and was told in a few words by Zong Feng that they had encountered an S-level spirit. He was so scared that he stood up from his seat.

The middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Calm down, don't worry. Send Qi Xueyi and Jian Zirui to the hospital first..."

As for the matter related to He Jing...

Cui Tong notified An Lai immediately.

At this time, Cui Tong even smiled bitterly and said to An Lai on the other end of the phone: "I don't know if your previous application for termination of the contract was a precautionary measure."

"It doesn't matter whether it counts or not, I just want to know where He Jingtong is now." An Lai's hand holding the mobile phone was shaking.

But when they really got the detailed information, Qi Xueyi and Jian Zirui had already woken up.

After all the information was shared by the two people, many people's attention was focused on Su Xu.

Just like the thought that flashed through Qi Xueyi's mind before, if there was no Su Xu, none of this would have happened.

But it also seemed like the conclusion Qi Xueyi came to when he was still rational. Since Su Xu was the one who was saved by He Jingtong, he probably didn't deserve to die.

In the same ward, Jian Zirui, who was on another bed, said in a low voice and with a dark look in her eyes, "I just want to know where He Jingtong is now."

"Have you blocked the traffic points? Are you investigating? After the new S-class spirit appeared, have you submitted a report? What does He Jingtong's grandfather, He Yunian, think about this matter..."

Jian Zirui's words seemed so clear, but her whispered words afterwards made people understand that her thoughts were probably already in a mess at this moment.

"He Jingtong...can he come back?"

I'm afraid everyone who has read the Book of Destiny will think so.

Whether it was He Jingtong lying on the laboratory table in the book of destiny, or the half-human, half-ghost appearance of He Jingtong that they had seen from the very beginning...

Jian Zirui's eyes suddenly became wet.

"What should we do? Teacher. How can we save He Jingtong?"

Where is Fu Zexun? Where is he located, and what intelligence channels do they have to find him...

"It's okay, don't panic." Tan Dong gritted his teeth and hugged Jian Zirui in his arms.

"Nothing will happen to He Jingtong. He is so smart."

"Besides, the Book of Fate said that I would die, but I have survived until now. So He Jingtong, who knew about this early on, must have a way to deal with Fu Zexun."

Tan Dong didn't know whether he was comforting Jian Zirui or comforting himself.

"But it is definitely impossible for us to rely entirely on He Jingtong to save himself, so, later I may have to trouble you to go back to your Taoist temple and ask your master to see if he can calculate the approximate location of He Jingtong..."

This does not mean that the academy has no channels to investigate Fu Zexun's whereabouts. Now that An Lai has come out, it will be a long time before they find him.

But this is too early, and no one knows how long it will take.

Tan Dong could only find an excuse to divert Jian Zirui's attention.

Tan Dong kept touching the black hair on the back of Jian Zirui's head: "Good girl, don't worry, we will definitely be able to rescue him."

Jian Zirui's tears silently soaked Tan Dong's collar.

But can it really be saved?

That one already exists, and even Qi Xueyi can't heal the injured person.

The scene of He Jingtong holding the knife to his own neck was destined to become Jian Zirui's nightmare before he came back.

Qi Xueyi is not much better.

Deep in his memory, the scene of He Jingtong half-kneeling and saying "I'll go with you" was like a button that had been pressed for infinite loop, playing over and over again.

If fate was going to turn out like that sooner or later, then at that moment, would it be that He Jingtong had done everything he could to make the change?

With so many people alive, Qi Xueyi doesn't have to be chosen along with so many people.

So many people are doing well, and Jian Zirui doesn't need to feel sad about why she was not chosen.

The only one who suffered everything was He Jingtong.

It was just him who faced Fu Zexun's malice again and again.

After all, the pain did not last long for them. As long as the worst outcome was not placed in front of everyone, they believed that it was possible to pull everything back together.

It doesn't make sense for He Jingyi to rebel against fate again and again while they enjoy the good results after their fate has been changed.

Now it's just a matter of changing positions, and so many of them are trying to change He Jingtong's fate together.

The news of the reappearance of the S-class spirit and the kidnapping of the eldest grandson of the S-class spiritualist spread among both the official spiritualist organization and the private spiritualist organization.

The former immediately joined forces with An Lai to investigate where Fu Zexun was.

The latter also spread the news of the reappearance of the S-rank spirit to many people who also wanted to gain prestige and fame.

It was just a matter related to a student, but in the blink of an eye, it affected people from all directions.

Until this time, a piece of news had somehow spread in the black market.

It is said: "The reason why the student who was taken away by Fu Zexun was able to mobilize people from all directions so quickly is mainly because the student's own ability and characteristics are too special."

"What ability preference characteristics are so important?"

In the bar, gossipers have already started asking questions.

The person who initiated the conversation coughed and pointed to the various bottles of wine placed on the bar not far away.

"Okay, okay, I get it." The gossiper took the initiative to call the bartender, ordered a lot of good wine, and placed it in front of the man.

The man then said, "I heard that the student's ability is to see the future."

"What do you mean?"

"Like seeing when you're going to die, and when you're going to get rich, that kind of thing."

"It doesn't matter how I feel. If we hang around like this, we might die any day. We are used to living on the edge of a knife, and we are prepared for a sudden death."

"hehe."

Who believes it?

Who would be willing to live on the edge of a knife and be like a bear? Isn't it just for the sake of enjoying financial benefits and the admiration of others?

If you die, you will lose everything.

If you know when you will die and avoid death, won't you be able to enjoy life for a long time?

Who doesn't have a few enemies? If you know when you will die and where you will die, you can get rid of your enemies in advance and your life will be more comfortable.

The prophet's message, the result of the fermentation on the surface, seems so insignificant.

But in fact, countless people began to investigate Fu Zexun secretly.

This group of well-informed people never imagined that the news was released by the official.

When An Lai released this news, he had actually already learned from Qi Xueyi and Jian Zirui that He Jingtong's ability had changed again.

It has become a mysterious power that determines the answer through yes or no.

The fact that one can see one's fate cannot be explored again after it is changed by He Jingtong is something that other teachers take for granted.

But the ability has evolved into verifying the results through yes or no...

I just don’t know whether it’s good or bad.

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Let’s go back to He Jingtong.

Fu Zexun finally came to He Jingtong.

The man repeated what he had said not long ago: "Strength improvement, fighting skills, practical application, these things, can make you willingly become my experimental subject?"

"Then do you know that the control over the artificial spirits I created belongs to me from beginning to end?"

"This means that all your strengthening will ultimately benefit me."

He Jingtong looked at him in confusion: "Why are you saying these things to me?"

"I just want to know, do you know that your idea of ​​becoming stronger was ultimately achieved by me?" Fu Zexun clasped his hands across his chest, looking down at He Jingtong who was sitting on the laboratory table.

A laugh escaped He Jingtong's throat, with a hint of sarcasm in it.

He pointed at the hole in his chest and said indifferently: "Do you think that before this wound heals, your experiment on me will proceed as you imagined?"

"I don't know how many supernatural experiments you have done, but I think you must hope that after I am transformed into a supernatural, I can still maintain my ability and characteristics, that is, the so-called prophecy."

"But do you think you can do it?"

The pit has been dug from the very beginning.

"If you want to conduct experiments on me, you must at least ensure that I, as a test subject, am not a disposable consumable tool."

"Heal me, make me stronger, make my body strong enough for you to do all kinds of experiments without breaking down..."

He Jingtong should have been like a fish on a chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered. But at this moment, he sat on the laboratory table as if he was sitting on a throne that belonged only to him.

"Seriously, these are what you should have done." "What I mean by 'strength improvement, fighting skills, and actual combat application' is that you have to give me everything you have learned in your life, and you have to use all the power and ability you have to help me become stronger."

"Instead of really treating me as a pure experimental subject, doing so-called physical strength training and mental stress resistance training."

He Jingtong was just about to break the invisible cake into pieces and feed it to Fu Zexun's mouth.

But even so, He Jingtong could still see Fu Zexun saying, "But what do you think I should do that on?"

"You are the experimental subject under my control. You are the fish on the chopping block."

He Jingtong was really a little annoyed.

Fu Zexun knew it clearly, but he still said these meaningless nonsense.

"Because you know from the alien Su Qing that I will commit suicide. Because you also know that if I don't cooperate, you will never be able to make me into a legendary existence."

"Because you are so conceited that even if you make me stronger, I will never be able to escape from your grasp."

"Are these words enough?"

If he continued talking nonsense, He Jingtong himself would even worry that he would kill Fu Zexun as soon as possible.

Fu Zexun laughed again: "I knew you were the one who understood me the best."

Up to now, the number of times they have actually met face to face can be counted on one hand.

And every time they come into contact, they are either fighting or on the road to confrontation.

There was no detailed exchange, no serious communication. But even so, He Jingtong knew that he wanted to create that legendary existence.

Rather than the so-called S-level spirit.

Inferring from this, He Jingtong might also know that Fu Zexun was also behind the emergence of the S-level spiritual master and his fame.

A man who is about to turn the two-school league match into a ring game, does he really not know the strength of He Yunian's power?

Moreover, even if he didn't know, Fu Zexun would consider the worst possible outcome.

Seriously speaking, Fu Zexun had already considered the worst possible outcome a long time ago.

Otherwise, why didn't the other school in the dual-school league know the importance of the incident of forty-two A-level supernatural beings?

Fu Zexun knew about He Yunian's danger from the beginning to the end.

Similarly, work backwards from current facts.

After the two-school league match, Fu Zexun was hunted down by He Yunian, which was part of the plan.

The existence of the S-level alien Su Qing, despite his absolutely arrogant characteristics, still had to abide by the rule of not killing He Jingtong, and was forced to submit to the orders set by Fu Zexun...

This means that Fu Zexun himself can control the alien spirit Su Qing.

Similarly, when the lazy spirit, who had neither strong fighting ability nor fighting attitude, died at the hands of He Yunian, he had no sense of self at all.

Otherwise, how could a lazy guy say so much when facing He Yunian.

Let's go back in time. Su Qing, Su Xu's father, died three years ago.

Assuming that the supernatural event following Su Qing's suicide was handled by Fu Zexun, that means that the current existence of the S-class supernatural being Su Qing had already been prepared by Fu Zexun three years ago.

The S-level psychic evolution experiment in the dual-school league is just one of them.

The place where the alien spirit Su Qing is located is another experimental field for the evolution of S-level alien spirits.

In other words, three years ago, Fu Zexun had already been intentionally creating S-level aliens, and was already able to simply control and suppress the consciousness of lazy aliens.

That’s why I was able to obtain so much information about S-rank spirits from the lazy spirits—

In Fu Zexun's heart, the above thoughts were like the Yellow River rushing to the sea.

After a quick flash, all that was left was He Jingtong, who still hadn't communicated with him in detail at the time, knowing everything he had done.

I also know how much courage and ruthlessness it takes for him to do all this.

Although things need to be inferred from the opposite direction, compared to those who are in the world but know nothing, and those who are watching everything but do not know the truth, He Jingtong is the person closest to him, Fu Zexun.

"I will give you everything I have to teach you. I will also screen those wanted fugitives on death row for you in the actual combat field. You will become very strong, and in the end, in all my expectations, you will become..."

"Legend."

Z-level spirits are said to be above S-level.

But that existence exists only in concepts.

Creating an artificial psychic is a problem that has already been solved.

An S-level spirit has lived from three hundred years ago to the present.

Now that he has everything, what else can Fu Zexun do?

What else can he live for?

What should his pursuits and beliefs become so that he can continue to survive in this world...

There are only legends.

Therefore, he would definitely make He Jingtong become an imaginary existence, and for this purpose, he would not hesitate even if it meant giving up everything he had.

Afterwards, Fu Zexun developed a detailed training plan for He Jingtong.

In addition, he even kidnapped a wanted criminal with a nutritionist certificate.

Fu Zexun asked the other party to prepare nutritious food for He Jingtong every day.

He Jingtong was speechless about this. So in this large underground laboratory, He Jingtong took the initiative to challenge Fu Zexun to close combat.

Fu Zexun waved his hand to refuse: "Your body is not strong enough to fight with me. This is not only the difference in ability, but also the distance brought by time."

"But if you don't compete with me, how do you know what level I need to reach to defeat you?" He Jingtong looked at Fu Zexun coldly.

The latter, however, did not care about the provocation implied in He Jingtong's words.

Fu Zexun stood on the training ground and looked at He Jingtong who was standing in the middle of the field. He said calmly: "I don't mind that you want to escape, nor do I care that you just treat me as something you can use."

"But there is one thing you must remember."

"That is, I never regard my own body as the only fighting force I possess."

Fu Zexun's danger to the outside world has always been his ability to create and control artificial spirits.

"Strength is a potential energy

All the potential that belongs to me is my power."

"For example, the alien spirit Su Qing?" He Jingtong asked back.

"That's right." Fu Zexun nodded.

"But I still want to fight with you." He Jingtong actually did not misunderstand this point.

The reason he wanted to fight with Fu Zexun was not only to determine the current gap between him and Fu Zexun, but also to see how long it would take before he could unilaterally use force to hang Fu Zexun up and beat him up.

"I refuse." Fu Zexun curled his lips and said, "What do you think my time is?"

"Playing with the kids?"

He Jingtong, who was treated like a child, looked at Fu Zexun expressionlessly.

Fu Zexun straightened his sleeves and said seriously: "Just let Su Qing accompany you."

The alien Su Qing was originally watching the excitement at the side of the training ground. Upon hearing this, he quickly said, "I refuse!"