The big man, whose face was directly slammed into the ground, had a blurry vision in front of him, and for a moment, he couldn't feel the pain in his face pressed against the ground; he only felt various senses rushing over, followed by a certain numb helplessness intertwined.
But even so, the thought was still swirling in his mind: “How do spiritual energy users fight?”
“No, my body has already undergone elementalization! How did he catch me?”
He always felt that if he couldn't figure out these two questions, he would surely die with his eyes open, and then… he really did die with his eyes open.
His head was completely pressed to the ground, and then it was directly smashed into a large blood pancake by a close-range spiritual energy pulse.
This strong man could use an elementalized body, likely activating a Star Ring like “Driving” or “Co-fusion,” and his strength should be at least two rings or above. However, this guy was clearly self-taught, instinctively believing that elementalizing his body meant invincibility. But in reality, the so-called elementalization of low-ring spiritual energy users is incomplete; many important parts, such as the head, cannot be completely changed. Once an enemy grasps these vital points, there is no chance to even fight back.
If he had a reliable teacher, he would have been told that elementalizing the body is for defense, not for charging recklessly into the enemy formation.
However, Yu Lian was really too lazy to answer such things; it was better to send the other party to the universe spirit to ask for himself.
Since the showy man in the white suit just now called these two “Masters,” it had already indirectly revealed their identities.
Foolish idealists can barely be seen as a problem of value theory and methodology, and common ground should still be sought. But cults are truly a problem of worldview, and there is no room for compromise. Since they were encountered, it was best to kill them off. The more that were killed, the cleaner the world would become.
Yu Lian straightened up, threw aside the glove stained with blood foam, and then, with an acceleration, rushed towards the other person who was supporting the light screen.
This light screen, like the ability displayed by Major Nani during the boarding operation in the Xiwei Star Region campaign, is a skill called “Spiritual Energy Shield.” It can be mastered by the “Blood Road” branch of warriors, the “Spirit Possession” branch of believers, the “Judgment” branch of sentinels, and both paths of the Guardian, making it a relatively common spiritual energy combat technique.
Although it is a common skill, it is very useful. A true spiritual energy master can continuously extend it to form a Spiritual Energy Great Wall protecting tens of thousands of people, and can also continuously compress it to protect themselves, even withstanding the main cannon of a Dreadnought.
However, it was clear that this person's shield-playing level was not very high; he could only deploy a two-meter by two-meter barrier, protecting himself and the car behind him. Under the kinetic impact of dense bullet rain, he couldn't even move forward.
Compared to Major Nani, who created a shield covering the entire Dreadnought passage, enduring hundreds of enemies' firepower bombardment, and still able to charge forward, there was truly a realm-level difference!
Yes, they were both two-ring, but such a realm difference did exist.
In game terms, the number of rings truly only represents the mana bar and level; it truly cannot represent strength, at least not absolutely.
This cultist's strength was truly mediocre, because by deploying the shield, he even lost the ability to counterattack with spiritual energy techniques. However, this guy's mind was still quite agile; although he couldn't counterattack with spiritual energy, he still pulled out a large multi-functional pistol that could fire bolts from his overcoat.
He completely failed to notice that his comrade's face had already been rubbed raw on the floor. At the moment, he just sneered a few times at the densest part of the crowd, then pointed the pistol diagonally towards the sky, preparing for a lobbed shot.
However, before he could pull the trigger, he suddenly felt his scalp tingle. In an unguarded moment, he saw a figure leap directly over the top of the shield he had deployed.
Before he could react, a dark, oppressive knee appeared in his line of sight, getting closer and closer to him, and then slammed directly into his forehead.
He only felt as if he had been struck by a knee, making him dizzy, and his three souls seemed to have lost their seven spirits. Immediately after, his entire body felt as if it had entered a water-land ritual, with the qing, cymbals, and nao all ringing incessantly.
However, this guy was clearly on a tank route, and his physical quality was still decent. Although he was hit so badly, he only stumbled and managed not to fall. However, before he could stand firm, his leg went soft again, as he had already been stomped on the knee.
His body instinctively tilted forward, his head bowed, his mouth opened, but before he could even let out a scream, he found his mouth right at the muzzle of a pistol.
“This, this, this…” This cult “Master” was truly dumbfounded. He had actually considered how he would die before: it should be in a battle worthy of being recorded in history, fighting a spiritual energy master for three days and three nights, and finally losing by a narrow margin.
Shouldn't a spiritual energy user have such an epic way of ending?
“Pfft…” The muzzle fired in his mouth, the sound was muffled, but the power was amplified to the extreme. His head instantly shattered into a bloody mess of fragments.
However, the red, white, and yellow scattered flesh that splattered out was pushed away by the open spiritual energy barrier, not a single bit touching the perpetrator.
“Gulp!” The Kuki-gumi onlookers swallowed hard. Everything happened too quickly; they could only see two spiritual energy masters suddenly turn into headless corpses, the process in between completely unclear.
But precisely because of this, it seemed especially terrifying.
“This, this…” Sixth Uncle looked at the nonchalant Yu Lian, trembled with fright, and quickly pondered whether he had been impolite when he greeted him just now.
Autumn Mountain Yawata continued to push his glasses expressionlessly, a calm demeanor as if everything was within his expectations.
Unfortunately, a certain uncontrollable emotion of envy, jealousy, and hatred transformed into a longing yet unattainable sorrow, flashing in his eyes. In an instant, countless words and thoughts had passed through the small eyes behind his glasses.
In just ten short seconds, two spiritual energy users died on the spot, so quickly that the smug smile of the white-suited man sitting in the car hadn't even had time to change.
And then, the smug smile just froze on his face, appearing particularly twisted.
Hereili's thinking was very direct. Although he was an ordinary person, he had witnessed the combat power of spiritual energy users and had a certain understanding of mystical knowledge. In his opinion, spiritual energy users were superhumans, and two two-ring “Masters” were more than enough to deal with the forty or fifty people Present.
This was his biggest trump card in this operation!
However, when his biggest trump card was torn into a pile of shredded paper before it could even be used, he neither screamed nor shed tears of pain; instead, he completely lost the ability to react and think, feeling only a blankness. It was as if everything that had happened before was an unreal illusion.
After an unknown period, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and the painful twitching sensation finally pulled him out of the unreal state.
The white-suited man, like a frightened small animal, shrank in his seat, gripping the car door tightly, staring blankly through the car window at the hooded man who had just completed a double kill and casually discarded the stained pistol—the so-called “technical consultant.”
His mouth finally twitched, as if he had seen a Leviathan trapped in human form.
“In, intelligence error! Does Kuki-gumi have such a master? Why have I never heard of it? Wait, I heard their ancestors… could it be that person?” Hereili didn't know if his guess was correct, but no matter which one, he was certain that this must be the most formidable spiritual energy master he had ever seen in his life!
Instantly killing two two-ringers—this was something even the current Parish Bishop and the Dharma Protector in Big Apple City couldn't do!
No, I can't! I must notify them! Hereili reached out to start the vehicle, but his body was still trembling like a shuttle, his fingers quivering slightly, constantly failing to touch the finger scanner.
“Calm down! My right hand!” He told himself, “This car of mine has main battle tank-level armor and shields, don't be afraid! Even, even such a master, it won't be that easy to get me out! Yes, I'll be fine! I will definitely escape!”
He gritted his teeth and prepared to touch the scanner again, but then saw the hooded “star of misfortune” had already strode to his car door and poked the car armor.
“You… I…” Hereili looked at the other person, clearly so scared that he couldn't control his mouth, unable to even speak a complete sentence, but in that instant, he actually managed to force out a fawning smile on his face.
Yes, it was that kind of smile a bank account manager uses when encountering a billionaire or trillionaire tycoon.
In that moment, Hereili was almost moved by his own professionalism and expertise.
“I’m just a runner.” His tongue finally regained control, and he pleaded.
Yu Lian, who was being treated as a “peerless star of misfortune,” still wore his hood, covering half of his face. From the shadows beneath the hood, the corner of his mouth was revealed, curving into a chilling smile: “Oh, you hope I’ll let you off?”
“Yes, yes, you are an extraordinary being, a great spiritual energy master, please don't bother with a mere errand boy like me!”
“Then come down and talk. Based on your sincerity, I will consider whether to let you go.”
Hereili still couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but for some reason, he seemed to truly see those bright eyes. He felt a moment of trance, and instinctively said, “Good, good… Wait, why should I come down?! No, what are you doing to me?!”
Yu Lian pursed his lips, sighing inwardly at his first (in this life) failed attempt at mind control.
Although the guy in the car was a refined scoundrel, his willpower was actually far above the average person's, and with the car's bulletproof glass in between, the efficiency of mind control was somewhat affected.
The failure of mind control made Yu Lian feel a slight mental discomfort for a moment. But immediately after, the Spiritual Vein Circulation, which had already been planted in his sea of consciousness, also activated on its own, and the spiritual energy in the inner circulation instantly repaired this slight backlash.
Yu Lian thought for two seconds, then simply put his hands under the car's chassis, gritted his teeth, and with a mighty pull, roared “Rise!” Then, with a loud “Clang!” sound, he actually flipped the sturdy armored car upside down on the spot.
It must be admitted that directly flipping an armored car weighing over two tons was a bit strenuous for a spiritual energy user's physical functions. Fortunately, it didn't completely overturn.
Yu Lian wiped the sweat from his forehead, let out a long breath, and took out a crumpled pack of lao dao (old blade) from his pocket, but before he could get it out, he saw Sixth Uncle already approaching with a beaming smile, offering a gold-packaged Green Bay torpedo with both hands.
Yu Lian gave the other party a deep look, and smilingly took it.
Autumn Mountain Yawata, meanwhile, opened his information terminal, listening to the news coming from the other side. The look in his eyes behind his glasses once again became distorted.