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Chapter 44: Word Spirit·Gel, Word Spirit·Jun Yan

"no problem?"

Hearing Chu Zihang's words, the man was stunned for a moment, then he couldn't help laughing and said, "If you have the ability to rob it, then go ahead and try."

"However, the consequence of failure is death."

The two men did not speak again, nor did they look at the gun on the table. They just looked into each other's eyes, as if waiting for the other's flaw.

On the table in front of them, a teapot was heating up. They could see the tea leaves bubbling, and clouds of smoke rising from the spout, spreading between the two of them.

"The water's about to boil." The man was the first to speak, breaking the silence. "If you respectfully pour me a cup of tea, perhaps I'll consider being gentle with you?"

"Really?" Chu Zihang lowered his eyes slightly, "You really are a..."

call.

Before Chu Zihang could finish his words, someone seemed to blow a breath on the man's neck from behind, causing the sensitive hairs on his neck to stand up slightly, and his eyes subconsciously glanced behind him.

In just a short moment, Chu Zihang suddenly tensed his body, took a solid horse stance, and used the ground to gain leverage, twisting his waist with force from the root.

Bang! !

The explosive force was transmitted to his arms, and he suddenly pushed the heavy marble table in front of him. A sharp scratching sound was heard, and the table was pushed towards the man sitting opposite.

The marble table hit the man's chest with a dull thud, trapping his arms under the table. At the same time, the gun on the table slid in front of Chu Zihang due to the reaction force.

Click.

When the man's face changed and he raised his head, he saw the black muzzle of a gun in front of him.

"You're such a self-righteous guy." Chu Zihang finished the unfinished sentence in a calm tone, "Now, raise your hands high, if you don't want to be killed by your own gun."

The man did not respond. A moment of surprise flashed across his face before he regained his composure.

"Your strength isn't like the average kid described in the intelligence." He squinted at Chu Zihang and said, "If you want to shoot, then go ahead and give it a try."

Chu Zihang's black eyes flickered slightly, and he pointed the gun at the man's face.

"I underestimated you. No, I should say I underestimated all of you." The man smiled nonchalantly and said, "I guess our employer has exposed our actions. There must be another person in this villa."

"So, my opponent is not you, but him, because you have never killed anyone and you will not kill anyone, even if you hold a gun in your hand."

Chu Zihang's hand grasped the handle, his five fingers clenched together and slightly whitened, and he placed one finger on the trigger, feeling a cold and hard touch in his hand.

"Are you sure?" He didn't pull the trigger. "Are you sure I won't kill you?"

"Of course," the man smiled. "I can tell. I can smell it. You don't have that smell."

"What is the taste?"

"It's a very cold feeling, the indifference of treating humans as livestock. Killing one or two people is the same to them. The more people they kill, the deeper this indifference becomes, until they believe they are no longer human."

Looking into Chu Zihang's eyes, the man remained calm and said, "Although you look a little cold, it's just superficial. You must be a good child, good in both character and study, and well-behaved and sensible."

"I don't know if anyone has told you anything, but I know you have no idea of true power."

"...Maybe." Chu Zihang nodded calmly, "Then let me see it for myself."

"Your so-called strength."

As soon as he finished speaking, the tea on the tea table boiled.

The sharp whistling sound was about to peak when it was drowned out by the sound like a tornado. Chu Zihang and the man acted almost at the same time. The former picked up the broken knife beside him, and the latter drew the dagger from his waist.

Bang! !

The table was overturned by the two of them together, the clothes were blown tight against the skin, and the sound was like a swinging silk thread.

When their figures stopped again, they were already in a complete stalemate.

Chu Zihang raised the knife over his head and chopped it down, but the man grabbed the wrist holding the knife tightly.

The dagger that the man stabbed was also caught by Chu Zihang with his bare hands. Blood slowly flowed out from his clenched fist and dripped onto the ground, splashing red blood. However, he still looked into the man's eyes calmly.

But at this moment, a ghostly golden light floated out from the depths of the man's pupils, and a fierce aura like a spear spread silently, making Chu Zihang, who was looking at him, feel a stinging pain in his eyes, as if something was about to break out of the "cocoon".

The man opened his mouth and began to chant in a low voice, which became faster and faster until it turned into a high-pitched chant.

Chu Zihang felt cold all over. He could feel his breathing becoming heavier and the air around him becoming more and more solidified, as if being squeezed into the gap of an invisible gel.

"Ho..."

The air flow of his breath was so weak that it almost stagnated. The feeling of suffocation began to quickly surge into his body, and his limbs began to become stiff.

"Word Spirit: Gelation. This is my power. I compress the air around me. The enemy's movements will slow down, their breathing will become difficult, and their bodies will become stiff. No one can get close to me."

The man said in a cold tone: "Boy, you should be thankful. If your employer didn't want you alive, I would have killed you long ago."

A sickly red appeared on Chu Zihang's face, and he slowly closed his eyes as if he was suffocating.

At the same time, an inky black shadow about three or four meters behind the man twitched its mouth.

Why does this crappy word spirit have a slowing effect? Is it targeting me?

"Although the mission requires the protection target to exercise subjective initiative, if something really happens to this kid, that little monster and the captain will probably beat me to death."

And since he has forced the other party to use the power of words, isn't that enough to prove the target's ability?

Thinking of this, Liu Xing, who was in the invisible state of Mingzhao, slowly raised the gun in his hand.

But at this moment, his heart suddenly skipped a beat, the hairs all over his body stood up, and he looked at the two people in front of him.

"Fuck." Liu Xing blurted out.

Chu Zihang, who had originally closed his eyes, slowly opened them. His face was still as hard and cold as a glacier, but his eyes looked like torches thrown into an ancient well!

The blood flowed through the blood vessels and bones like magma, and the body temperature rose to a level that could be described as boiling hot.

He remembered the power that Qi Xiuyuan had demonstrated to him, and also felt the active response of the fire elements around him.

Chu Zihang uttered a high-pitched syllable, which rang in the man's ears like a huge bell. The air was filled with a strong burning smell, and a terrifying force beyond common sense was condensing.

"How could..."

The man's pupils gradually shrank as he looked at him, reflecting the illusory light and flame of the glass.

An even more terrifying force shattered the strength he was proud of.

It's as easy and casual as popping a balloon.

boom! ! !
(End of this chapter)