A Scientific Urban Detective.

Chapter 1079 A Devastating Blow

The attack from the right side of the fire successfully hit its target, just like always.

But this time, it was slightly different from the past.

The "Divine Right" was originally meant to grab Lin Wuming, intending to seize him and punish him.

But no one knew what had happened. It was as if spacetime was distorted around Lin Wuming, and the final result was that the tip of the index finger of a giant right hand was pressed against his chest.

The scene is frozen.

But it doesn't matter, the effect of "Holy Right" is that touching it is equivalent to death.

Lin Wuming was struck as if by a heavy blow; his entire body was like shattered porcelain, cracked with countless tiny wounds, from which blood seeped out.

However, it is still far from the state of "death" as commonly understood.

The "Holy Right" has failed.

Right Fire had no time to be surprised, because Lin Wuming's counterattack also landed on him.

The psychic impact emitted in "bullet time" state is extremely powerful. If it hits, it would be no problem to "perish together" with the fire on the right.

Fortunately, the "Holy Right" once again demonstrated its superior performance, blocking this fatal blow.

The Right Flame was not pleased, for after blocking the attack, the "Holy Right" also collapsed.

At the same time, intense pain overwhelmed his consciousness like a tidal wave.

Fire on the right looked down and saw that his right hand—his own right hand—was twisted and deformed into a strange state. From his fingers to his shoulder blade, every bone was broken into small pieces, measured in centimeters. His skin and muscles had lost their original appearance, and blood was flowing freely. At first glance, it was even more ferocious and terrifying than the "Holy Right."

"..."

Amidst the raging pain, Right Fire remained calm and clear-headed, but he still couldn't comprehend what had just happened in that instant.

Their attacks did hit and were effective, but in the end, both were severely injured; judging by their injuries alone, it was impossible to tell who was in a worse state.

Of course, the worst off were not Lin Wuming and Youfang Zhihuo, but the city they were in, Avignon.

As if struck by a nuclear explosion or a massive earthquake, in that brief moment of silence, this beautiful and elegant tourist city was razed to the ground, leaving only ruins.

The power accumulated in that instant during the endless spiral of the two major mechanisms, "Bullet Time" and "Divine Right," resulted in this outcome after its explosion.

Fortunately, in preparation for the battlefield, the Right Wing had evacuated the city's inhabitants beforehand. Therefore, the destruction of the city did not result in serious casualties.

Besides Lin Wuming and Youfang Zhihuo, there was only one Amakusa-style girl named Wuhe left. Because the battle broke out very quickly and suddenly, Wuhe did not have time to escape far. However, because of this, she was still within Lin Wuming's psychic control range. With Lin Wuming's help, she withstood this devastating impact.

At this moment, Lin Wuming and Youfang Zhihuo were both severely injured, while Wuhe was the one in the best condition.

After regaining her senses, Wuhe didn't have time to be surprised by the destruction of the city; she immediately ran towards Lin Wuming's location.

Ironically, the street where Lin Wuming and Right Fire clashed directly became the only place in the entire city that remained completely intact.

The two bloodied men faced each other, neither making another move, neither willing to fall first.

A faint pink mist surrounded Lin Wuming; it was the blood seeping from his wounds, which was slowly returning to his body under the control of his mental power.

But more blood outlined the shape of psychic power, swirling and circling around him like an indescribable monster baring its fangs and claws.

This is just bluffing!

Wuhe immediately realized that Lin Wuming's current condition was far from good, but the enemy hadn't fallen yet, so he absolutely couldn't show weakness and had to do everything in his power to maintain his deterrent presence. Wuhe's heart tightened; even he could see that Senior Wuming was in poor condition, so the enemy…

The girl gripped the cross-shaped pistol tightly, turned towards the fire on her right, and wanted to help.

It was only then that she realized that the situation of the opposing Right Fire wasn't much better.

His right hand hung limply at his side, drops of blood already pooling at his feet.

But the fire on the right seemed to have forgotten the pain, staring blankly ahead.

Above his right shoulder, the air seemed to have turned into some kind of thick substance, twisted and deformed by an unseen force; a scene strikingly similar to that around Lin Wuming.

Seeing this scene, Wuhe couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine. She wanted to go forward to help Lin Wuming, but she stopped at the edge of the battlefield and couldn't take that step no matter what.

Both of them were clearly exhausted and on the verge of collapsing, but...

—Could it be my imagination?

Wu He gripped his weapon tightly, glancing left and right at Lin Wuming and Youfang Zhihuo—their injuries weren't actually that serious?

However... setting aside the factor of momentum, these two people should theoretically be in a state of serious injury and near death.

Wuhe was also an expert in combat, with ample experience and confidence in such matters, and he was certain he wouldn't make a mistake.

"Wuhe, don't come any closer," Lin Wuming's voice rang in my ears.

Wuhe turned around and saw Lin Wuming looking at him, shaking his head slightly.

As for the fire on the right, it didn't even glance at him, completely ignoring him.

Both sides held similar attitudes, which made Wuhe somewhat unwilling, but she also knew very well that with her strength, she was indeed not qualified to intervene in a battle of this scale.

Perhaps only a female pope who is a saint has this qualification?

Seeing the city ruins around him that had been razed to the ground, Wuhe once again deeply realized the gap in strength.

The extent of their injuries had no direct relation to their ability to continue fighting—the two men before them clearly conveyed this message through their actions.

Wuhe finally realized that the two of them were serious, and that they could fight again at any time, to the death, as long as they seized the right opportunity.

—Oh no, if this continues…

Wu He was caught in a dilemma, and could only pray in his heart that his reinforcements would arrive as soon as possible.

But the worst-case scenario unfolded—the first to arrive were reinforcements from the Roman Catholic Church.

A bright yellow figure flew at high speed from a distance. Noticing her strange attire, Wuhe knew that she was not one of their own.

"Tsk, that's outrageous, the whole city has been destroyed!" The woman descended from the sky riding on a whirlwind.

Even seeing the terrible state of Avignon, she remained unmoved, only offering a token expression of amazement.

"This is going too far. His Holiness the Pope is going to start nagging again. I'm furious." The woman grinned, revealing a wicked smile.

A small cross slipped from her mouth and swayed in the air; the cross was connected by a thin chain, the other end of which was pierced through the tip of her tongue.

(End of this chapter)