Simultaneously traversing from Type-Moon

He knew that once he was caught by that person, all the magic traps he had set up in the small square would be wasted.

He deliberately chose this spot, hoping the magician would walk right into his trap, but to his utter surprise, the magician didn't even step inside, instead pulling him straight out.

No! We have to stop!

He had sharp eyes and spotted a lamppost on the side of the road ahead.

In the critical moment, he suddenly activated the magic circuit, circulated the small source within his body, and launched an enhancement magic to instantly increase the strength of his arms and torso.

Just as his body flew past the lamppost, he stretched out his hands with all his might and clung tightly to the lamppost.

"Sizzle—" The sound of clothes being torn.

His body jerked suddenly due to inertia and finally came to a stop, clinging tightly to the lamppost like a koala clinging to a tree.

"Huff...huff..." He was panting heavily, just about to catch his breath and climb down the lamppost, or perhaps take the opportunity to launch a counterattack...

At this moment, the suction suddenly increased several times.

That force was pulling not only his body, but also his bones, internal organs, and blood, as if it were being dragged toward the source.

His arms, gripping the lamppost, creaked and his joints groaned.

Not far away, Du Can was somewhat surprised to see Huang Renjie clinging to a street lamp, but that was all.

The concept of the Battle Cyclone was activated at full power, and all 108 magic circuits in his body lit up simultaneously, instantly multiplying the suction force in his palms several times over.

"Absorb Palm - a force of a thousand pounds! I'll see if you can withstand this."

Huang Renjie felt as if his body was about to be torn apart.

He clung desperately to the lamppost, but the force grew stronger and stronger, so strong that his fingers slipped off one by one, and his shoulder joints made an ominous "crack" sound.

My arm is dislocated.

The next second, his body flew up again.

This time, there were no more obstacles.

He watched helplessly as he flew towards the man, his speed increasing and the distance closing. In half a second, or even less, he would fall into the man's hands.

Huang Renjie hardened his heart. He had to fight! If he didn't fight now, he wouldn't even have a chance to fight.

He channeled the remaining magical energy into his right leg, strengthening it to its limit, preparing to use the opponent's suction force to accelerate him and unleash a powerful flying kick at the last moment to knock his opponent over. Then he would rush back to the small square and activate his counterattack.

The distance is getting closer and closer.

It's now!

Huang Renjie launched a flying kick, sending a whistling sound as he aimed at Du Can's face.

Then he saw a fist the size of a clay pot smash straight into his face.

The sound was dull and crisp.

Huang Renjie's vision went black, and he passed out cleanly and decisively.

Du Can shook his fist, glanced down at Huang Renjie lying unconscious at his feet, and casually remarked, "A complete weakling, thinking he's Wong Fei-hung."

From the moment Du Can made his move to the moment Huang Renjie fell to the ground, it only took two or three seconds.

Wang Wei stood there dumbfounded, his mouth slightly open and his eyes wide open.

Before he could even react, before he could even stand up from behind the bushes, his long-awaited "rival showdown" was already over.

Is Huang Renjie too weak, or is this Brother Du too strong?

"Hey, snap out of it." Du Can patted Wang Wei on the shoulder. "That group of people in the square are still waiting for you to deal with them."

Wang Wei suddenly turned his head and looked towards the small square; the scene was completely chaotic.

"Huh? Where did Dr. Huang suddenly go?"

"It looks like it flew away?"

"These medicines... if no one wants them, I'll take them!"

"Why should you take it? It's mine!"

"mine!"

"Don't try to take it! I saw it first!"

The long red table was overturned on the ground, and various medicine bottles were scattered all over the place. A group of elderly men and women pushed and shoved each other, bending over to grab the medicine, completely forgetting the eloquent "Master Huang" from just now.

The scene was as lively as a discount sale at a farmers' market.

Du Can watched this scene from a distance and exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, "No one cares that Huang Renjie has disappeared. It's truly something to celebrate."

"What's there to be happy about!" Wang Wei finally came to his senses, his voice tinged with despair. "What about the epic battle I envisioned? What about the soul-controlling technique I prepared with silver needles? I—"

He glared fiercely at the unconscious Huang Renjie on the ground, then raised his head and looked at Du Can with resentful eyes. His eyes were full of "It's all your fault".

Then he grabbed the small cloth bag containing the silver needles and strode towards the small square, gritting his teeth as he ran: "It shouldn't have been like this! Damn it—"

Du Can watched Wang Wei's retreating figure, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He turned Huang Renjie over on the ground to confirm that he was just unconscious, then squatted by the roadside, leisurely waiting for Wang Wei to deal with the group of elderly people who were scrambling for the fake medicine.

Chapter 23 Stripping Away the Keys of Thought

Afterwards, Wang Wei went to the square and began to administer acupuncture to the crowds who were scrambling for the fake medicine.

The silver needles were inserted into the acupuncture points, and in conjunction with his unique magic circuit, a faint, invisible wave spread through the crowd.

Before long, the elderly men and women who had been dazed and scrambling for medicine stopped what they were doing, and their eyes gradually cleared.

Wang Wei took the opportunity to explain to them: "These medicines are all fake and have no therapeutic effect. Taking them will not only fail to cure your illness, but will also harm your health and even shorten your lifespan."

However, the onlookers were not convinced.

The reason they took this drug was not only because they were under Huang Renjie's hypnotic magic, but also because the hallucinogenic components in the drug gave them the illusion that it was "effective" during long-term use, and they had long believed in the "Heavenly Resurrection Pill".

Some even turned around and criticized Wang Wei: "What do you know, young man? Dr. Huang's recipe is a family secret, and my back pain has disappeared after taking it!"

Left with no other option, Wang Wei resorted to some supernatural means. He secretly released a mind magic spell with a very small range, implanting a gentle yet firm belief in everyone's minds: "Wang Wei is right, this medicine is fake."

A few seconds later, the elderly men and women nodded and said, "Oh, I see. Then we can't take this medicine." They then dispersed.

Wang Wei breathed a sigh of relief and walked back to the bushes next to the small square. Du Can was leaning against a tree, twirling a bottle of fake medicine he had taken from Huang Renjie, looking at it listlessly.

"Is everything resolved?" Du Can asked.

"It's settled." Wang Wei nodded, but then his tone became somewhat reproachful, "Brother Du, didn't you say I was the one to come? How come you took care of him so easily?"

Du Can tossed the fake medicine bottle at Huang Renjie and clapped his hands: "I told you I'd cover for you. I just checked, and there are a lot of things buried underground in that small square. If you dare to walk in carelessly, you'll most likely suffer. To prevent you from getting hurt, I had to act in advance."

Wang Wei was stunned: "How is that possible? I clearly detected it..."

"You were detecting the surface, but did you notice the flow of magic a meter underground?" Du Can glanced at him.

"Although Huang Renjie's combat ability is not very good, his skill in setting traps is quite good. He buried some things under the square. People will not trigger them when they walk on them, but as long as you perform magic on them, those things will be activated immediately and trap you."

Wang Wei's expression gradually changed. He remained silent for a few seconds before whispering, "...Thank you, Brother Du."

Du Can waved his hand and asked again, "I see you really want to fight this fake drug dealer, why?"

Wang Wei raised his head, his gaze resolute: "Because I am a genuine drug dealer."

Du Can glanced at the silver needle tightly gripped in his hand and immediately understood.

Wang Wei's family has practiced medicine for generations, saving lives through genuine traditional Chinese medicine principles and the magic of thought.

Huang Renjie, a fraudster who deceives people with fake medicine and tarnishes the medical profession, is his mortal enemy.

No wonder he could have easily gathered a group of people to gang up on the other party, but he insisted on fighting alone and only asked Du Can to cover for him. He wanted to settle this grudge himself.

Du Can thought for a moment and said, "It's not impossible for you to have a fair fight with him. But the premise is that I first peel off the thought key patterns from his body and take them with me. I'll take the things that need to be handed in for the mission, and I'll leave the person for you to do with as you please."

Awei treated him to a half-day tour and a meal, so he was willing to give him face. Anyway, the Spiral Pavilion only wanted the key to thought, not the person.

Wang Wei's eyes lit up: "Really? That's great! Brother Du, hurry up and get rid of him, I still have some scores to settle with this guy."

Du Can looked down at Huang Renjie, who was still unconscious on the lawn. After searching around, he found that Huang's thought key patterns were attached to his right arm. A faint blue line could be seen under the skin, like a vein.

He examined it for a moment, then reached out to grab the arm, as if he were about to detach the entire arm.

"Wait!" Wang Wei was startled and quickly grabbed him. "Brother Du, what are you doing?"

“Just peel off the thought-chain,” Du Can said matter-of-factly. “If it’s on your arm, just detach the whole arm and take it with you. Isn’t that the simplest and most direct way?”

Wang Wei sighed, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Du Can was not unaware that there were gentler methods. Like magic imprints, thought keys fuse and coexist with a part of the body, and the methods of separation vary in difficulty.

The difficult part is to use specialized magic techniques to peel it off little by little; the simple part is to directly dig the fused parts off the body.

The former is meticulous but time-consuming, while the latter is crude but swift, and can still be dealt with slowly afterwards.

His original plan was to take Huang Renjie directly back to the Spiral Museum and let professionals handle the situation.

But since Wang Wei wanted to have a fair fight with the other party, he could only leave the "person" behind for the time being and take only the "parts".

Anyway, this was a swindler and a fraudulent drug dealer. Du Can felt no remorse for cutting off his arm. The only saving grace was that the other man's thought key was on his arm, not his head.

Wang Wei's lips twitched, and he quickly stopped her: "No, no, no! Let me peel it off, I know how."

Du Can glanced at him: "You've studied this?"

"I've studied it," Wang Wei replied succinctly.

After all, he was a magician who understood acupoints, knew pharmacology, and was familiar with traditional Chinese medicine, so this kind of skill was naturally not unfamiliar to him.

The two men lifted Huang Renjie into the car and took him to Wang Wei's residence.

Wang Wei's home is on the ground floor of an old-style residential building, and it is furnished like a small clinic, complete with Chinese medicine cabinets, acupuncture figures, and all kinds of bottles and jars.

He instructed Du Can to place Huang Renjie on the operating table, then lit mugwort, burned incense to cleanse his hands, and took out a set of exquisite silver scalpels from the drawer.

The whole process lasted nearly an hour.

Wang Wei's technique was skillful. First, he blocked the pain nerves in Huang Renjie's right arm, then he used silver needles to seal the key acupoints, and then he used magic to weave extremely fine "threads" to peel them away little by little along the interface between the mind and the body.

Finally, a clump of tissue, emitting a faint glow and resembling both tree roots and human nerves, was completely extracted.

Wang Wei carefully placed it on a palm-sized glass slide and handed it to Du Can: "All done."