Esoteric Buddhism: To live as king in America

The long-accumulated tentacles sprang out from Mian's sleeves once more, attacking the short, stout policeman with incredible speed.

However, this thrust, which was as powerful as a pistol, was easily dodged by the seemingly short, stout, and slow-witted policeman.

Then a purple light flashed in his hand, and the black poisonous stinger instantly severed the tip of the tentacle. It then turned and slashed towards Mian.

Under the effects of the speed-enhancing spell, Mian couldn't see the police officer's movements clearly at all, and was unable to swing his dagger to block him.

but……

Mian gritted his teeth and protected his vital parts with both hands. With a piercing clang of metal striking metal, the short, stout policeman's poisoned dagger struck Mian's arm, but did not penetrate even an inch, as if blocked by armor suspended a centimeter above his skin.

Successful.

Mian grinned.

Not all superhumans are Matt; the vast majority of superhumans active in this city are only at the level of Orger.

The sacred armor could withstand Org's attack, so it wasn't unimaginable that it could withstand the attack from the short, stout policeman in front of him—even if he used a move almost identical to Matt's.

Seeing that Mian had blocked the attack with his bare hands, the short, stout policeman looked surprised.

"You don't seem like a 'lackey,' you're a 'smith'?"

He said this in a voice that seemed to have a lisp, and Mian only gave him a mocking smile.

"you guess."

Mian uttered those two words. Then, with the immense strength of the short, stout policeman, he was sent flying.

No matter how much he uses his cheat-like abilities to become a master, physically he is still just a mortal. But that's enough.

The agile Ain had already disappeared into the alley with Carol and the skuas.

Seeing that they had escaped safely, Mian breathed a sigh of relief.

But this moment of relaxation was fleeting. The short, stout policeman's face, charred and twisted, was a mixture of cruelty and impatience; he had clearly realized Mian's true intention in trying to stall him.

"Enough with the little tricks!"

The short, stout policeman growled, and the black thorn, dripping with purple venom, shot up again, this time even faster. Mian could even smell the nauseating, sweet-smelling odor emanating from the venomous thorn.

Mian dared not take it head-on and immediately activated the spell that had already been engraved on his body.

Countless tiny, viscous, blood-red bubbles, tinged with a faint reddish hue, gushed forth again from the wounds and pores of his arm, like boiling blood mist, instantly spreading around him and forming several blurry, distorted bubble phantoms with outlines similar to his own, staggering away in different directions.

"Hmph, a mere trick."

A sharp glint flashed in the short, stout policeman's eyes, seemingly showing utter disdain for this deception. He paused slightly, then his wrist, gripping the poisoned dart, jerked violently at an uncanny angle.

A condensed, almost tangible purple venomous light, like a venomous snake's tongue, instantly tore through the pervasive blood mist.

It did not attack blindly, but precisely bypassed all the bubble illusions, and with a piercing sound, it stabbed straight at the location where Mian's true form was hiding.

Mian's pupils contracted sharply. The opponent's speed and precision far exceeded his expectations, and he had no time to react.

Now that we know you're a "smith," this attack won't miss again.

The short, stout policeman's hoarse voice was filled with deadly confidence, the tip of the venomous stinger almost within reach.

At this critical moment, a dark shadow, like a cannonball hurled by an invisible force, carrying a strong stench of corpses and the scent of candle incense, slammed into the face of the short, stout policeman.

It was the same living corpse that had previously entangled Li Zhaoning.

The short, stout policeman was clearly caught off guard by the sudden attack and could only hastily swing his arm to block. The zombie struck his arm with a sickening cracking sound, then burst open like a sack filled with filthy liquid.

Rotten flesh, black blood, shattered bone fragments, and an even stronger, more intoxicating, strange candle incense scent filled the air.

The blood mist created by the exploding corpses once again plunged the entire scene into a state of confusion.

Faced with the explosion of the corpse, Mian instinctively stepped back. Just as he was still in shock, a cool and strong hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"What are you standing there for! Let's go!"

It is Li Zhaoning.

She had somehow broken free of the pursuer and darted out of the shadows to the side. Her face was pale, and her forehead was covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

Seeing that Mi An was unharmed, she did not pause at all and quickly made a sweeping motion in the air with her other hand.

A faint, almost imperceptible flash of silver light appeared.

A small, gray-black snake, no thicker than a finger, was precisely cut in two by a silken thread—only then did Mian realize that the snake had been lying in a hidden place, observing its every move.

"Aww!"

Almost at the same moment the small snake was severed, the short, stout policeman, who was frantically wiping the filth off his face, suddenly let out a piercing, agonizing scream, as if his soul had been torn apart.

"quick!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Li Zhaoning seized this precious moment, grabbed Mi An, and plunged headlong into a narrower, dark alleyway filled with garbage.

The two fled for their lives through the maze-like back alleys. Their hurried footsteps echoed in the narrow space, mingling with their heavy breathing.

Behind him, the short, stout policeman's painful and angry roars, along with the sporadic gunshots and shouts of mercenaries in the distance, clung to him like a leech.

"Watch out on the left!"

Li Zhaoning suddenly shouted.

Mi An instinctively turned to the side, and a dark shadow, carrying a strong stench of corpses and candle incense, pounced out from behind an abandoned wooden crate on the left, its rotting claws aimed straight for Li Zhaoning's back.

Without turning his head, Li Zhaoning flicked his wrist, and several silver threads, like venomous snakes, instantly coiled around the lunging zombie, hurling it against a nearby brick wall. The zombie crashed into the wall with a muffled thud, temporarily incapacitated. But the eerie candle incense lingered, appearing with every attack, like some kind of tracking mark.

"Damn it, this is never going to end!"

Li Zhaoning gritted his teeth and cursed, pulling Mi An along as they continued their frantic run. Using the flexibility of the silken threads, they constantly changed direction, weaving through piles of garbage, holes in walls, and clotheslines. After dodging two more attacks from the zombies, the sounds of their pursuers behind them seemed to have finally fallen behind.

Li Zhaoning abruptly pushed open a half-closed, rusty iron door, pulled Mi An inside, and quickly closed the door again. Inside was a small, abandoned storage room, filled with the smell of rust and dust; the space was cramped but temporarily safe.

"Huff... huff..."

Mian leaned against the cold iron wall, panting heavily. Sweat mixed with the filth from before made him look disheveled.

"Let's take a break."

Mi An heard Li Zhaoning's voice. He seemed to sense Mi An's current predicament and said:

"Ain is a clever child; she's not so easy to catch."

Mian remained silent for a moment, but finally nodded. He needed to rest after all.

After catching her breath, Mi An stood up, about to ask about Li Zhaoning's condition, when her gaze suddenly froze.

But Li Zhaoning, who had just told him to rest, was now leaning against the wall, one hand pressed against his abdomen, his face even paler than before, his forehead covered with fine cold sweat, and his breathing becoming rapid and disordered.

Where she pressed, the dark clothing had a tear, and a faint dark damp stain was seeping out.

Are you injured?

Mian's heart sank, and she hurriedly stepped forward.

"Tsk, I was careless..."

Li Zhaoning took a breath and forced a smile, but her voice was weak.

"I was ambushed and caught by that zombie that fell from the sky at the beginning."

She released her hand from the wound and lifted the torn corner of her clothes. Three deep, bone-revealing scratches grotesquely tore through her once fair and smooth skin on her left side.

The skin around the wound had an unsettling grayish-brown color, as if it had lost its vitality, and was slowly oozing dark red blood.

"There's something wrong with those zombie claws. They can not only cut my skin, but they also contain some substances that prevent my wounds from healing naturally."

Li Zhaoning leaned against the wall as she explained, but a confident smile still flashed across her face.

"But don't worry."