A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 183 The Pale Martial Artist

Inside the master slayer's apartment, a medical team wearing masks is urgently trying to save him, with various instruments connected to his body.

Meanwhile, a young man with red hair and brown eyes, breathing very lightly, was calmly wiping the blood off the headless master's body with a cotton cloth.

He mainly focused on carefully wiping away the bloodstains on the decapitated master's arms, leaving the bloodstains on other parts of his body to the medical team.

The blood-stained cotton cloth was sealed in a plastic bag. After wiping his hands, the red-haired youth left the busy living room, went to the study, and locked the door.

The curtains in the study were drawn, creating a dimly lit environment. The red-haired youth walked with practiced ease to the bookshelf against the wall and pressed his right index finger on one of the tiles.

After waiting for ten seconds, the seemingly normal tile suddenly dented inwards slightly. A thin layer of blue light swept from the top edge of the tile to the bottom edge, reading the red-haired youth's fingerprints. Suddenly, the floor beneath his feet gave way.

The red-haired youth's figure fell down, the floor flipped, the tiles bounced back, and everything in the study returned to normal.

The secret passage beneath the study was a winding tunnel, like a slide. The red-haired youth slid through the tunnel using the acceleration brought by gravity. When he reached the end of the tunnel, a faint light appeared ahead.

The red-haired youth straightened his back at just the right moment, stood up, and walked out, taking a few steps faster due to inertia.

The dim light shone down from above, and everything in the dark passage was grayish-white. The ceiling here was more than ten meters above the ground.

The passageway leads through green belts, roads, gardens, and public facilities on the surface, which are noisy day and night. Even if an explosion occurs inside the passageway, people on the surface may not feel it.

However, at this very moment, outside the Master of Severing Heads' apartment, Guan Luoyang, who was strolling leisurely, suddenly changed direction.

The path he followed, dragging his suitcase, coincided with the path taken by the red-haired youth underground.

From the moment the headless master was sent inside, Guan Luoyang had been sensing and paying attention to everything that was happening in the apartment, although his sensing ability was not clear enough to describe the faces and expressions of everyone inside the apartment.

However, when the master was seriously injured, someone suddenly walked down the secret passage. Such an obvious abnormality could not escape Guan Luoyang's notice.

While tracking the abnormal individual, Guan Luoyang took out his phone and looked up the past of the headless master.

The descriptions of the Headless Master on ordinary search engines were unremarkable. After thinking for a moment, he logged into the secret website link that Bai Tong had previously sent him.

The introduction here is much more detailed. It mentions that when the Master of Decapitation was young, he was a mercenary on the European battlefield. After arriving in Violet State with a large sum of money to support himself in retirement, he gradually became active as a pure fighter.

He studied Hitoko-ryu karate, a style represented by "Hitoko-ryu Kenjin," which has produced nearly double-digit four-star fighters since the beginning of the last century and is quite famous.

There is a detailed record with pictures of every match the Headless Master participated in in Violet State. He suffered several defeats, but after recovering from serious injuries, he reappeared and was even more improved than before.

Guan Luoyang looked up the heavy gunner's biography again and muttered to himself, "He should have had a much longer story than the heavy gunner..."

He followed the man and had already crossed half a block, arriving at the edge of Goldfinch Island.

As the wealthiest region in the entire Violet State, the island's edges are protected by concrete seawalls and metal railings, except for a few deliberately left docks and bridges.

Inside the dike, there was a large grassy area where several couples sat chatting and enjoying the sea breeze.

One of the blond boys with freckles suddenly jumped up, yelled at the waves, and called out the long full names of Boston aristocratic children to express his love for his girlfriend.

His shouting voice perfectly overlapped with the electronic voice coming from the base ten meters underground.

"Attention! Someone acting suspiciously has been spotted approaching. We are reviewing the surveillance footage."

The red-haired youth stood in front of a solid metal sliding door and saw that the screen in the upper right corner of the door was divided into many images, which were surveillance videos of various road sections.

These images pieced together the places Guan Luoyang had walked, and his trajectory completely overlapped with the red-haired youth's underground trajectory.

Finally, the entire screen was pieced together to form an enlarged image of Guan Luoyang.

"Alert! Calculations show there is a greater than 95% chance the target is being deliberately followed, indicating the existence of Laboratory Four has been discovered."

The red-haired youth looked surprised but not panicked. He shouted at the screen, "Call all defense personnel! Let me in immediately to assist in transferring the data!"

The metal door was quickly upgraded, and electronic voices rang out continuously.

"Defense facilities have been activated."

Bang! ! !

The red-haired youth looked back and saw that about twenty meters behind him, the ceiling of the secret passage was violently caved in.

The severely deformed gray-white metal barrier quickly cracked under the force of the second downward pressure, scattering a mixture of shattered concrete and damp black soil.

Sunlight streamed in, revealing a figure with black hair and brown eyes, wearing a trench coat.

"Ordinary road surveillance wouldn't normally pose a threat and wouldn't raise my suspicions, but your management system can actually synthesize this data in real time and deduce my intentions. The technology is truly fascinating."

Guan Luoyang smiled at the red-haired youth. "Having such authority, yet still acting so furtively, makes me even more curious."

Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap! !!!

In a second, half a second, or even less, flames simultaneously spewed from numerous holes in the walls on both sides.

Without the slightest hesitation or inquiry regarding Guan Luoyang's arrival, they immediately set their sights on killing him. A large number of bullets poured out, repeatedly bouncing and colliding, turning the entire passage into a death zone filled with a storm of metal in the blink of an eye.

However, the definition of a "death territory" depends on the specific target it is designed for.

For Guan Luoyang now, facing such a scene, all he needs to do is activate his protective inner energy and casually pull on his trench coat to cover his head and face.

The combat life fibers within the divine garment harden on their own, and all bullets that strike it are transformed into thin copper sheets while simultaneously scattering sparks.

The red-haired youth rolled on the spot and escaped behind the metal door. He took three steps back, knelt on one knee, and with a single, powerful strike, severed the floorboards.

With a sickening metallic creak, he ripped off half a floorboard, revealing a red button underneath.

The figure, concealed by a beige trench coat, easily traversed the distance with two steps amidst the metal storm. He reached out with one hand, supporting the metal door, and withstood the immense force of the motor turning and the gears meshing, lifted the metal lifting door.

The red-haired youth pressed the red button, and a laser beam shot out diagonally, burning a hole in the ground below the metal door.

But Guan Luoyang was no longer where he was. With a swift movement, he grabbed the red-haired youth by the shoulder and lifted him up.

The true energy penetrated the body and sealed many of the red-haired youth's acupoints.

Guan Luoyang held the man up in his right hand and turned to look inside.

The room is filled with many impressive-looking instruments, which appear to be made of four main materials: transparent glass, high-strength white plastic, ceramic, and silver-white metal.

Glass conduits connect various parts, and several suspended spheres contain mostly blue liquid, constantly emitting blue smoke, which is then guided by the glass tubes to a deeper room.

Before Guan Luoyang could walk over, several bald figures in tight-fitting clothes jumped out of the deeper room.

Their skin tones varied, their appearances differed, and their physiques varied, but their movements all exuded the sharp and fierce aura of karate masters.

The pale-skinned, bald man with a fierce face at the very front unleashed a powerful strike, like a bear's paw, as sharp as a broadsword or a spear, striking the air in front of him with a thunderous roar, aiming straight for Guan Luoyang's chest.

The more people use karate, the more powerful the thunderbolt strikes the palm!

Judging by the skill level of this move alone, it's almost on par with the master of decapitation.

Guan Luoyang was struck in the chest, causing his forward steps to halt.

The rest of the group seized the opportunity, leaping and lunging forward, surrounding him from all sides, all using their hips to spread out and their knees to spread wide, unleashing powerful punches.

The more people practice karate, the more their hands break through iron!

More than a dozen fists struck various parts of Guan Luoyang's body, but they quickly realized something was wrong.

Forget about hitting the torso, their fists couldn't even touch the clothing. In front of each fist, there was a pure blue light, as hard as steel and as white as jade, solidifying and obstructing them.

"The same fighting style, the same killing intent."

Guan Luoyang's protective aura suddenly trembled, and everyone around him was thrown away.

The bald, burly man who was the first to attack him received the fiercest counterattack. His finger bones cracked as his wrists, elbows, and shoulders collided, and he was nearly thrown backward.

As his right shoulder moved back, he raised his left leg.

The kick, which involved changing speed and direction, seemed to be aimed at Guan Luoyang's knee, but the real killing power came from the toe strike on Guan Luoyang's kidney area after the change of direction.

Unfortunately, just as he lifted his foot, Guan Luoyang circled his right foot, stepped on the instep, and stomped down, forcefully pulling his entire body back.

"ah!!"

The bald, burly man was originally taller than Guan Luoyang, but due to the excruciating pain in his hands and feet, when he was dragged in front of Guan Luoyang, he seemed much shorter and thinner than Guan Luoyang, who was radiating a blue aura.

"He seems to have high fighting spirit, but in reality, he's just like the guillotine master..."

"There's no story behind your boxing style."

As these words were spoken, the blue afterimage shifted horizontally, moving around at incredible speed and subduing everyone around it.

The electronic alarm sounded repeatedly, but when Guan Luoyang found something that looked like a computer hub and slapped it with a flash of light, the shrill alarm stopped abruptly.

In fact, the reason why Guan Luoyang was particularly concerned about the situation of the headless master and followed him directly was because when he used "Silent Listening to the Mortal World" to sense the final blow in the fighting arena, he noticed something very discordant.

At that moment, both the Master of Severance and the Heavy Gunner were extremely excited, their minds focused and vibrant, as they threw themselves into the battle and unleashed their best moves.

Anyone who watched that battle, or even monitored it with their mental abilities, would only marvel at the unwavering fighting spirit of the two fighters.

However, Guan Luoyang's ability to "listen to the mortal world" is a more profound spiritual power. When the emotions of those two people are so intense, what he can "hear" is not only their current state, but also vaguely sense their past stories.

The story of the heavy gunner is tortuous, intense, and even cruel, like a high-pitched melody composed of blood red, darkness, gold, and a touch of warm yellow.

The headless master, who was theoretically more senior than the heavy gunner, older than him, and more experienced in combat, presented what he did at that moment was a monotonous and dull syllable.

Compared to the heavy-hitting gunner, the past of the decapitated master seems blurry and distorted. The colorful and dramatic life recorded on the website is shrouded in a thick, pale shadow.

Guan Luoyang felt as if he were watching a fellow competitor, who was giving his all to demonstrate courage and ambition, shedding blood and passion, and engaging in a decisive battle filled with exhilarating spirit against a seemingly evenly matched opponent.

In the end, it was discovered that all the efforts had been wasted on a dummy, an opponent whose exterior was as blazing as steel, but whose interior was filled with pale, rotten wood.

This kind of fighting competition is simply an insult to fighting and the word "martial arts".

How could this not make Guan Luoyang, who had come to this city specifically to seek "battle," feel somewhat irritated?!

After dealing with these people, Guan Luoyang dragged the red-haired youth towards a deeper room, where there was no sign of enemy activity, but several slow heartbeats could be heard.

A light blue mist drifted along the floor as Guan Luoyang stepped into the cooler, cleaner place.

Twenty or thirty glass capsules, reaching all the way to the ceiling, stand here. Some are filled with blue liquid, while others contain human bodies of teenagers or even children, which are wrapped, connected, and immersed in the blue liquid through tubes.

Their heartbeats were so vibrant, yet they hovered there like countless blank, lifeless corpses.

The glass windows were also covered with different labels, some of which featured color photos of adults dressed in different clothes and with facial features from all over the world.

On one of the control glass cabins, the photo looked somewhat familiar. Guan Luoyang took a closer look and realized that it was the heavy artilleryman who should still be lying in the emergency room.

Although I lack in-depth knowledge of technology, such a scene, with just a little thought, can be summed up in only a few possibilities.

Guan Luoyang threw the red-haired youth to the ground and looked down at him.

"Oh, a clone?"

(End of this chapter)