"I'm in the Dragon Clan, what the heck is the Naruto Counterattack System?"

"Is everything alright?"

Upon hearing Chu Zihang's words, the man paused for a moment, then couldn't help but chuckle, "If you're so capable of robbing, then go ahead and try."

"However, the consequence of failure is death."

Neither of them spoke again, nor did they look at the gun on the table. They simply stared into each other's eyes, seemingly waiting for the other to make a mistake.

On the table in front of them, a teapot was heated on the tea stand, and the tea leaves could be seen swirling and steam rising from the spout, spreading between the two of them.

"The water's almost boiling," the man broke the silence. "If you were to pour me a cup of tea respectfully, perhaps I'd consider being a little gentler with you?"

"Really?" Chu Zihang's eyelids lowered slightly. "You really are..."

call.

Before he could finish speaking about Chu Zihang, someone behind him seemed to blow a breath on his neck, causing the sensitive hairs on his neck to stand up slightly, and his eyes to subconsciously glance behind him.

In that brief instant, Chu Zihang tensed his body, using his solid horse stance to leverage the ground, and twisted his waist to generate power.

Bang! !

The force surged through his arm, and he shoved the heavy marble table in front of him with a sharp scraping sound as the table was pushed toward the man sitting opposite him.

The marble table slammed into the man's chest with a dull thud, locking his arms underneath. At the same time, the gun on the table slid down to Chu Zihang's feet due to the recoil.

Click.

When the man looked up, his expression changed, and all he could see was the dark muzzle of a gun.

"You really are an arrogant guy." Chu Zihang finished his sentence in a flat tone, "Now, put your hands up, 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 is unlike that of an ordinary child in the intelligence reports." He squinted at Chu Zihang and said, "If you want to shoot, then give it a try."

Chu Zihang's dark eyes flickered slightly as he pointed the gun at the man's face.

"I underestimated you, no, I should say I underestimated you all." The man smiled nonchalantly upon seeing this. "It seems the employer has exposed the operation. There should be another person in this villa."

"Therefore, my opponent is not you, but him, because you have never killed anyone and you will never kill anyone, even if you are holding a gun."

Chu Zihang's hand gripped the handle, his five fingers clenched together and slightly white. He placed one finger on the trigger, feeling a cold, hard touch.

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

"Of course," the man laughed. "I can tell, and I can smell, that you don't have that scent."

"What does it taste like?"

"It's a very cold feeling, the indifference that treats humans like livestock. Killing one or two people makes no difference 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: "Although you seem a bit cold, that coldness is only on the surface. You must be a good child, excellent in both character and academics, and well-behaved and sensible."

"I don't know if anyone told you anything, but I know you know nothing about true power."

"...Perhaps." Chu Zihang nodded frankly. "Then let me see for myself."

"What you call power."

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

The sharp whistling sound was just about to emerge when it was drowned out by the subsequent whirlwind-like noise.

Chu Zihang and the man acted almost simultaneously; the former picked up the broken knife beside him, while the latter drew the dagger from his waist.

Bang! !

The table was overturned by the two of them, their robes were blown so hard they clung to their skin, and the sound was like the whistling of a ribbon.

When the two of them came to a complete stop, they were now locked in a stalemate.

Chu Zihang raised his knife overhead for a downward strike, but the man gripped his wrist tightly.

Chu Zihang caught the dagger the man thrust out with his bare hands. Blood slowly flowed from his clenched fist, dripping onto the ground and splashing red blood flowers, but he still stared calmly into the man's eyes.

But at this moment, a golden light like will-o'-the-wisps emanated from the depths of the man's pupils, and a fierce aura like a spear silently spread out, causing Chu Zihang, who was staring at him, to feel a stinging pain in his eyes, as if something was about to break out of its "cocoon".

The man opened his mouth, and a low chant began, the rhythm quickening until it transformed into a high-pitched recitation.

Chu Zihang felt a chill run through his body. He could feel his breathing becoming increasingly heavy, and the surrounding air becoming more and more solidified, as if he were being squeezed into the gaps of an invisible gel.

"Hmm..."

His breathing became so weak it was almost stagnant, and a feeling of suffocation began to rush into his body, causing his limbs to stiffen.

"Word of Power: Coagulation, this is my power. By compressing the air within my domain, the enemy's movements will slow down, their breathing will become difficult, and their bodies will stiffen. No one can get close to me."

The man said coldly, "Kid, you should be grateful. If your employer didn't want you alive, he would have killed you long ago."

A sickly red flush rose on Chu Zihang's face, and he slowly closed his eyes, seemingly due to suffocation.

At the same time, three or four meters behind the man, a dark figure twitched the corner of its mouth.

This damn Word of Power, why does it have a slowing effect? ​​Is it targeting me?

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

And the fact that they've already forced the other party to use their words of power is enough to prove the target's ability, right?

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

But at that moment, his heart skipped a beat, and the hairs on his body stood on end as he looked at the two people in front of him.

"Holy shit!" Liu Xing blurted out.

Suddenly, Chu Zihang, who had been keeping his eyes closed, slowly opened them. His face remained as hard and cold as a glacier, but his eyes seemed to hold torches thrown into an ancient well!

Blood flowed through the blood vessels and bones like magma, and body temperature rose to a point that could be described as scalding hot.

He recalled the power Qi Xiuyuan had demonstrated to him and felt the active response of the fire elements around him.

Chu Zihang uttered a high-pitched syllable, which resounded like a bell in the man's ear. The air was filled with a heavy, burning atmosphere, and a terrifying power beyond reason was condensing.

"How could you...?"

The man's pupils gradually narrowed as he looked at him, reflecting a shimmering, dreamlike light and flame.

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

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

boom!!!