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Chapter 1098: Balance in Advance and Retreat
Chapter 1098: Balance in Advance and Retreat
The man who crushed the steel bead was a middle-aged man in a protective suit, his hair a mix of gray and brown. Despite the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, his cruel expression revealed his advanced age.
Upon hearing the puppet's words, his gaze grew more menacing, and he smirked coldly, "I have it, and if you want it, come and get it yourself."
The puppet lifted its cane and rose from the chair.
The constable's gunmen, who had been keeping a vigilant eye on him, now saw him draw his pistol, and they all aimed their guns at the puppet. The constable, however, cautiously backed away, knowing this fight was not his to engage in.
He didn't understand why this Blood Cane suddenly became so formidable, but it didn't matter. If the opponent didn't concede defeat, he would teach them a lesson.
At most, he'd offer a little more compensation, a one-time deal. So, gritting his teeth against the pain, he said to the middle-aged man, "Take him down, and I'll double your reward!"
Hearing this, the middle-aged man was satisfied, and his initially casual demeanor instantly turned serious.
The puppet paid no heed to this and took several steps forward before suddenly leaping towards the middle-aged man, striking him with the cane!
The middle-aged man, seeing his speed, was taken aback, for it was indeed fast, seemingly that of a Third-tier Martial Artist. He became alert, knowing that if this were true, doubling the reward wouldn't be enough.
But the fight had already begun, and he could only negotiate for more later. He was unarmed, but his hands were adorned with two arm guards, and he cautiously estimated the opponent's strength, lifting one arm to block the attack.
The wooden cane snapped against the arm guard, and the middle-aged man felt his arm sink under the impact, his heart skipping a beat. Such immense strength!
It was clear that this was no ordinary cane, likely an Altered Weapon with Divergent Tissue wrapped around it!
He took a step forward, intending to engage in close combat. As a Noralos Theocratic Kingdom immigrant, he excelled in Wrestling Strength, and once he got close, it would be his domain.
However, just as he initiated his move, he felt his arm being pulled to the side, and the puppet, having struck with the cane, now twisted the handle to hook his arm. Although the force wasn't overwhelming, it seemed to anticipate his forward charge, disrupting his balance.
The middle-aged man's heart skipped a beat, and with his seasoned experience, he realized his miscalculation. Engaging now would be unwise, so he decided to roll with the force and retreat, seeking another opportunity.
But just as he exerted himself, the pulling force from the cane suddenly vanished, causing him discomfort. His intended roll lacked momentum, and he instinctively adjusted, his body visibly slowing down.
In the midst of his consecutive missteps, the puppet maintained its rhythm. It took a step forward and kicked, and the middle-aged man, reacting instinctively, tightened his waist and abdominal muscles, guarding his head and face with his hands. He intended to withstand the blow, but the puppet pushed with one hand, and a Grapple Power-like force penetrated his defenses. His body went numb, and he was sent flying into the air.
Before he could react, the puppet jumped as well, raising the cane and striking down. The middle-aged man's head jolted, and he lost consciousness.
In the blink of an eye, the middle-aged man was knocked into the air by the puppet's attack. Then, the cane's handle struck the back of his head, shattering his entire skull. His headless body fell like a dead fish, twitching uncontrollably.
In just one exchange, the middle-aged man was defeated.
The constable, witnessing this scene, was taken aback. At that moment, the puppet turned to look at him, and he shuddered. The gunmen behind him tensed up under the pressure, and one of them fired towards the figure. This shot seemed to be a signal, and all the gunmen began shooting at the shadow.
The constable cried out in his mind, hurriedly dashing towards the car. He intended to hide inside but saw a figure crash into the car's front window. Even the car glass shattered, and hot, bloody flesh splattered onto his face. Terrified, he stumbled forward and crouched behind the car.
The gunshots lasted for only three or four seconds before ceasing. He panted, his heart pounding.
He saw one of his men fall beside him, their neck broken, their enlarged pupils staring at him.
His heart skipped a beat, and he watched as a shadow slowly emerged from behind the car.
Biting his teeth, he stood up from behind the car, raising his hands in surrender. "Mr. Blood Cane, I didn't tell them to shoot. They took it upon themselves. Can we negotiate?"
I can give you everything, oh, including the nutrient paste. I have plenty of it."
The puppet slowly approached, holding a cane covered in blood and other substances, and asked, "What is it?"
The constable immediately replied, "It's at my place. Oh, and there's some in the car too, in the last car that Mr. Valerav was sitting in. There are some..."
A smile remained on his face, but the next moment, the puppet struck with the cane in his hand, and with a 'pa' sound, his head exploded, his body wobbled, and he fell backward.
The puppet shook off the liquid on the cane. Now that he had taken action, he wouldn't hold back. As for whether this action would trigger something, he didn't want to think about it now; he'd deal with it when it came.
Just this action alone caused the clothes on his body and the shoes on his feet to tear, but the protective suit underneath remained intact. So, he reached out and tore off all the tattered outer garments, threw away the shoes, and walked barefoot towards the last car.
At this moment, one could see white air surging out from his body, releasing the heat within.
His altered tissues usually maintained minimal usage, saving energy and prolonging his existence. But when facing strong opponents, he needed a burst of energy in a short time, which not only shortened his lifespan but also brought about a dangerous situation—the possibility of losing the balance between his spirit and body.
But this was necessary. He was fighting for survival and also needed to find a long-term balance between the two. He didn't know the reason for doing this, but an innate drive compelled him to do so.
He reached the last car, opened the door, and his gaze fell on a small suitcase. After taking it out, he crushed the mechanical lock on the outside, opened the lid, and saw that it was filled with medicines and nutrient paste, all of them high-quality goods according to the labels.
This was the reward the constable had given to the middle-aged man, and it hadn't even cooled down yet, but now it was in the puppet were about to transfer it to him.
He took out a pack of nutrient paste, tore it open, and swallowed it. The medicine from the third tier quickly filled the hunger that came from within his body.
After the burst, the altered tissues that had shown slight signs of imbalance quickly recovered, and as he tore open another pack and ate more, more altered tissues grew and spread to various parts of his body, repairing and strengthening the recently damaged and weak areas.
At the same time, he felt that the time he could exist had become longer.
But this wasn't enough.
He needed more. More battles, more nutrients.
At this moment, he turned around and said, "I'm leaving." He was just informing these kids, whether they agreed or not, he was going.
Upon hearing this, some of the young boys and girls, and even the children, couldn't help but sob, "Mr. Blood Cane, don't leave us."
"No!"
The young man stepped forward and said to the crowd, "Mr. Blood Cane is doing the right thing. The constable is dead, and so is a martial artist. The Central City will definitely send people. Mr. Blood Cane can't stay here anymore!
Moreover, Mr. Blood Cane has helped us enough. He even taught us so many things. We can't burden him anymore. From now on, we have to rely on ourselves."
He paused, then said to the sobbing and choking crowd, "Let's help Mr. Blood Cane pack up."
Although the young boys and girls were very sad, the heavy pressure of reality had already made them mature. They quickly cleaned up and organized the scene, sorted out the useful items, and placed them in the trunk of the car next to the puppet. These items included some firearms and bullets.
A thoughtful person noticed his torn clothes and immediately handed him a set of new clothes.
After putting on the new clothes, the puppet looked at the young boys, girls, and children, then walked to the side and picked up a few charcoal pencils from a box on the table. He began to draw on the wall.
The young boys and girls watched, and they saw the standard and precise martial arts postures, as well as the specific methods of use and the required medicines.
After drawing these, the puppet finally felt relieved. He threw away the remaining charcoal pencils in his hand, turned, and walked towards the door. As he opened the car door, his movement paused slightly, and he looked back.
At this moment, a young voice sounded, "Goodbye, Mr. Blood Cane."
"Mr. Blood Cane, don't forget us."
"Goodbye, Mr. Blood Cane. Safe travels!"
One after another, young voices sounded.
The puppet heard them, knowing that everyone seemed to need a name. Since everyone had one, he would have one too. He sat in the car, and as the engine rumbled, the car lights lit up, and the car slowly started, turning around and driving away under the reluctant gazes of the young boys and girls.
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(End of Chapter)
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