Chapter 755
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Chapter 755: Kyosuke’s Pain
“Your physical condition…”
An Qingyu squinted at Uncle Jingxie, a hint of gray flashing in her eyes as she instantly analyzed his body.
“The aftereffects left from the previous battle,” Uncle Jingxie said with a bitter smile.
“How could it be this serious?” An Qingyu’s brows furrowed tighter, “Six terminal illnesses, fourteen viruses… your body is already beyond saving.”
“Can you cure me?”
“I’m a scientist, not a miracle healer.” An Qingyu shook her head, “The viruses in your body have far exceeded what modern science can handle. If you let me dissect you and try to inject some special reagents or mutated genomes to turn you into a test subject, there might be a chance for survival, but the odds are slim, and you could end up turning into a monster…
After all, I’ve never conducted human experiments on anyone other than myself. To be honest, given your current physical condition… it would be very difficult for you to survive my experimental process.”
An Qingyu was speaking the truth.
Since she obtained the “Only Correct Answer,” the most she had experimented on were mice, and then herself.
After repeated analyses and experiments, her body had basically transcended the category of “human,” possessing super regenerative abilities and the power of duplication. Even if she failed to modify herself and died, she would have the chance to start over.
However, how to use these special powers to modify a normal person’s physique was her knowledge blind spot.
Of course, if given enough time to research, she could find a way to modify Uncle Jingxie’s body and extend his life… but Uncle Jingxie didn’t have much time left.
Science is not something that can be achieved overnight.
“I understand.” Uncle Jingxie nodded calmly, shifting his gaze to the plague disaster on the battlefield, “In any case, I need him to create that kind of reagent. Please give me some time.”
“Sure.” An Qingyu nodded, “But first, we need to subdue him…”
“Leave it to me.”
Uncle Jingxie stepped forward, slowly walking into the plague fog.
An Qingyu opened her mouth, wanting to remind him not to go in, but ultimately closed it again.
Given Uncle Jingxie’s current physical condition, whether or not he entered that fog was no longer important… since this was his long-held wish, An Qingyu felt it was inappropriate to obstruct him.
Moreover, Uncle Jingxie’s involvement could resolve this battle more quickly.
Ding——!
As Uncle Jingxie stepped into the plague fog, the “Misty Eye” at his waist unsheathed with a crisp sound.
At the same time, the plague disaster, engaged in a fierce battle with Jialan in the fog, heard this sound and felt a flash before his eyes, everything around him plunged into darkness, and Jialan’s figure instantly faded from his sight.
Boom——!
A sharp pain shot through one side of his body, and in the complete absence of visibility, the destructive light beam from the “Heavenly Gate” spear instantly tore through one of his arms.
Agonizing pain surged in the plague disaster’s heart.
“‘Misty Eye’?! Yuzhi Heizhe! Are you nearby?!” This wasn’t the first time the plague disaster had experienced the illusions brought by “Misty Eye.” After being injured and feeling pain, he quickly reacted and shouted at his surroundings.
Uncle Jingxie, gripping the golden long knife, merged into the fog, calmly gazing at him without speaking.
Bang!!
Seeing the plague disaster lose his resistance and combat power drastically, Jialan knew the opportunity had come. As she retracted her spear, she delivered a heavy punch to the plague disaster’s jaw. The “Immortal” fist collided with his metallic bones, producing a piercing hum, sending him flying into the sky!
The plague disaster flew about ten meters in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.
At this moment, the illusion enveloping the plague disaster had not dissipated.
The weakness of “Misty Eye” lay in the fact that it was a non-combat knife. Once the wielder harbored any intent to kill, the target would break free from the illusion and return to normal. However, after being beaten, the plague disaster remained in the illusion…
This was because Uncle Jingxie bore no intent to kill.
It was Jialan who wanted him dead.
A muffled sound echoed as Jialan kicked the plague disaster again, causing him to spit out several mouthfuls of blood.
In this state, Jialan could easily thrust her spear and directly pierce through the plague disaster’s skull, but An Qingyu had already told her to spare the plague disaster’s life until Uncle Jingxie spoke, so now she was only using close combat to frantically weaken the plague disaster’s combat power.
“Hahaha…”
After taking several punches from Jialan, the plague disaster seemed to realize something and laughed heartily, “I understand! Yuzhi Heizhe! I know what you want to do!
Your son has been away from my reagent for so long; he should be close to death, right? Let me guess, is he already unconscious, and all his bodily functions are rapidly deteriorating?
Is he… going to die?
So you came here, wanting to get the γ reagent from me to save Yuzhi Longbai and extend your son’s life!”
Bang——!!
Jialan landed another punch on the plague disaster’s face, sending him flying, his body embedding into a wall behind him, dust rising everywhere.
Uncle Jingxie’s grip on “Misty Eye” tightened unconsciously, his knuckles turning white as he stared intently at the plague disaster, his body trembling uncontrollably.
He was struggling to control his intent to kill!
The plague disaster was well aware of “Misty Eye’s” weakness; he was deliberately using words to provoke Uncle Jingxie, hoping to incite his killing intent. Only then could he turn the tide from this extremely passive situation!
“It’s useless if you don’t speak! I know you’re right here!”
From the gap in the wall, the plague disaster struggled to lift his head. His metallic jaw had been somewhat deformed by Jialan’s blows, but he was still smiling, “Yuzhi Heizhe, let me tell you, even if I die here today, I will never make the γ reagent for you!
Yuzhi Longbai is the ultimate weapon we cultivated! If our Oracle falls, he will never survive alone!
Your Yuzhi family will never have a good ending.”
Crack!
Veins bulged on Uncle Jingxie’s hand gripping “Misty Eye,” while his other hand clenched into a fist, emitting a low hum.
A trickle of blood oozed from the corner of Uncle Jingxie’s mouth.
His teeth had been crushed, yet he still forced himself to swallow it down. He glared at the plague disaster’s maniacal face, the fire of rage burning fiercely in his eyes.
He suddenly raised the golden long knife in his hand…
And stabbed it into his own shoulder!
Crimson blood flowed down the blade of the golden long knife, dripping onto the ground. Under the torment of excruciating pain, Uncle Jingxie struggled to maintain his sanity amidst the fury, controlling his breath, forcibly suppressing the rising intent to kill within him!
He held it back.
Uncle Jingxie slowly closed his eyes, gradually pulling “Misty Eye” out from his shoulder…
