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Chapter 917, Section 912: "A Foolish Warrior"

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A surge of psychic power erupted instantly, slamming Ma En and the magician opposite him to the ground. Then, shimmering blue threads silently pierced through the spot where their heads had just been.

"Die!" the attacker roared angrily.

The silk thread instantly began to fall towards Ma En and the others, but its speed quickly began to slow down—it encountered the layers of psychic protective shields that Ma En had created.

Seemingly sensing the problem, the threads instantly began to converge towards the center.

Clearly, the opponent realized that the side of the thread alone could not easily cut through the psychic layer; only the smallest "front" could instantly penetrate multiple layers of psychic energy to launch an attack.

At the same time, Ma En realized that this martial artist had not only tracked them down after their space jump, but had also come up with a way to restrain himself in such a short time.

He created a kind of attack that could concentrate power on a single point in order to counter his "comprehensive" defense.

But perhaps because he had also learned martial arts, Ma En made the right move before he could react. He immediately abandoned his original multi-layered, comprehensive protection and began to create layers of psychic energy around him, like rectangular bricks, and adjusted them to different angles.

In this way, no matter which direction the silk thread attacks from, it will experience a long period of obstruction. Moreover, Ma En began to build a honeycomb-like defensive structure around himself, composed of countless bubbles stacked together.

While he was dodging and creating new defensive structures, the magician also reacted.

He took a few steps back with a sinister look in his eyes, put his hand inside his coat, and then suddenly pulled out several playing cards and threw them. They quickly disappeared into the surrounding air.

"Over there!" The magician pointed in a completely different direction from the previous rebuke.

A tsunami-like surge of psychic energy rushed forward, and as the psychic energy swept through, some subtle things instantly entered his senses, and Ma En immediately tried to separate them with his psychic energy.

As they sensed this power, these things were rapidly converging.

It's water mist.

Their opponents turned into water mist.

To be honest, this state might be able to suppress most attacks, but for Marne, it's equivalent to directly exposing his own weaknesses.

Because not only does telekinesis possess the ability to launch seamless, all-encompassing attacks, this act of dispersing the body and soul also weakens his "biofield," which is essentially his resistance to telekinesis.

Although his opponent was already very fast, many parts of his body were captured by Ma En's psychic power, while the middle-aged martial artist who was gradually taking shape in the distance had a noticeably pale face.

This made him much weaker.

Almost the instant he appeared, the cards that had just disappeared suddenly reappeared from the air around him, as if it were some kind of ingenious magic trick.

The martial artist immediately nimbly dodged, but a playing card still managed to burrow into his body.

Blood splattered, and a scar appeared on his chest.

"You shouldn't have come to hunt us down." The magician said coldly, reaching into his robes.

The martial artist began to twist and turn in different ways, his figure looking like a reflection in the water.

His eyes reflected intense hatred, like the surface of a lake.
“You killed my disciple, my child, my wife, you destroyed everything I had. Even if it means I have to die with you scum, I will not let you go.”

Sensing the clenched hatred in his eyes, the magician merely smiled with satisfaction.
"They'll definitely be very happy, because you can be reunited with your family now..."

As he spoke, his hand finally stopped groping, and then he suddenly pulled out a two-way mirror and placed it in front of him.

His trembling stopped instantly.

Countless pre-prepared spikes suddenly fell, and the martial artist immediately launched a counterattack. Many water blades instantly deflected the spikes that were attacking him, and at least dozens of spikes were blocked in this way.

However, hundreds more failed to be intercepted. They pierced the martial artist's body, creating gaping holes in his flesh, leaving him in a state of tattered remains, with half of his head gone.

The hatred in the remaining eye grew even colder:

"You'll be there sooner or later..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

The magician smiled and put the mirror away, but out of the corner of his eye, Ma En saw the warrior's reflection on the mirror's side, and the warrior in the mirror was still trembling strangely.

"Fool." The magician stared coldly at his corpse, then conjured a handful of fire out of thin air and threw it up.

Marne walked to his side:
"No wonder he came after us."

The magician's words, however, carried a hint of disdain for the martial artist:

"If he has any sense, he should be prepared to seek revenge against us again. That way, even if he can't actually kill us, he'll be more likely to escape alive."

"At least it's much better than him coming here to die in such a hot-headed way."

Ma En could sense the anger and disdain in the magician's eyes, but the magician's words were probably more of a venting of his frustration. After all, this warrior might have underestimated their strength because of their escape, and might also be worried that they had the ability to completely disappear after this.

Of course, the most important thing is that his entire family was killed by them.

In this situation, it's perfectly normal to do anything.

However, Marx and Engels did not express their opinions:

"These martial artists are indeed quite stubborn. Actually, thinking about it carefully, offending these guys is not a good idea. If we weren't strong enough, we might have been killed by them."

"Those guys who wanted to take action against God Fist are the best examples."

Hearing this, the magician calmed down a little:
“You’re right. We need to be careful of these martial artists these days. Anyway, my things can’t be repaired. With this commission, we should be able to pay off a lot of our debts.”

"That's enough for us to hide away and not take on any jobs for a short period of time."

"However, we have more important things to deal with."

Marx and Engels asked:

"You mean Gray Rabbit? You're planning to make your move on her right now?"

The magician shook his head:
"No, I want to talk to her first. I still hope she can come back to our team. After she died, we probably won't be able to recruit a better space ability user for a while."

"She's probably mainly angry with me, so you might have to try to talk to her."

Marx and Engels asked:

How do you plan to find her?

Slight fluctuations in memory.

The magician said with a hint of confusion:
"I can find her, you should know that, let's go..."

But Mar and Eng spoke up:
"Now is not the best time to talk to her. I think we should give her some time to calm down."

The magician paused for a moment after hearing this, then nodded:

"you're right."