Solving the case: Combining the police dog's olfactory genes at the beginning

The metallic vibration echoed in the air for a full three seconds.

Using the momentum of his punch, Dark Moon Asura somersaulted backward. His body spun 360 degrees in the air, the hem of his kimono blooming like a flower, before his feet landed firmly on the ground.

As he landed, he held the knife horizontally in front of him again, the blade pointing at Luo Fei, the tip of the knife swaying slightly in the air.

He had completely lost feeling in his hand. He looked down at his hand—his fingers were still gripping the knife handle, but the tips of all ten fingers were white, marks left by the pressure that had squeezed out the blood.

Several fine red streaks appeared beneath the skin of his palms; these were traces left by capillaries rupturing after being subjected to excessive pressure.

Luo Fei gave him no chance to catch his breath. The moment Dark Moon Asura's feet touched the ground, Luo Fei was already in front of him.

This time, Luo Fei was even faster than before. During his charge, he lowered his body to an angle that was almost touching the ground, and his two legs quickly stomped on the bluestone slabs, causing volcanic ash to explode with each step.

His right fist came out from his side.

This punch was both faster and more powerful than before. The sound of the fist cutting through the air was no longer a sharp whistling sound, but a muffled sonic boom—the air compression effect that occurs when the fist's speed approaches the speed of sound.

Dark Moon Asura's pupils contracted sharply. He realized that he could no longer use the blade to take the punch head-on, because the force of the punch had exceeded the limit that his blade could withstand.

But his body didn't have time to completely dodge.

He tilted the knife at an angle, blade upwards and back downwards, using the back of the blade to block Luo Fei's fist. The fist struck the back of the blade, producing a more ear-piercing metallic clang than the previous two times.

The skin between Dark Moon Asura's thumbs was shattered at the same instant—the skin on his hands split open from the base of his thumbs. The crack was small, but blood immediately gushed out from the crack, flowing down his palms and staining the fingers that were gripping the hilt of his knife red.

The terrifying impact sent him staggering back two steps, his shoes leaving two grayish-white scratches on the cobblestones. He forced himself to regain his balance, holding his knife horizontally in front of him, blade facing outwards, ready to meet Luo Fei's next punch.

Luo Fei threw another punch as expected.

The speed of this punch was so fast that even Dark Moon Asura's visual nerves could barely keep up. He could only rely on his years of combat instinct to hold the sword upright in front of him, with the blade facing outwards.

Luo Fei's fist slammed into the knife, and this time the sound changed again—it was no longer the clanging of metal striking metal, but an extremely piercing high-frequency vibration, like someone scratching a blackboard with their fingernail.

The hilt of Dark Moon Asura's sword trembled violently in his hand.

The vibration was not an ordinary vibration, but a high-frequency tremor with an extremely small amplitude. The frequency was so fast that it was indistinguishable to the human eye, and all that could be seen was that the blade had become a blurry shadow in the air.

His hands were completely split open at the base of his thumbs, and blood kept gushing out, dripping down the hilt of the knife onto the bluestone slab. His ten fingers were almost unable to grip the hilt, and the strength in his fingertips was rapidly fading.

He finally couldn't take it anymore.

Taking advantage of the moment he regained his balance, Luo Fei lunged forward again. This time, he didn't throw a punch, but instead extended his right hand, fingers spread, and grabbed Dark Moon Asura's wrist as he held the sword.

His fingers gripped Dark Moon Asura's wrist, the five fingers digging into the flesh like five iron hooks.

Dark Moon Asura felt as if a hydraulic clamp had been put on his wrist, the bones were being crushed and creaking, and the blood in his arm stopped flowing under the pressure.

Luo Fei twisted his wrist upwards suddenly.

Dark Moon Asura's fingers were forced open. It wasn't that he wanted to open them, but rather that Luo Fei twisted his wrist at an extremely tricky angle, and the torque at that angle made it impossible for his finger muscles to maintain their grip.

The knife slipped from his loosened fingers, and the moment the hilt left his palm, he felt as if he had suddenly lost something—not the knife, but his life.

Luo Fei caught the hilt of the knife with his left hand the instant it fell. His movements were fluid and without pause. He swung the knife back with his left hand, making the blade spin half a circle in his hand, and then he threw the knife away with a backhand.

The double-edged sword tumbled through the air, its spinning blade reflecting the falling volcanic ash like a dark silver streak across the square.

The knife flew at least twenty meters before finally embedding itself in the trunk of a pine tree about half a meter thick at the edge of the square.

The sound of the blade embedding itself in the tree trunk was dull and crisp—a thud, like someone hammering a nail into a tree. The blade was embedded at least ten centimeters deep, with the handle protruding from the trunk, still vibrating and humming from the impact.

The pine tree's crown shook violently from the impact, and pine needles fell in a rustling sound, landing on the thick layer of volcanic ash that had accumulated around the tree's roots.

The live stream chat instantly erupted in excitement.

"Grab the knife with bare hands!!!"

"Captain Luo snatched Dark Moon's sword!!! And threw it away!!!"

"Let's see how Dark Moon fights without his weapon."

"Did you all see how that punch cracked Dark Moon's tiger's mouth?"

"I saw it! I saw it! Blood is flowing out!"

Just how powerful is Captain Luo's punch that can crack a person's tiger's mouth?

"I didn't believe Sato before when he said that Captain Luo smashed a steel door with one punch when he was in the East China Sea, but now I do."

"Tojo couldn't last three moves against Dark Moon; how many moves could Dark Moon withstand against Captain Luo?"

"A Darkmoon without weapons is a tiger without teeth."

Standing in front of the screen in the intelligence room, Chen Xuanran watched as Luo Fei disarmed him with his bare hands. His tense shoulders finally relaxed slightly. He slowly exhaled, a breath that had been held in his chest for who knows how long, and his breath trembled slightly as he exhaled.

He reached out and touched the edge of the table, tapping his fingertips lightly on the surface twice.

“Okay,” he said, his voice very soft, as if talking to himself, “take his knife, and he’ll be mostly crippled.”

But on the other screen next to him, Masahiko Sato's expression showed no sign of relaxation. His brows furrowed even more, and three deep vertical lines appeared on his forehead.

He looked at Dark Moon Asura's bleeding hands on the screen, his lips moved as if he were saying something, but his voice was too soft to hear.

Luo Fei stood in the center of the square, his left hand holding the double-edged sword he had snatched from Dark Moon Shura. He paused for a moment in mid-air, then threw it backhand. After the sword embedded itself in a tree trunk, he let his right hand hang down, his fingers opening and closing as he flexed them.

His knuckles were stained with blood splattered from when Dark Moon Asura's tiger's mouth split open; the dark red bloodstains had condensed into several small beads on the back of his fingers.

He looked down at Dark Moon Asura. Dark Moon Asura stood three steps away, his arms hanging at his sides. Blood was still seeping from his tiger's mouth, dripping down his fingers and onto the bluestone slab.

His breathing was heavier than before, and his chest heaved more noticeably, but his expression remained cold, and the light in his eyes did not dim despite losing his weapon.

Luo Fei tilted his head and looked at him, a slight upward twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"Without weapons," Luo Fei's voice carried an undisguised contempt, "let's see how you fight now."

Dark Moon Asura did not answer immediately. He raised his right hand and wiped his mouth.

Although Luo Fei's punch didn't hit him directly in the face, the force of the punch, transmitted through the blade, still caused his lip to hit his teeth, breaking the skin and drawing a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth.

He wiped the bloodstains away with the back of his hand, then casually wiped the blood from the back of his hand onto the hem of his kimono.

He raised his eyelids to look at Luo Fei, and the corners of his mouth even curled up.

"You think I only know how to use a knife?"

Dark Moon Asura's voice was still hoarse, but there was something new in his tone—a coldness that only appeared when he was provoked: "Underestimating me will cost you."

The moment the words left his mouth, Dark Moon Asura stomped his right foot hard on the ground.

His body sprang up from the spot. Not backward, not to the side, but directly upward.

His body rose nearly two meters into the air, the hem of his kimono billowing behind him, and then his right leg drew an arc in the air as his heel slammed towards Luo Fei's head.

A standard Taekwondo high kick.

But the speed and power of this high roundhouse kick were unmatched by ordinary Taekwondo athletes. As his leg swept through the air, his trouser leg whistled as it rubbed against the air, and his heel flew so fast that it created a visible afterimage.

If that kick had landed on someone's head, the outcome would have been predictable—a fractured skull, brain damage, and instant death.

Luo Fei narrowed his eyes.

Dark Moon Asura's body spun ninety degrees in mid-air, and his right leg, drawing an arc with a whistling sound, slashed down towards Luo Fei's head.

His heel tore a visible gust of air through the air, and his trouser leg ripped as it rubbed against the air with a sound like tearing fabric. If that kick had landed properly, it would have shattered not only a person's head, but even a piece of granite into pieces.

Luo Fei did not dodge.

His left foot slid back half a step, his body leaning slightly backward. Dark Moon Asura's heel brushed past the tip of his nose, so close that he could feel the burning sensation brought by the wind from the foot as it passed by.

Immediately following, Dark Moon Asura's second kick arrived—his left leg followed the trajectory of his right leg, kicking out in a sweeping motion, the instep aimed at Luo Fei's temple.

Luo Fei squatted down halfway, bending his left knee and straightening his right leg, his whole body sinking down like a bent bamboo.

Dark Moon Asura's instep swept past him less than three centimeters above his head, the wind from his foot blowing all the hair on his head backward.

Then, taking advantage of the momentum from crouching down, Luo Fei pushed off the ground with his left foot and sprang to the left, avoiding Dark Moon Asura's third kick.

All three attempts failed.

Dark Moon Asura's feet sank into the bluestone slab, the soles of his shoes making a dull thud as they touched the stone.

His right foot bounced up the instant it landed, his body spun halfway through the air, and his left foot followed with a kick, this time a side kick, the sole of his foot aimed at Luo Fei's chest.

The way he generated the power for this kick was extremely tricky—he didn't rely on his leg muscles to generate power, but rather on the power of his whole body driven by the twisting of his waist. When he pushed off with his foot, his whole leg was like a spring that was compressed to its limit and then suddenly bounced out.

Luo Fei raised both hands at the same time.

His left palm struck Dark Moon Shura's ankle from the outside, while his right palm struck Dark Moon Shura's calf from the inside. Both palms exerted force simultaneously, pushing and pulling at the same time.

Dark Moon Asura felt as if his leg had been struck by two iron rods at the same time. A sharp pain shot through his ankle and calf, and the force caused his leg to veer off course. His foot slid past Luo Fei's chest and missed its mark.

After Luo Fei slapped Dark Moon Shura's legs away with both palms, his right hand slid down in a sweeping motion. His five fingers spread wide, like five steel nails, and reached for Dark Moon Shura's calf.

The moment his fingers touched Dark Moon Asura's calf muscle, the force of his fingertips suddenly burst forth, and all five fingers simultaneously embedded themselves into the muscle, pressing five indentations into the skin and muscle beneath his fingertips.

Dark Moon Asura's expression changed.

He felt as if five hooks had suddenly been attached to his calf. The force was not gripping force—griping force is squeezing inwards, while this force was drilling inwards, as if five nails were drilling into his calf muscles, passing through the fascia layer, and nailing directly into his leg bone.

He glanced down at his calf and saw that Luo Fei's five fingers were deeply embedded in his calf, the skin around the fingertips had turned a ghastly white, the marks left after the blood had been squeezed out.

Dark Moon Asura suddenly pulled his leg back.

His right thigh muscles were taut, and his hamstring bulged under his skin like a fully drawn bowstring. The force with which he pulled his leg back was so great that if an ordinary person were to grab his leg, this pull could break all of their fingers.

But his legs didn't move at all.

Luo Fei's five fingers were still embedded in his calf, completely still.

A hint of panic finally flashed in Dark Moon Asura's eyes.

He tried to pull his leg back with all his might, this time using all his strength. His waist muscles tensed, his abdominal muscles bulged and stretched the fabric of his kimono, and he leaned his upper body back, desperately pulling his right leg back. But his leg still wouldn't move.

Luo Fei's fingers seemed to be fused to his leg bones. The more force he pulled his leg out, the deeper the five fingers embedded themselves. He felt his shinbone begin to ache slightly under the pressure of Luo Fei's fingers, a sensation that only occurs when the periosteum is subjected to intense pressure.

Then Luo Fei made a move.

He jerked his wrist upwards, the muscles in his arm bulging beneath his clothes, and his shoulder joint made a slight creaking sound.

Dark Moon Asura felt an irresistible force surge through his calves; the force wasn't pulling in one direction, but lifting him upwards. His body lost its balance under this force, and Luo Fei lifted him off the ground. (End of Chapter)