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

Chen Xuanran looked at the comments on the screen, his lips twitched, and he couldn't help but laugh.

That smile held tears, and also an emotion she couldn't quite explain—she had been so frightened by Luo Fei's injury that her heart almost stopped, but now that she saw Luo Fei's wounds healed, the weight on her heart finally lifted.

In the plaza, Tianyu Shencang saw the disappearance of the wound on Luo Fei's chest, and his pupils contracted slightly. His eyes swept over Luo Fei's chest, noticing the pale pink new skin and the still-wet bloodstains around it.

His brows furrowed, his lips twitched, and he let out a cold snort.

"Self-healing".

His voice was deep and hoarse, "So you have this ability. No wonder you dared to come here alone."

He gripped the Red Steel Prison Blade tightly, and the dark red mist on its blade surged once more. His body sank back down, his feet grinding against the ground, the gravel beneath his feet making a soft sound.

A murderous glint rekindled in his eyes, and the slight surprise he had just felt was now suppressed.

"It doesn't matter."

He said, "Even if you can heal yourself, as long as I chop off your head with one stroke, even the strongest self-healing will be useless."

After saying this, he pushed off with his foot and, relying on his weapon, began to launch an attack.

His body moved at high speed across the plaza, the Crimson Steel Prison Blade in his hand transforming into a dark red curtain of light. The blade slashed continuously through the air, each strike so fast it was almost impossible to see with the naked eye.

His massive body, combined with his two-meter-long katana, gave him an alarmingly large attack range—an area within a two-and-a-half-meter radius of him was entirely covered by his blade.

His first strike came from the right, the blade tracing a horizontal arc in the air, aimed at Luo Fei's neck. Luo Fei ducked to dodge, the blade sweeping past his head, the wind whistling past his ears.

He could feel the chill emanating from the blade scraping across his scalp, making his hair stand on end.

The second strike followed immediately, slashing down from above. Before Tianyu Shencang had even fully retracted his first strike, he twisted his wrist, changing the blade's direction from horizontal to vertical, and slashed down towards Luo Fei's head.

The speed of that strike was incredible—Luo Fei had barely ducked to dodge the first blow when the second was already aimed at his head. He pushed off the ground with his feet, shifting his body to the left, the blade grazing his right shoulder as it slammed into the stone slab.

The stone slab was split in two by the blade, the cut was smooth and even, as if it had been laser-cut.

The third slash was made from bottom to top. The blade swept upwards from the ground, the tip aimed at Luo Fei's chin. Luo Fei tilted his head back, the blade slicing past his nose, less than a centimeter from his skin.

He could see the dark red metallic luster on the tip of the knife and smell the faint rust emanating from the blade.

The fourth cut, the fifth cut, the sixth cut.

Tenyu Kamikura's sword slashed faster and faster, the light of the blade weaving into an impenetrable dark red net around him.

His swordsmanship was not the delicate and refined kind, but rather an extremely domineering slashing style—each strike was powerful and heavy, each strike aimed directly at vital points, as if he were wielding not a samurai sword, but a butcher's knife.

The sound of blades slicing through the air was continuous, sounding like a pack of wild beasts roaring at the same time.

Luo Fei dared not confront them head-on.

He could only dodge with all his might. His body kept dodging and weaving amidst the flashing blades, sometimes turning to the side, sometimes ducking, sometimes leaning back, and sometimes leaping up.

He pushed every dodge to its limit, forcing his body's flexibility and reaction speed to the extreme. But he knew very well that prolonged defense would inevitably lead to defeat.

Tenyu Kamikura's sword is too fast and covers too wide an area. If he keeps dodging like this, he will be hit sooner or later.

After dodging seven or eight strikes in succession, Tenyu Kamikura's sword technique suddenly changed.

He used to wield the knife with one or both hands to slash, but this time he suddenly pulled the knife back, held it horizontally in front of him, and then raised his right foot, kicking out from under the blade, aiming for Luo Fei's stomach.

The kick came too suddenly. Luo Fei's eyes were fixed on Tianyu Shencang's sword, his attention completely focused on the trajectory of the blade.

Tianyu Shencang's kick was hidden beneath his own blade's light, and Luo Fei didn't react until the sole of his foot was less than half a meter from his stomach.

There was no time to dodge.

Tenyu Kamakura's foot struck Luo Fei squarely in the stomach, the sole slamming into his abdominal muscles with a dull thud. The force of the kick sent Luo Fei's abdominal muscles caved in, and his entire body was sent flying.

His body flew horizontally for seven or eight meters through the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

His back slammed into the stone slab, sending shards of stone flying beneath him. He hit the back of his head on the ground, his vision blurring for a moment. Before he could even stand up, Tenyu Kamikura had already caught up.

"Swift Wind Slash!!"

Tenyu Kamikura's voice boomed across the plaza. He held the Red Steel Hellfire Blade aloft with both hands, the blade above his head, the tip pointing towards the sky.

His body leaped up at high speed, his massive form casting a huge shadow in mid-air that completely enveloped Luo Fei, who was lying on the ground. Then, his hands, carrying the blades, slashed down from above.

This strike is his strongest finishing move.

Swift Wind Slash – Ren Mugetsu Zankourou's signature sword technique, using all his strength plus the kinetic energy of his falling body to concentrate all his power on the blade and slash down.

During the Warring States period, Renmuzuki Zankourou used this sword technique to kill countless masters; no one could withstand it head-on. Ame-no-Kamikura inherited his ancestor's bloodline and this very move.

He held the Crimson Steel Prison Pill in his hand, and the power of this strike was even more terrifying than that of his ancestor hundreds of years ago.

As the blade cleaved through the air, the dark red mist around the blade was compressed into a thin layer, clinging tightly to the surface of the blade.

How fast was the blade cutting through the air? The air was compressed into a white blade of air in front of the blade, and the blade of air struck Luo Fei before the blade, carrying a sharp aura that was sharp enough to tear apart the stone slab.

That blow came too fast.

Luo Fei was still lying on the ground, the dizziness from hitting the back of his head hadn't completely dissipated. His eyes saw the dark red blade of light descending from the sky, the white blade of energy, and Tianyu Shencang's ferocious face.

His brain issued the command to dodge, but his body was too slow to complete the dodge maneuver.

The blade was getting closer and closer to his head.

three meters.

Two meters.

one meter.

Half a meter.

Just as the knife was about to strike him—a piercing sound of blades clashing echoed throughout the entire square.

It was the sound of two equally massive blades colliding at an extremely high speed. The sound was incredibly sharp, like thousands of steel needles piercing the eardrums of everyone present at once.

The sound waves bounced back and forth between the buildings around the square, shattering all the windows of the teahouse, with shards of glass crashing to the ground. The pine needles on the pine trees were shaken down by the sound waves, forming a thick layer on the ground.

The stone tablet trembled slightly from the sound waves, and Wen Junjie almost dropped his phone.

A two-meter-long broadsword blocked Luo Fei's path.

The blade of the sword was positioned above Luo Fei's head, its body held horizontally, steadily blocking the crimson steel demon sword, the Red Steel Hellfire, that Tianyu Shencang was about to strike. The two giant samurai swords clashed, and a series of dazzling sparks erupted from the point of contact.

Sparks exploded in the gloomy air, like a tiny firework.

Sparks exploded between the two giant blades, and the dark red and silvery-white light intertwined, illuminating Luo Fei's face.

His eyes were wide open, his pupils reflecting the knife lying across his head—the knife was broad and heavy, the thickest part of the back of the blade was two fingers thick, the blade was sharp and shiny, and a layer of fine forging patterns could be faintly seen on the blade, the patterns left after repeated folding and forging, like ripples on the surface of water blown by the wind.

This is no ordinary knife.

This is a Mo Dao (陌刀).

The Tang Dynasty's Mo Dao (陌刀) was a heavy weapon designed specifically for the battlefield. The blade was two meters long, with the blade itself accounting for one-third of its length and the handle for two-thirds. The blade was wide and heavy, its widest point being as wide as an adult man's palm.

The blade is thick and sharp; a single slash can cut a fully armed cavalryman and his horse in two.

This type of sword was once a powerful weapon for the Xia infantry against the northern nomadic cavalry on the battlefields of the Tang Dynasty. When the Mo Dao formation was deployed, the light of the blades was like a wall, and both men and horses were shattered.

But this knife wasn't picked up from the ground, nor did it fly out of a building.

It appeared out of thin air.

Just as Tianyu Shencang's Crimson Steel Prison Maru slashed down, Luo Fei raised both hands, and suddenly the Mo Dao appeared in his palms. Without any warning, without any process, the sword simply appeared out of thin air in his hands.

It wasn't drawn from behind him, nor slid out of his sleeve, nor flew in from anywhere—it appeared out of thin air. It was as if he had always had a knife in his palm, but others couldn't see it, and only at this moment did he reveal it.

Tenyu Kamikura's pupils suddenly contracted.

When his Crimson Steel Prison Ball struck down, he clearly saw that Luo Fei's hands were empty. Luo Fei's hands were bare, his ten fingers spread out, his palms covered only with dried blood and volcanic ash.

Then, just as his blade was less than half a meter away from Luo Fei's head, the Mo Dao suddenly appeared in Luo Fei's hand.

It wasn't fast, it was sudden.

Even the fastest sword-drawing action takes time. The sword is drawn from behind the body, the scabbard moves to the front of the body, and the blade is pulled out of the scabbard. This process takes time, no matter how fast it is.

But the knife in Luo Fei's hand didn't go through this process; it appeared from nothing in zero time. It was as if a few frames of a movie reel had been removed; in the previous frame, Luo Fei's hand was empty, and in the next frame, the knife was in his hand.

Tenyu Kamikura didn't blink.

He didn't blink for a second. His eyes had been fixed on Luo Fei since the start of the battle, never leaving Luo Fei's body.

He saw every detail clearly, from the moment Luo Fei was kicked away and fell to the ground, to the moment his Swift Wind Slash struck and Luo Fei raised his hand. But he just couldn't see how the knife ended up in Luo Fei's hand.

The two swords were locked together, the friction between their blades causing them to tremble slightly. Tenyu Kamikura strained his arm, his muscles bulging, veins standing out beneath his skin, trying to press down on the Red Steel Hellfire.

But Luo Fei's Mo Dao steadily blocked his blade, the silver-white blade remaining completely still. Tian Yu Shen Cang could feel the power emanating from the blade—a power that was steady and heavy, like a mountain, which his own strength could not suppress.

A feeling he had never experienced before welled up inside him.

fear.

It wasn't fear of Luo Fei's power, nor his speed, but something he couldn't comprehend. He couldn't understand how Luo Fei could conjure that knife in zero time; it was completely beyond his comprehension.

Superhumans can do many things—increased strength, increased speed, hardened bodies, elemental manipulation—but to conjure a two-meter-long broadsword out of thin air? That's not something superhumans can do.

The grip on his arm loosened, and he took a step back. The Red Steel Prison Maru and the Mo Dao separated, a sharp metallic scraping sound emanating from the blades as they parted, and sparks stretched into a thin line between them.

Tenyu Kamikura gripped the Red Steel Prison Maru, its tip pointing towards the ground. His eyes were fixed on the Mo Dao in Luo Fei's hand, then on Luo Fei's face, and then back on the Mo Dao. His mouth opened slightly, as if to say something, but nothing came out.

His eyebrows furrowed, the wrinkles on his forehead deepened into several furrows, and his eyes were filled with confusion and shock.

The live stream captured this scene in its entirety.

The moment Luo Fei lay on the ground, his hands raised to hold the Red Steel Prison Pill, was seen by over 400 million viewers simultaneously. But no one saw how the Mo Dao appeared in Luo Fei's hands.

The comments section was quiet for a second, then exploded.

"Wait, wait, wait!!!! What just happened!!!"

"Where did Captain Luo get that knife?!"

"I didn't blink! I really didn't blink! I watched it from beginning to end without taking my eyes off the screen for a single second!"

"Did this knife just appear out of thin air???"

"Impossible! No one can conjure a knife out of thin air!"

"Magic?? But this isn't a performance, it's a life-or-death struggle!"

"Did you guys even notice the size of this knife?"

"This sword is huge! It's no smaller than the Red Steel Hellfire Blade."

"A two-meter-long knife just appeared out of thin air???"

"I work in post-production for film and television, so I looked at it frame by frame."

"This knife truly appeared instantly within the 60 frames per second frame."

"In the previous frame, Captain Luo had nothing in his hand; in the next frame, he had a knife in his hand."

"That is, the knife appeared for less than one-sixtieth of a second." (End of Chapter)