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

"Forget about superpowers, even technology can't do that."

"Even if an object can teleport instantly, there still needs to be a process of movement."

This process was skipped entirely.

The viewers in the live chat were engrossed in a frenzy of analysis and speculation. Some said it was another of Luo Fei's special abilities, others said it was some kind of hidden mechanism, and still others said the knife had been hidden nearby all along but no one had noticed it.

But none of these explanations hold water—if it's a superpower, why has it never been shown before? If it's a mechanism, what kind of mechanism can deliver a two-meter-long knife to someone's hand in an instant? If it's been hidden nearby all along, it's impossible that none of the 400 million eyes saw it.

At this moment, a comment caught everyone's attention.

"This sword is a Tang Dynasty Mo Dao from the Great Xia Dynasty!"

The ID that posted this comment was "Old Zhang, Research Fellow at the National Museum," and the account had an officially verified mark. His comment was pinned to the top by the live stream administrator, with gold text displayed at the top of the screen, attracting everyone's attention.

"I am a researcher at the Ancient Weapons Research Department of the Great Xia National Museum. I have studied this knife for thirty years and I am absolutely certain that I am not mistaken."

This is a Tang Dynasty Mo Dao, the standard equipment of the Tang Dynasty Imperial Guards. A real Mo Dao is between two and two and two meters long, with a blade width between eight and ten centimeters and a back thickness between one and two centimeters.

This knife is characterized by its long handle and short blade, with the handle accounting for two-thirds of the total length and the blade accounting for one-third. This proportion was designed for use with both hands on the battlefield, utilizing the lever principle to increase the force of chopping.

The Tang Dynasty's Mo Dao formation was the infantry's trump card against cavalry. A row of Mo Dao soldiers lined up, their blades flashing like a wall, and when cavalry charged, both men and horses were annihilated.

However, the forging technique of the Modao was lost after the Tang Dynasty, and there are no more than three extant Modaos in the world, each a national treasure. If this sword is genuine, its value is immeasurable.

The viewers in the live stream were even more shocked when this professional analysis was displayed in the chat.

"Even museum researchers are out here??"

"A national treasure with fewer than three in the world??"

"Wait, does that mean Captain Luo is holding a priceless antique??"

"How could he possibly have something like this?"

"Could Captain Luo be a descendant of some royal family?"

"This knife doesn't look old at all; the oxidation level is nothing like that of an antique."

"Could it be a high-quality counterfeit? After all, the forging technique of the Mo Dao has been lost."

"But modern people can also replicate a similar appearance."

"No, no, look closely at the forging patterns on the blade."

"That kind of texture cannot be replicated using modern technology."

"Old Zhang is right, that knife does indeed look like a genuine article."

"But the genuine Mo Dao (陌刀) are all displayed in museums."

"How did Captain Luo get this?"

Lao Zhang, a researcher at the National Museum, quickly posted another comment.

"I can say with 100% certainty that this sword is not any of the existing Mo Dao artifacts. Of the three existing Mo Daos, one is in our museum, one is in the Kyoto Museum, and one is in the British Museum."

None of the three knives were in good condition, all showing varying degrees of rust and damage. However, the knife in Captain Luo's hand was in perfect condition, with clearly visible forging patterns on the blade, an extremely high gloss, and no signs of rust.

If it's not a replica, then there's only one possibility—this knife is a Tang Dynasty Mo Dao (陌刀), a type of sword never before discovered. If this is genuine, its historical and cultural value is immeasurable.

The discussion in the live chat became even more heated, with all sorts of speculations and exclamations flooding the screen. Some said the knife might be an heirloom of Luo Fei's family, some said it might have been seized during an operation, and some said it might be a secret weapon of the Heavenly Secrets Group.

But no one guessed that the knife was taken from the system space—because such a thing was simply beyond anyone's comprehension.

Luo Fei had already gotten up in the square.

He gripped the long handle of the Mo Dao (陌刀) with both hands, standing ramrod straight with his feet shoulder-width apart. The blade of the Mo Dao hung down to the ground, its tip only two centimeters from the stone slab.

His bare upper body was still covered in dried blood, and the new skin on his chest looked exceptionally white against the backdrop of the blood.

His muscles gleamed faintly in the dim light of the volcanic ash, each muscle taut and brimming with power ready to burst forth at any moment.

He looked at Tenyu Kamikura, his lips twitching into a slightly provocative smile.

"Hey."

Luo Fei's voice echoed in the square, with a relaxed tone, as if he were not in a life-or-death struggle, but chatting with an old friend on the street: "Don't think you're the only one who can carry weapons."

Tenyu Kamikura remained standing there, his expression shifting from shock to confusion, then from confusion to anger. His lips moved a few times before finally managing to squeeze out a sentence.

"Where did this knife come from?"

His voice was hoarse and deep, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth. His fingers, gripping the Red Steel Prison Maru, repeatedly loosened and tightened on the hilt, his knuckles making a soft clicking sound.

Upon hearing this, Luo Fei's smile widened. He didn't reply, but simply switched the Mo Dao from his right hand to his left, and then back again, as if familiarizing himself with the feel of the blade.

The Mo Dao (陌刀) felt as light as if it had no weight in his hands, but in reality, it weighed at least forty jin (approximately 20 kg).

"Can't figure it out?"

Luo Fei tilted his head and said in an almost mocking tone, "That's right, you can't figure it out. There are plenty of things in this world that you can't figure out, this one won't make a difference."

Tenyu Kamikura's face flushed red. His muscles bulged again from the anger, and the veins on his arms writhed beneath his skin like bluish earthworms.

He gripped the Red Steel Prison Maru with both hands, holding the blade horizontally in front of him. The dark red mist churned on the blade even more violently than before.

“No matter how you did it,” Tenyu Kamikura spat out the words through gritted teeth, “you are going to die today.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Fei moved.

Before Tianyu Shencang could make a move, Luo Fei took the initiative. He stomped his right foot on the ground, shattering a stone slab, and shot forward at incredible speed. His Mo Dao left a white trail on the ground, and sparks flew as the tip scraped against the stone slab, leaving a long, thin tail behind him.

His strength and speed are at their peak.

The combined effect of his superhuman physique brought his physical functions to an extremely terrifying level—his muscle fibers contracted simultaneously at this moment, unleashing a force powerful enough to tear the air apart.

With each step he took, he left a deep footprint in the ground, sending fragments of stone flying beneath his feet. Volcanic ash was whipped up by the wind generated by his body, leaving a gray-white trail behind him.

He rushed up to Tenyu Kamakura and swung his sword to strike.

This strike was a downward slash. Luo Fei gripped the long handle of the Mo Dao with both hands, using the momentum of his forward charge to channel all his strength into the blade.

The speed at which the Mo Dao slashed down in his hand was so fast that the blade cut a visible ripple through the air, and the compressed air in front of the blade formed a transparent air blade that struck Tianyu Shencang's head before the blade itself.

Tenyu Kamikura could only raise his sword to block.

He held the Red Steel Prison Maru horizontally above his head, its blade extended overhead. Luo Fei's Mo Dao struck the Red Steel Prison Maru's blade, and the two swords clashed once more.

The sound of the collision was even more piercing than before.

"clang--!"

The sound of metal clashing exploded across the square. The sound waves were so powerful that all the broken glass that had been hanging precariously from the window frames of the buildings around the square was shaken off by the impact, and the glass shards rained down on the ground.

The pine needles on the pine trees were shaken by the sound waves and fell down in a thick layer around the roots. The dust on the stone tablet was shaken up and formed a hazy mist in the air.

Sparks exploded where the two knives collided, and the sparks were at least three times larger than before.

Sparks flew from between the blades, tracing countless orange-red streaks in the gray air, like countless tiny meteors bursting from the same point. The sparks landed on the stone slab, burning tiny black spots into it.

Sparks landed on Ame-no-Kamikura's kimono, burning several small, smoking holes in the fabric.

Tenyu Kamakura felt a tingling sensation in the mouth of his hand.

It's not ordinary numbness, but a tingling sensation that spreads from the base of the thumb to the wrist, and then from the wrist to the entire arm.

The power of Luo Fei's strike traveled through the blade of the Red Steel Prison Maru to his hand, then from his hand to his arm, and finally to his shoulder and body.

The force was so great that his feet sank at least two centimeters off the stone slab, which shattered into powder beneath his feet, and his shoes sank into the rubble.

His hand slipped on the hilt of the knife, almost losing his grip. His fingers instinctively tightened, his nails scraping against the cord of the hilt with a squeaking sound.

He could feel his hands trembling. It wasn't that he wanted to tremble, but rather that the muscles in his arms were involuntarily shaking after bearing that enormous force.

Luo Fei's first strike was blocked, and the second strike followed immediately.

With a flick of his wrist, the direction of the Mo Dao changed from vertical to horizontal, and the blade slashed horizontally towards Tianyu Shencang's neck.

This strike was even faster than the first one, because the force of the first strike had not yet completely dissipated. Luo Fei used the force rebounding from the blade to turn his wrist, turning the rebounding force into the initial kinetic energy for the second strike.

This technique of using an opponent's force against them requires extremely high body control, but Luo Fei did it as easily as flicking a willow branch.

The blade sliced ​​horizontally through the air, producing a sharp whistling sound as it rubbed against the air. The blade was aimed at Amagami Kamikura's neck—at the location of his carotid artery. If this strike landed, Amagami Kamikura's head would be severed from his body.

Tenyu Kamikura was terrified.

His eyes saw the silvery-white blade flashing horizontally, its light rapidly magnifying in his pupils. In that instant, his brain issued an extremely urgent command—block it, you must block it.

Driven by fear, his arm unleashed extra strength, pulling the Red Steel Hellfire back to protect him, its blade raised to block his neck.

"clang!"

Another loud bang.

The blade of the Mo Dao struck the Honggang Yuanyu Maru's blade solidly, sparks exploding again at the point of impact. The force of the blow sent Tianyu Shencang staggering back a step, his heel sinking into the stone slab, cracking it in several places.

The numbness in his hand turned into pain—a tearing pain shot up from his hand, as if someone had twisted his palm with pliers.

He looked down and saw that the area between his thumb and forefinger was cracked, with a small gash in his skin and blood seeping out.

Luo Fei gave him no chance to catch his breath.

Just as Tianyu Shencang was shaken off balance by the second strike, Luo Fei lifted his right foot off the ground, bent his knee, and then his entire leg shot out like a slingshot that had been stretched to its limit and then suddenly released.

His foot landed squarely on Tenyu Kamikura's chest, the sole of his foot pressing against his sternum.

The way he generated the force in this kick was exactly the same as the kick he gave Dark Moon Asura before—it wasn't just relying on the leg muscles, but rather on the power of his whole body generated by the twisting of his waist.

When he twisted his waist, his external oblique muscles bulged on his sides, and his entire spine was like a steel bar that had been tightened and then suddenly loosened, transmitting the twisting force through his hip joints to his legs, and then from his legs to his feet.

Tenyu Kamikura's chest caved in an inch from the force of the kick. His sternum creaked, a sound made when the bones were subjected to pressure beyond normal limits.

His body was kicked off the ground, and he stumbled back three or four steps. Each step left a deep footprint on the stone slab, which shattered into pieces beneath his feet.

He had barely regained his footing when Luo Fei leaped up at him.

Luo Fei's body traced an arc in the air, his Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword) held above his head, its tip pointing towards the sky. He spun around in the air, using the centrifugal force of the rotation to maximize the power of the Mo Dao before slashing down.

This time, Tenyu Kamakura did not block directly.

He rolled away to avoid it.

His body rolled to the left, his massive frame tumbling across the stone slab, the fabric of his kimono rustling against the rough surface. Luo Fei's longsword slashed at the spot where he had just stood, the blade striking the stone.

The stone slab was split in two, and the crack extended outwards from the point where the blade struck, forming a crack more than five meters long.

Stone fragments sprayed out from the crack, and the flying fragments hit the adjacent building wall, chiseling several small holes in the wooden wall.

Luo Fei's slash missed its mark, but his movement didn't falter. Using the momentum of the strike, he pulled the blade back, then kicked out from under the blade with his right foot. (End of Chapter)