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Chapter 368 The Double Overwhelming Power of Speed and Combat

Chapter 368 The Double Overwhelming Power of Speed and Combat
Jia Liang's gaze swept across the black notebook, scanning the names one by one.

"There are still a few suspects left; we need to find more people to probe their backgrounds..."

He muttered to himself, pausing for a moment when his gaze fell on the name "Xiao Jianren".

He then picked up a pen and heavily circled the name.

"This guy... is a bit strange. Looks like he needs to be kept a close eye on."

After a moment's hesitation, he closed the notebook and glanced indifferently at the three corpses on the ground.

Then, he took out a cell phone from his bag and dialed a number.

beep - beep -

After a few connection tones, the call was connected.

"Room 705, Building 78, Sanma Road, Jiangbei. Please come and collect the 'goods' as soon as possible."

Jia Liang said in a deep voice, his tone as calm as if he were ordering takeout.

"I know, we'll be there within 15 minutes."

A brief response came from the other end, and then the call ended.

Jia Liang put away his phone and put the medicine box back into his canvas bag.

He quickly turned and left, leaving only a slightly ajar door behind him.

This is a seven-story tenement building in the old city area that is slated for demolition.

Apart from a few homeless people, there were no permanent tenants.

The previous gunshots went unnoticed in this forgotten corner.

At this moment, it was completely dark.

The light bulbs in the corridor had all been broken and no one had repaired them.

Being inside is like walking through a pitch-black tunnel, with visibility even lower than outside.

Jia Liang walked unhurriedly, the sound of his work boots on the ground being particularly clear in the silence.

Suddenly, he stopped.

A strange chill crept up my spine and up to the back of my neck.

It's like being silently watched from the shadows by some more advanced predator.

There was dead silence all around.

He stood quietly in the dark corridor, straining his ears to listen carefully.

Only the rusty water pipes, in some unknown corner, made the sound of leaking water.

tick tock...tick tock...

The sound of water droplets hitting the ground echoed in the empty corridor, tapping at one's nerves.

At the same time, the feeling of being spied on grew stronger, coiling around his back like a venomous snake.

Jia Liang's heart skipped a beat, and he held his breath.

The neck muscles tensed, and the neck slowly twisted.

call--

He took a deep breath and his body spun around like a spring.

His eyes were wide open in the darkness, his gaze fixed on something a dozen meters ahead.

The deep, quiet corridor resembled the gaping maw of a monstrous beast ready to devour its prey.

Within this enormous maw, a blurry human figure could be vaguely discerned.

The man's face was deathly pale, and his eyes, hidden in the shadows, flickered with an ominous red light, making him look like a demon from hell.

No, it should be a mask with a grotesque design.

"who are you?"

Jia Liang's voice carried a hint of threat, his gaze sharp as a knife, fixed intently on the demon mask.

This person was able to appear here silently, almost escaping his enhanced and heightened senses.

Clearly, those who come with ill intentions will not come.

The figure did not answer his question.

After a moment of silence, he asked in a calm tone:

"Are you an executive of the Noah Organization?"

Jia Liang was slightly taken aback.

Has my identity been exposed?

His eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, and his hand, hanging at his side, quietly reached for the military dagger tucked into his belt.

"I was right."

The figure seemed satisfied with his reaction, then asked with a hint of doubt:
"But why didn't I see you at the party?"

"So...you're a colleague from the organization?"

Upon hearing this, Jia Liang's tense nerves immediately relaxed, and a smile instantly spread across his face:
"Nice to meet you! I'm from the medical department, I don't show my face often. May I ask which department you're from?"

As he spoke, he naturally took two steps forward, his tone as familiar as if he had met an old friend he hadn't seen in a long time.

But the moment he took his second step, Jia Liang's eyes suddenly became incredibly sharp.

He suddenly slammed the canvas bag on his shoulder at the figure!

Almost simultaneously, the sole of the boot slammed against the rough cement ground.

He was like a bowstring stretched to its limit, suddenly shooting out and leaving only a blur in the ground.

laugh!
With a soft sound as if tearing through the air, a chilling glint appeared in his hand.

After feinting, launch a sneak attack.

This is his most frequently used trick.

With his superhuman skill and speed, he used to always be able to kill with a single blow.

however.

His dagger hadn't even been extended half an inch.

The masked figure suddenly vanished before his eyes.

It was as if it were just a phantom shadow that would dissipate with a gust of wind.

whoosh-

A gust of wind swept past his ear, causing the strands of hair on his forehead to flutter.

Jia Liang's pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints, and alarm bells rang wildly in his mind.

He didn't even have time to think; his body reacted based on his honed fighting instincts.

Using his waist and abdomen, he forcefully twisted his body in mid-air, the dagger in his hand tracing a deadly arc as he slashed horizontally behind him.

This move combines offense and defense, demonstrating an exceptional reaction time.

But, it's still too late.

A hand emerged from the darkness, ignoring the sharp glint of the blade, and precisely pierced through the gap, grabbing his neck.

Jia Liang's breathing stopped for a moment.

That hand was like an iron clamp, containing terrifying power, making it impossible for him to move an inch.

"You're too slow..."

A white ghost face appeared right in front of him, very close.

A pair of bloodshot eyes, like burning embers in the darkness, stared at him indifferently.

This monster... somehow managed to get behind him in the blink of an eye, in a fraction of a second.

Before they could even catch a glimpse of his afterimage, he was subdued by his opponent.

boom!
The figure grabbed him by the neck and slammed him against the wall.

Cement debris exploded everywhere!

The mottled corridor wall was dented and cracked in the shape of a human figure, with dust falling down in a flurry.

"Well……"

Jia Liang groaned, feeling as if his internal organs had been displaced, and a sharp pain suddenly struck.

But he did not struggle. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes. He twisted his wrist with his right hand, which was holding the dagger, and suddenly stabbed it towards the temple of the person in front of him.

This strike was swift and ruthless, determined to pierce the opponent's skull!

Whoosh!
The figure's left hand moved with lightning speed, striking first and firmly grasping the wrist holding the knife.

The reaction was so quick, as if it had been anticipated.

Jia Liang did not give up and wait for his death.

He then swiftly kicked his right foot upwards.

bass!
A chilling glint flashed from the toe of the leather boot, aimed directly at the opponent's groin.

Those were foot blades hidden in the soles of the boots!
In such close-quarters combat, such a concealed weapon, if unleashed, would be the most insidious and deadly killing move!

however.

The thought of succeeding hadn't even had a chance to arise in Jia Liang's mind.

The ghostly face in front of me vanished in an instant once again.

The hidden blade grazed past the figure, and the attack suddenly missed its target.

Fortunately, the hand that had been gripping his neck disappeared as well.

Jia Liang was able to put his feet back on the ground and gasped for breath.

My neck is burning with pain, as if it's about to snap.

He quickly scanned the scene out of the corner of his eye and barely caught a glimpse of the blurry figure retreating in the darkness.

With a determined heart, knowing that the opportunity was too good to pass up and that he absolutely could not let the other party escape smoothly, he had to regain the initiative.

"Die!" Jia Liang roared, his body rolling and pouncing like a cheetah hunting its prey.

The dagger in his hand and the blade on his foot were activated instantly, slicing through the air.

A vicious dagger thrust straight at the opponent's heart.

The figure merely turned slightly to the side, and the blade grazed past the clothing.

With a flick of his wrist, Jia Liang gripped the dagger in a reverse grip and, at an odd angle, changed from a stabbing attack to a horizontal slash, aiming for the opponent's neck.

The figure's head, however, tilted back at an angle that defied physiology, barely avoiding the impact.

Immediately afterwards, Jia Liang's left leg, wielding a blade, moved like a venomous snake, launching a tricky low sweep aimed at the opponent's supporting leg.

But the figure merely touched the ground with its toes, and its entire body floated up half a meter.

The cold glint of the blade flashed past beneath his shoes, the force of the wind it generated barely ruffling his trouser legs.

Each dodge of the figure was exquisite, the movements as graceful as a stroll under the moon.

laugh!laugh!laugh!
Jia Liang's offensive became increasingly frenzied and relentless, transforming into a swirling storm of death.

The dagger's thrusts, slashes, and parries, combined with the side kicks, whip kicks, and stomps of the legs, were fierce and seamlessly connected.

Each strike was accompanied by a sharp, tearing sound as it ripped through the air.

However, the opponent's body seemed to have no bones, and he could always evade all his attacks at incredible angles.

Amidst the deadly flashes of blades and shadows, he moved with composure, dodging and weaving.

Jia Liang became increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

The figure in front of him only dodged and did not fight back at all.

He felt no joy whatsoever; instead, a chill ran through his body.

After a brief exchange, he realized that his opponent was clearly superior to him in both reflexes and agility.

This monster's actions... clearly indicate it wants to capture me alive!
Within the organization, Jia Liang was known for his physical speed and fighting skills.

Today, however, he encountered a monster who could completely overwhelm him in both speed and martial arts skills!

A sense of humiliation at being wantonly despised grew in his heart.

"Fine, if you want to capture me alive, then let's see if you have the ability!"

bass!
With a flick of his left boot, Jia Liang unleashed a gleaming foot blade.

The offensive surged instantly!

The dagger in his hand, combined with the blades on his boots, was like a high-speed meat grinder, frantically attacking the figure.

But the figure remained calm and composed, like a wisp of unrestrained smoke drifting by.

Each time, the distance avoided was by a hair's breadth, not a fraction more or less.

A stranger feeling welled up in Jia Liang's heart.

It seems that the other party does not merely want to capture him alive, as one might have assumed.

Rather, it was like they were using him as practice.

It's like trying out various near-limit dodging techniques to test a newly acquired ability.

This sense of humiliation completely ignited his anger.

Jia Liang nearly ground his teeth to powder, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.

Seizing an opportunity he thought he had, he turned his legs into afterimages and launched a series of flying kicks toward the figure's chest.

The blade traced two deadly paths in the air!

Just as the kick was about to land.

The figure vanished again as if teleported, leaving not even a trace.

Jia Liang's pupils contracted sharply, and alarm bells rang in his mind.

At this moment, his body was suspended in the air, his old strength was exhausted and his new strength had not yet been generated, and his whole body revealed fatal flaws!

really.

The figure had already appeared on his right side like a ghost, seized the opening, and unceremoniously delivered a simple and direct straight kick.

boom!
Jia Liang felt as if he had been hit by a speeding truck.

His body flew out of control, crashing through a closed door and slamming inside.

Dust filled the air, choking people's noses and mouths.

"Cough...cough cough!"

Jia Liang coughed violently, and a trickle of foamy blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He felt that at least three of his sternums were broken, and the excruciating pain almost made him faint.

At this moment, all that remained in my heart was endless horror.

I originally thought the other party was just agile and faster than me, but I didn't expect that their strength was also overwhelming.

You should know that he is an 8th-level cadre of the Noah Organization, and he can be considered one of the top experts in the entire East Capital branch.

Before joining the organization, he was a Class C wanted criminal by the Special Investigations Team.

After joining, he was fortunate enough to pass human trials, which led to a leap in his abilities.

In particular, the explosive power and agility of the body's muscles have increased significantly, and the speed of movement in combat is so fast that ordinary experts simply cannot keep up.

He is now a completely different person, with overall abilities comparable to an A-level expert.

However, even with such abnormal physical abilities, he couldn't withstand even a seemingly casual kick from his opponent!

This monster is terrifyingly strong!
Jia Liang spat out a mouthful of blood and ripped off his black-rimmed glasses, the lenses of which were completely shattered.

He opened his eyes wide and stared intently at his surroundings.

Dust obscured the view, and there were splinters of wood and peeling paint everywhere.

Three corpses were still vaguely visible lying on the ground.

This place... is the very room where he just killed those three test subjects.

A resolute glint flashed in Jia Liang's eyes as he swiftly drew his pistol from its holster and aimed it toward the door.

Amidst the smoke and dust, the figure slowly walked in.

boom! boom! boom!
Jia Liang fired continuously without hesitation.

Flames kept bursting forth in the darkness!

He employed his superb Mozambican shooting technique, anticipating the opponent's movements, and delivered a three-hit combo to the torso, chest, and head in one smooth motion.

The specially designed armor-piercing bullets whizzed past the opponent's body, leaving a trail of sparks as they struck the wall.

Despite their impressive momentum, they ultimately failed to achieve their goals.

Those bullets were like hitting a phantom made of air, posing no threat whatsoever.

After several unsuccessful attempts,

Click, click.

Jia Liang frantically pulled the trigger, and the firing pin made a crisp, hollow sound.

We're out of bullets!

He suddenly looked up.

The figure at the doorway disappeared.

I don't know where they went.

But Jia Liang knew that the other party was definitely still in this room.

Like a cruel feline, it always plays around with its prey before killing it.

"call--"

He took a deep breath, his heart seemingly stopping at that moment.

His neck muscles became incredibly stiff, and he slowly, inch by inch, raised his head.

The next second, his pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum size.

The white ghost face was floating prominently above his head.

Those red eyes were now looking down at him, staring intently.

The masked figure had its limbs outstretched like a gecko, and its fingertips and soles seemed to possess some kind of suction, sticking to the ceiling.

he!
It actually broke free from Earth's gravity and hung upside down in the air, defying the laws of physics.

This scene was absolutely terrifying!
It was like Kayako, the evil spirit who climbed down from the attic in a horror movie, had actually appeared before my eyes.

"what……"

Jia Liang let out a terrified scream, then collapsed to the ground, unable to hold on any longer.

The last bit of strength I had been holding onto completely dissipated.

The excruciating pain throughout his body rendered him unable to move even a single finger.

He knew that he had lost, and lost miserably.

"You...who are you?"

Jia Liang's voice trembled slightly: "You and I... shouldn't have any personal grudges, right?"

The figure silently descended from the ceiling, landing firmly on the ground.

"It doesn't hurt to tell you."

The figure's voice remained calm, as if the fierce battle just now was merely a warm-up, and there was even a sense of unfinished business.

“I am the smiling devil that your organization is hunting.”

Upon hearing this, Jia Liang was taken aback.