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At best, it's just a beast that looks like a human, right?

What did that sentence say?

Terrorists don't feel pain.

Yes, if that’s the case, then doesn’t it matter what he does?

The corners of Yang Pojun's mouth curled up under his armor, and he walked towards the man in robes.

Wallenstein was almost kicked to death by Yang Pojun.

If it weren't for his ability to change the friction rate and reduce the secondary impact damage as much as possible, he would have died from that kick just now.

"Pfft-"

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Damn it, how did you do that? I clearly used my ability to reduce the friction rate to zero!"

"Hmm? The friction rate is zero? That's your sword-cutting ability."

Stopping about one meter away from the other party, Yang Pojun raised his hand and clenched it.

“Ugh…Ahhhh!!!”

Looking at the man howling softly, a childish and ruthless voice sounded.

"There was a man who seemed to have tried to do this before, and he conquered the Black Rhino Armor by reducing friction."

"I don't quite remember who the man was, but he later gave up the possibility."

"After all, even if the friction force is reduced to zero, you can still rely on electromagnetic force to lock it, and use the energy that covers the entire body to attack with a saturation (overflow) and (out) bombardment."

"Oh my, the common sense back then was really poor - I was pinned to the ground and beaten until I couldn't get up."

"Hmm? Why does it feel like it's being said in the first person?"

"Forget it, that's it anyway. Your boring abilities are useless in front of me. Do you have any new tricks?"

"No...don't move! Let go of Lord Wallenstein!"

"Ok?"

Yang Pojun leaned back and looked sideways behind him.

A man grabbed Tiangong Ziyin and put the gun against his temple.

"Oh, sorry, forgot you were here."

Yang Pojun apologized very frankly.

"【Cripple the limbs of his companions.】"

Fengleilei activation key.

Yang Pojun summoned the Heavenly Demon Blade, cut the rope on Tiangong Ziyin's hands, and then removed the cloth from his mouth.

"Isn't your ability to increase luck? Why are you so unlucky that you ended up in such a hellish place?"

Tiangong Ziyin: “…”

I want to know, too. I was thinking about whether I could help you in some way, and I was also thinking about whether I would be caught by you right away. As a result, I ended up in a place like this. Although I was definitely not caught right away...

As a result, after holding it in for a long time, Tiangong Ziyin did not say these words out of pride, but insisted on saying them for the sake of face.

"Humph, don't you want to make a name for yourself? Isn't destroying terrorist organizations' bases a good way to gain fame?"

"That's true, but it's foolish of you to take the risk alone. Besides, weren't we originally planning on doing special training? Now we can't go on halfway. Forget it, let's find a hotel to stay in later."

Tiangong Ziyin suddenly thought that rather than helping, her desire to make the special training disappear as soon as possible seemed to be stronger because she felt it was unreliable.

In other words, one's abilities should be used in this area.

Why does it feel different from before? Shouldn't it be easier to achieve the goal?

Could it be that my ability failed to activate?

"Ah, by the way, before that we have to solve other problems first. Let's get to work Tiangong and help all these guys up first."

Yang Pojun pointed at the people on the ground, some of whom had severe fractures in their limbs or had their limbs torn off, becoming disabled.

"……how about you?"

"I watched you work."

“You are employing child labor!”

"Look at what you said. I don't even pay you. How can it be considered as employment?"

"This is a scumbag's speech."

"That's Queshi."

Tiangong Ziyin took a deep breath and silently helped the person on the ground to sit up straight.

Yang Pojun watched Tiangong Ziyin, who was still trembling, calm down, then turned to look at Wallenstein, who was trying to launch a sneak attack from behind with a huge sword in his hand.

"Hey, let's play one, two, three, statue, huh?"

Wallenstein jumped up, raised his huge sword high, and chopped it down directly at him.

The Demonic Blade caught the giant sword, and an unexpected force came from it.

"Besides reducing friction, is there also the ability to increase friction? Then this ability is not completely useless."

Yang Pojun didn't even shake his wrist, he just kept this position and let Wallenstein do his best.

"[Tell me your name]."

"Wallenstein."

"Wallenstein..."

I feel like I've heard this name in some anime.

"【Kneel down and confess your sins.】"

Wallenstein knelt down immediately, but he did not show any repentance. Instead, he looked at him blankly.

People from another world are resistant to his abilities... that doesn't seem to be the case.

"Um... Wallenstein, have you ever killed anyone?"

“…I have never killed anyone.”

"How many have you killed?"

“I said I didn’t kill anyone.”

"【to be honest.】"

"Too many. Most of them are killed whenever they want, without any intention of remembering them."

"Well, it's my problem. I didn't consider that for some people, killing is not a crime."

Yang Pojun sincerely apologized for his stupidity.

"Then let's try another method. [From now on, think back to the people you killed every day. If there's one you can't remember, kowtow with all your strength. If you don't remember and haven't killed anyone, kowtow ten times. You must not stop until I tell you to stop.]"

"What?! You-you, you can't do this! Do you know that we are also powerful in the Celestial Empire? Once our organization finds out what you did to me, your whole family will die miserably!"

"… Wallenstein."

Yang Pojun moved closer to the other person and squatted down.

"Do you feel that there is a big hole in your words?"

"?"

"As long as I get rid of you all before you do anything, then no one will play dirty tricks on me, right?"

"!!!"

"By the way, in this kind of magical world, everyone should have their own title. Do you have one? [Answer me.]"

"...Sword Saint."

Horrified at the other's ability to dominate him completely without being affected, Wallenstein answered his question.

"I don't like this title. After all, the purity of your sneak attack just now was too low. A true swordsman should use a giant cannon to launch a sneak attack."

He waved the Shura Wind-Splitting Claw.

The purple claw-shaped attack tore off half of Wallenstein's body.

"I think the title [One-armed] suits you better. What do you think?"

"…You are talking about…"

Gradually realizing the gap in strength between himself and Yang Pojun, Wallenstein's tone began to lose its arrogance.

"Wallenstein, haven't you finished yet? With such low efficiency, I may not cooperate with you anymore..."

The handsome man who walked into the room from a corridor stopped talking abruptly. He looked at the miserable state of Rebellion and turned away.

"Sorry, we went the wrong way. Goodbye."

[150] Death of Fariagni

Fariagni had heard of the phrase "unpredictable things in the world" in an ancient Eastern country, but he had never imagined that the development of things could be so unpredictable.

The [Sword Saint] who had just been telling him how Misaki City was a great resource disappeared for a moment, and a man in old armor turned him into a [One-Armed Sword Saint].

Just by looking, Fariagni could tell that there was a monster on the other side.

The other party was certainly not a demon. Having seen more than one demon, he naturally had the ability to distinguish them.

But it is also because of this that when Fariagni felt the oppression from the other party, which was no less than any demon he had ever seen, he was convinced that the other party was a complete monster.

And the aura was also very strange, with the aura of the Red World, and also the aura of humans, as if he had had close contact with a Fire Mist Warrior. It was as if the other party had been holding a Fire Mist Warrior whose characteristics were obviously not fully mastered in his arms for a long time in the past few hours.

(The process is correct, but the conclusion is wrong.)

As a hunter who has survived in the world for many years, Fariagni has survived only because of his rich family background, outstanding ability to judge people and excellent fighting ability.

Although it is a bit embarrassing to say this, the humans in this world are not lambs to be slaughtered. The fact that there is no counterattack on the Red World is largely due to the fact that few Red World people can survive for too long without provoking a few demons who are not affected by the disappearance of the power of existence and forget the consequences of memory. Revenge is basically the portrayal of demons. Hatred is not accumulated over the years, so it is rarely passed on. Most humans who understand them don't care if they are capable of solving it, and the few who care usually don't have the ability to solve it or can't find it.

In such a situation, the only solution to survive and fight for the freedom you want is to stay alive or to run as far away as possible after firing a shot. Those who don't choose this will die long ago.

Simply put, Fariagni chose to follow his heart.

But unfortunately, Yang Pojun thought he and Wallenstein were in the same group.

The Shura Purgatory Blade flew over, passed by Fariagni's hair, and was nailed to the wall, with two-thirds of the blade embedded in it.

"【Tell me your name.】"

Some kind of ancient law that seemed to have come down from ancient times was issued, and Fariagni subconsciously obeyed it.

"The King of the Red World, Hunter, now goes by the name of Fariagni."

A chill came over Fariagni after he said this, as if some ferocious beast that wanted to tear him apart was staring at him.

"Hey, Wei Wu, I found the real boss."

"You're really lucky. What are you going to do? Kill him outright? Or hang him up and examine his entire body before killing him?"

"Why did you choose to kill so directly? Don't we have a more gentle way to deal with it?"

"Didn't you say you were going to kill me?"

"Robber him of treasures, then let him go, wait until he collects more treasures and then rob him again. This is called sustainable exhaustion of resources."

"There aren't that many Noble Phantasms. Normally it would take more than ten years to collect them all...right?"

The snake, who didn't really understand the use of making treasures or collecting a lot of treasures, said uncertainly.

He realized belatedly that Yang Pojun had just said something very strange. How could sustainability and exhausting all resources go together?

"It seems that the only option is to kill him and take the treasure... It always feels a bit wasteful. As the saying goes, you are what you eat. Do you have the ability to restore your strength by devouring the Red World's disciples?"

"What's with that ability that sounds so evil? Would someone eat their own kind for power?"

"Evil? I've seen this kind of plot in many novels. It feels very common, although there really isn't any cannibalism. I'm not a Red World disciple, so can't I get something by eating Red World disciples?"

"You're always thinking about what to eat and what to do? Don't hunters look similar to humans?"