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Chapter 85 Self-created Martial Arts

At the scene, the enthusiastic crowd spontaneously surrounded the building, making it impossible for vehicles to travel normally within a one-kilometer radius.

The appearance of the White Night brought the atmosphere to its climax.

Before today, these people didn't even really believe in God.

But at this moment, they all stared at Bai Ye with the eyes of fanatics, and some even knelt down to worship him.

It is foreseeable that if Bai Ye were to raise his arms and call to action at this moment, he might be able to establish a large religion with a considerable number of members around the world.

"White Night! White Night! White Night!"

The cheers were deafening, and everyone was chanting his name, but Bai Ye did not answer. He just watched them quietly, like a teacher watching noisy students in a classroom.

Gradually, as Bai Ye ignored it, the sound grew fainter and fainter, eventually fading into nothingness.

"Thank you all for your support." Seeing that things had finally quieted down, Bai Ye smiled slightly and said, "However, your support for me should be based on not violating the law and public order."

"Because of your arrival, neither vehicles nor pedestrians can pass through the area. What you need to do now is calm down, go home and become useful members of society."

As he spoke, Bai Ye glanced around at the reporters present and then picked out a female reporter carrying live-streaming equipment, asking, "Excuse me, ma'am, do you have time in the next two hours?"

"Oh, are you talking about me?" The female reporter carrying the camera equipment felt a little flustered, but under Bai Ye's encouraging gaze, she nodded firmly and said, "Of course I have time. What do you want me to do?"

"Since I'm advising them to be useful members of society, I should naturally set an example by doing so," Bai Ye said righteously. "So I'd like to issue a challenge."

"challenge?"

"Over the next two hours, I will be cracking down on any crime in New York City," Bai Ye said to the female reporter. "And if you don't mind, you can have your camera follow me the whole time."

"Of course I have no problem," the female reporter hurriedly nodded. She had already heard the editor-in-chief's strict order through her earpiece: if she messed up, she could expect to be fired.

"Thank you very much for your cooperation."

Bai Ye smiled slightly and looked at Chief George, who had just hurried down the stairs, and said, "Chief, the rest of these people are in your hands. Remember to clean up the battlefield after I finish cracking down on crime."

"Me? What about me?"

George, who had just come down, looked completely bewildered. But the next moment, Bai Ye waved his hand lightly, and amidst the female reporter's exclamation, he enveloped the reporter with his inner force and, in front of everyone, soared into the sky.

"What did he just say?" George, who had just come downstairs and knew nothing about what was going on, looked at the police officer standing guard nearby in confusion.

As Bai Ye left, the crowd that had gathered at the scene soon dispersed, preparing to see Bai Ye again through the live broadcast.

……

At an altitude of 1,000 meters, Bai Ye used his internal energy to protect the reporter as he soared through the air, focusing most of his five senses on his previously neglected hearing.

Previously, Daredevil 2.9's mental attributes allowed him to generate images of his surroundings in his mind using only sound, but now the White Night is even more terrifying.

The sounds of blood flow, heartbeat, breathing, walking, and even blinking.

In an instant, all the sounds within several kilometers around him entered his ears clearly and accurately, and after being processed by his brain, his specific source was determined.

"Found it!" Bai Ye's gaze instantly focused in one direction. He clasped his hands together slightly, and between his palms, a purple ball of energy the size of a longan was constantly contracting and expanding.

"Mr. Bai, what is this?" The reporter gradually adjusted to the feeling of walking on flat ground high in the air and then asked Bai Ye curiously.

"Depending on the different flows of internal energy between different meridians, combining them can allow the released or enhanced true energy to exhibit different effects in various moves."

"Therefore, theoretically speaking, one can test the best martial arts technique in all aspects by exhaustive search."

Bai Ye calmly said to the live streamer, "This move is my own creation; let's call it the Eighteen Subduing Dragons."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Ye thrust his palms forward, and the purple sphere in his palms exploded, emitting a loud dragon roar, and transformed into eighteen purple streaks of light that flew in all directions.

On the street, a man clutched an expensive handbag tightly in his hand and ran forward desperately.

Behind the man, a woman was shouting for help.

As the man ran further and further away, a streak of light descended from the sky and struck him in the back in an instant. The terrifying force blew the man's vest open in a flash and then pushed him to the ground.

By the time the woman whose bag had been snatched behind him realized what was happening, the man was already vomiting blood and unconscious.

And just like this, happening simultaneously within a radius of several kilometers, the eighteen streams of light that exploded from Bai Ye's hand precisely brought the nearby crimes to justice.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Hearing the continuous explosions below, Bai Ye looked at the bewildered female reporter and said, "The city center is quite safe. Crime in this area has been completely eradicated. Let's head to Brooklyn next."

"Oh, okay." The female reporter nodded, and the next moment Bai Ye pulled her toward Brooklyn.

In those two hours, the entire crime scene in New York City was subjected to a devastating crackdown, with more than 300 serious crimes being eliminated in just half an hour.

Because they acted too quickly and indiscriminately, they even wiped out some of Kingpin's men, leaving Kingpin speechless when he learned of it later.

Two hours later, having killed some time, Bai Ye politely bid farewell to the female reporter who was reluctant to part and wanted to exchange contact information, and his figure disappeared from the live broadcast view in a blur.

Meanwhile, on their way back to the academy, Jean Grey and Professor X, who were ambushed by Stryker's officers and fell into a coma due to a stun grenade, were being secretly taken to a military base.

A day later, Charles awoke from his coma and saw a middle-aged man smiling at him.

"Charles, we meet again." Stryker greeted Charles gently. "When was the last time we met? Oh right, it was when you refused to treat my son."

"Stryker? You're the one who arrested me." Professor X instantly realized what had happened, and his expression turned somewhat grim.

At this moment, he wanted to use his mental abilities, but found that a metal helmet was on his head, isolating his mind from his brain and preventing him from projecting his thoughts outward.

"Don't bother trying. The helmets the Soviets made back then were really good; they were very effective at suppressing people with mental abilities."

Stryker crossed his arms and said confidently, "Now, I'll show you a good show."

"What are you looking at?"

"Of course, it's about having you mutants assassinate the president in full view of everyone."

(End of this chapter)