Cthulhu America, I can see the kill line.

The expected block or dodge did not occur.

Kong Jiu simply stood there, loosening his fist from his newly repaired hand.

There was no loud noise, no bright light, only a slight "ripping" sound, like cloth being torn.

The subspace rift has been torn open.

Unstable dark purple light flowed along the edge of the rift, while the interior was a bottomless darkness. A book as black as ink slowly emerged from the rift, like a corpse rising from deep water, and landed in Kong Jiu's outstretched palm.

As the book appeared, Wintert's forward momentum came to an abrupt halt.

The modified soldier's dynamic vision allowed him to see every detail.

The three illegible characters on the book cover seemed to be breathing.

Their once surging fighting spirit suddenly waned at this moment.

Wendart felt his throat go dry and cold sweat seep from his palms as he gripped the sword.

Yesterday, this very book transformed into a thousand weapons, forcefully shattering his power armor.

First, let me emphasize this again.

Kong Jiu's voice was calm and even, without the slightest ripple. He held the book in one hand and gently brushed the cover with the other.

The book then transformed into a black stream of light, like a living ink, flowing, spinning, and changing shape in his palm.

"The Rat God in your eyes is more of a partner to me."

The black light rose and fell with the words, sometimes stretching into a ribbon, sometimes curling into a ball.

Wendart stared intently at the darkness, his modified eye sensors working frantically to try and analyze its composition, but all he got back was a series of unrecognizable and unanalyzable warnings.

"Does it want to reclaim the blessings that belong to the weak, or will it appoint someone else as its messenger...?"

Kong Jiu paused, the light swirling around his fingertips, "As its friend, I will only respect its choice."

The ink-like flow of light suddenly took shape.

As darkness faded, the metallic luster emerged.

It was a bronze mace, with a simple and ancient design and a surface covered with fine patterns.

This is the very weapon that smashed the Windat power armor yesterday.

At this moment, it lay quietly in Kong Jiu's hand, without light or pressure, just like an ordinary ancient weapon.

"second,"

Kong Jiu picked up the mace, and with a slight twist of his wrist, the mace made a low, whistling sound as it cut through the air.

"If you mistakenly believe that I want to test my skills and see if I'm strong enough to deal with scum like you..."

His eyes gradually turned cold, not out of deliberate ferocity, but from the most basic killing intent of a kind person like him towards evil people.

"Without the blessing of the Rat God, I would be no match for you..."

Kong Jiu took a step forward.

Just one step.

"Then you are very wrong."

As he uttered the last word, Kong Jiu took a sudden step forward!

The charred floor tiles beneath his feet cracked open in a spiderweb pattern. He raised his bronze mace and swung it at the arrogant gang leader.

Unhappy.

It's not fast at all.

Under Wendart's almost abnormally enhanced dynamic vision of the modified soldiers, Kong Jiu's movements were nearly sluggish.

The trajectory of the mace was clearly visible, and the time required to reach its own head could even be calculated—0.47 seconds.

When it approached the anti-psychic field surrounding Windat, its speed even slowed down noticeably, as if it had sunk into an invisible quagmire.

That's it?

Wendart sneered inwardly, pulling his facial muscles into a mocking arc.

He raised his power sword, not even using his full strength, but simply parrying the bronze mace.

The sword's internal combustion engine groaned, and the tungsten steel blade gleamed with a cold, hard light in the sunlight.

This sword is the culmination of Pudu Pharmaceutical's military technology.

If we go head-to-head, I can't possibly lose!

"clang--!!!"

It wasn't the crisp sound of metal colliding, but a dull thud, like a giant hammer striking an anvil.

The power sword collided solidly with the bronze mace, and the point of impact exploded into a visible shockwave that scattered all the burning embers around it.

The bronze mace has developed cracks.

Fine, spiderweb-like cracks spread from the point of impact, instantly covering the entire mace.

That's right!

In the extraordinary dynamic visuals, Wendart's ecstasy reached its peak.

He could see the cracks widening, the structure of the bronze mace disintegrating, and he could feel the reaction force from the power sword.

The opponent's strength is nothing special!

The bronze mace finally gave way and shattered into pieces of varying sizes, all black in color.

Won!

Undoubtedly, in this head-on offensive, Wintert held the absolute upper hand!

He could even picture what would happen next: the power sword slashing down, cutting through the opponent's shoulder, severing the collarbone, and splitting open the chest cavity...

This yellow-skinned monkey, without the blessing of the Rat God, is utterly worthless!

Wintert looked up in ecstasy.

He wanted to return Kong Jiu's provocative smile and admire the despair on that Eastern face as it was cleaved in two by the next attack of the power sword.

His greatest hobby in life was watching the dying eyes of those who died tragically at his hands!

What's more, this was once a divine messenger who had suppressed him.

His gaze followed the broken bronze mace upwards, landing on the hand that should have been holding the mace's handle.

Empty.

Empty?

No one is holding that mace?

Wintert's heart skipped a beat.

He was so focused on this head-on clash that he concentrated all his attention on the collision between the mace and the sword!

The replay function of dynamic vision is activated in the brain immediately!

The scene flashes back frame by frame: at the moment of impact, Kong Jiu's hand loosens its grip on the mace handle; in the frame before the impact, that hand is already loosening; in the frame before that...

Kong Jiu, where is he?

When?!

The black fragments of the shattered iron mace still floated in the air, scattering into even finer halos of light.

No, that's not a halo, it's real flowing light!

Darkness, a stream of light that seemed capable of swallowing everything!

Firelight, sunlight, the crackling sound of the burning church, and the faint sound of police sirens in the distance...

All the sounds distorted, stretched, and became bizarre at that moment.

The audio receiver that Windat modified in his ear emitted a piercing noise.

Within seconds? Within milliseconds? Or in an instant?

In the fluctuating perception of time, all light sources are swallowed up by the shattered, substantial stream of light.

Windat's vision sensor first captures a data stream of light attenuation, then plunges into complete darkness.

It is not darkness, but nothingness, a void from which even the concept of "darkness" itself has been stripped away.

Vision was completely obscured.

All I could hear was my own heartbeat growing louder and louder.

The tactile feedback signals from the power armor were completely chaotic.

The burnt smell disappeared.

His sense of taste was gone; all that remained in his mouth was the metallic, bloody taste of blood he had drawn from biting his own tongue.

This bloodthirsty man, who called himself the Heartless One, felt fear for the third time in an instant from the same person.

He felt as if he had stepped into a pitch-black night, no, a realm even more empty than the night.

There was no solid ground beneath his feet, no boundaries around him, and he lost all sense of direction—up, down, left, right, front, and back. He tried to swing his power sword, but he felt no air resistance as he moved the blade, as if he were swinging it in a vacuum.

"Congratulations, Wintert."

A voice rang out from the darkness.

It didn't come from a certain direction, but echoed directly in his mind, vast, clear, and so cold it sent chills down his spine.

Wintert shuddered and nearly dropped his sword.

That was Kong Jiu's voice.

"You're the first person to witness this move of mine."

In the pitch black, in the far, far distance—this "far" is not physical distance, but rather a perceptual isolation.

A figure slowly gathered, like an ink droplet falling into water, spreading out and then reforming.

It is Kong Jiu.

The young man from the East who had repeatedly filled him with fear stood there, at the "other end" of this boundless darkness.

Wendart could see him, but he couldn't tell how far away he was, nor could he tell how far away he was from him. All spatial scales failed here.

"I've always wanted to try out that foolish saint's dying trick."

Kong Jiu raised his hand, and a darker, more intense stream of light seeped out from the surrounding nothingness, coiling around his arm like a snake returning to its nest, and finally being grasped in his palm.

The darkness was so intense it seemed to be a physical entity, wriggling and expanding in my palm.

"Guess what?"

Kong Jiu's tone was teasing, "He needs to exhaust all his spiritual power to open up the subspace. And I, as a subspace traveler..."

He gripped the darkest light tightly in his hand.

"Instead, all you need to do is use this book to get closer to others."

The moment the words left his mouth, Kong Jiu's aura began to change.

At first, there were slight ripples, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake.

But the ripples quickly expanded, turning into waves, and then into a tsunami.

An incomprehensible, twisted, and chaotic force erupted from his body.

No, it's not release, but "manifestation".

This power already existed within him, but it had been suppressed before, or rather, it could only be used in the subspace.

[The essence of the subspace concept (continuation): Located within the subspace, all attributes are increased by +5]

The cold, impersonal system notification appeared in Kong Jiu's vision.

[Warspace Concept Essence (Loyalty): Located in the warp, all attributes +50]

When the second line of text appeared, Kong Jiu's aura surged dramatically.

The surrounding darkness began to swirl, forming an invisible vortex centered on him.

[Subspace Concept Essence (Zhenning): Located in subspace, all attributes +10]

The third line of text reads, "The vortex is accelerating, and Wintert feels himself being dragged."

[Subspace Concept Essence (Excellent): Grants +50 to all attributes in the subspace realm]

The moment the fourth line of text appeared, the chaotic power of the four concepts erupted completely!

They intertwine, collide, and merge, transforming into an indescribable, twisted torrent.

The darkness was no longer a static backdrop, but came alive, emitting a silent roar.

Space groaned, time trembled, and all reason collapsed at this moment.

Kong Jiu was lifted high by this force, and the white in his eyes was covered by pure black.

At this moment, the aura he exuded was completely beyond what Wintert could comprehend.

It was no longer a "powerful opponent," but an "indescribable thing."

The modified soldier's analysis system completely crashed, and a burning warning of overload appeared in his brain.

The once-arrogant gang leader collapsed, as if his power armor could no longer support his weight.

His lips trembled uncontrollably, his teeth chattered, and he wanted to speak, to curse, to beg for mercy, but no sound came out.

"If only I could pull the other person into the subspace with me, so I could use the power of those four concepts..."

Kong Jiu's voice rang out again, eerily calm, "The rest is actually quite easy to resolve."

The dark light in his hand grew increasingly intense, stretching and deforming, gradually coalescing into the outline of a weapon.

"This time, you don't have thirty seconds to say your last words, Wintert."