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In an instant, a faint golden star mark appeared on the back of Polnareff's hand, then disappeared as if in a dream. The sudden surge of life energy within his body caused his overall strength to rise to a new level!

This exhilarating feeling even made him want to let out a long howl!

However, this sudden burst of speed made him faster than expected, and the blade deviated from its original trajectory.

He swung his sword based on "blocking the enemy's escape route," and the timing, angle, and speed had to be precisely controlled. This was not a difficult task for a top swordsman, because they had a thorough understanding of every muscle in their body and could completely control their power.

Yes, he "lost control" for a moment.

His extraordinary talent meant that even in this situation, he was only a step away, but Ye Shou was able to easily avoid it.

huh~

The katana fell from mid-air, landing precisely at this spot, which the boy caught casually, then drew into a bow stance and swung it downwards—

Clang!

The blade flashed, blood splattered, and Polnareff's right hand, which was holding the knife, was cleanly severed!

Chapter 129 I'm going to become a training master!

"Hands! Anubis... my, my divine power!!!"

Polnareff, who had lost his right hand, clutched the wound that was gushing blood, and knelt on the ground, screaming in anguish, but he quickly came to his senses.

"Ah... Ah? Why am I shouting 'Anubis'? What is this... Oh my god~ My hand! It hurts so much! There's so much bleeding!"

"Hey, you're awake, Bobo?"

"Ye Shou?! What's going on? Weren't we just sparring?"

Is it just a 'sparring match' from your perspective?

Ye Shou curled his lip and calmly went up to kick Bobo's severed hand, but the muscles were too tense and he still held the ancient sword firmly.

With no other option, Ye Shou had to step on the blade with one foot and kick the severed hand away with the other!

"Hey! No!"

Polnareff was horrified: "Don't be so rough! Be careful, slowly—lift it gently like you're lifting a girl's skirt!"

"..."

"Hospital! I urgently need to be taken to a hospital!"

Polnareff stood up, splattering blood as he looked around, unsure of what to do.

"Ye Shou, quick, find the cops over there—no, I mean, the police officers—huh?"

The boy walked forward, holding the severed hand, casually blew off the dust, and then grabbed Polnareff's right arm, pressing the two wound sections together.

scoff~~~

The wound immediately made a sound like boiling water!

Polnareff felt a sharp pain, even more intense than before, but he gritted his teeth and endured it without uttering a word.

Then he opened his eyes wide:

The blood around the wound boiled and slowly flowed back, healing at a visible speed. Finally, the surface scab was wiped away, leaving a scar that was much whiter.

It was so itchy... but it's definitely healed now!

I tried moving my wrists, and there was no stiffness or awkwardness at all; my motor function has been perfectly preserved.

“I knew you had the ability to heal wounds… I never imagined you could do something like this, it’s like something out of the Bible.”

Popo's expression turned serious: "Is that power called 'Ripple' really that amazing?"

"This is healing magic," Ye Shou smiled, offering no explanation.

Powerful Ripple users can indeed maintain the vitality of their limbs, but not as efficiently as healing magic.

"Ye Shou... what's wrong with me? What just happened is all blurry in my memory, like a dream." Polnareff covered his head. "It seems like there was a knife I really liked..."

"Don't pick up things randomly in the future, but you should consider this a blessing in disguise."

Ye Shou turned his head and shouted in a strong voice, "Officer, you'd better not touch that. You don't want to have your hand chopped off, do you?"

"……what?"

The patrolman, who was originally far away from this place, had somehow arrived next to the god Anubis. His eyes were cloudy, and he was about to pick up his knife from the ground when Ye Shou shouted at him. He was startled awake and realized that he was inexplicably standing so close to the statue. He almost had a heart attack from the fright.

Falling backward onto the plaza floor, the policeman shuffled awkwardly, exclaiming, "Evil... demon... this knife is tempting me, it's like a demon! What's going on?!"

"Stay calm. Everyone experiences things in life that defy common sense."

Ye Shou picked up the scabbard from the ground, walked over to the police, avoided looking at the blade, and slowly used the scabbard to gradually sheath the entire blade, starting from the tip.

'No...save me! Master, save me!'

"Calling him won't do any good. Disobedient dogs should be taught a lesson."

Ye Shou thought it was just a passing breeze, put the [Anubis] sword into his arms, and when he turned around, the sword had completely disappeared, as if he had performed a magic trick. The police who witnessed the whole thing could only gape and do nothing else.

Bobo didn't say a word the whole time, and only breathed a sigh of relief after the knife disappeared from sight.

"My mind shouldn't be affected anymore now... Tsk, it's still a pity!"

Although his memory was hazy, as a swordsman, the exhilarating feeling of freely unleashing power was still deeply imprinted on his body, and Bobo couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness.

But now he has regained his senses and understands that this feeling is not normal:

He used to dislike relying on external forces and never resorted to tricks; he only believed in the skills he had painstakingly honed day by day.

To be so obsessed with an ancient sword, hoping to become powerful through inanimate objects... that's completely unlike him!

"When there is no need to worry or be tempted, everyone thinks they are incredibly strong, but when it comes to making a choice, very few can stick to their original intentions."

Accepting this trial sooner will be beneficial in tempering your character.

"...How can you be so calm?" Polnareff looked at Ye Shou. "I almost killed you just now!"

Huh? Is that how it appears from your perspective?

Ye Shou turned around and exchanged a surprised glance with Bobo; both of them were somewhat puzzled.

"Alright! No matter who you are! Now all of you come with me to the police station to give statements!"

The charges are fighting in a public place and damaging state property!

The policeman mustered his courage, pulled out his pistol... then thought about it and put it back, instead taking out handcuffs.

"Of course, if you want to leave... I have no objection, cough!"

"Let me explain, officer, actually—"

"Sure, no problem at all."

"Ugh?"

The police officer and Bobo both turned around in astonishment: "What did you say?"

“I am a law-abiding citizen, of course I am willing to cooperate with the investigation.”

Ye Shou surrendered, winking at Bobo: "Now I don't have to worry about where to stay tonight~"

-

The police station's detention room, for reasons unknown, had a separate room set aside to accommodate the two people, despite the shortage of beds.

This was a first for both Bobo and Ye Shou. At first, it was a bit novel, but later they became bored. Bobo even kept complaining about the sanitary conditions in the cell.

"In my opinion, the conditions are already quite good, after all, it's not a hotel."

"No matter what you say, I absolutely will not sleep in this filthy bed!" Bobo grinned. "I'd rather stand all night!"

"as you like

Ye Shou said he didn't mind, but his actions betrayed him; like Bobo, he didn't sleep with her.

The difference is that he didn't just stand there; instead, he spread his legs, bent his knees, put his hands together on his lower abdomen, and focused his mind and breath... This is called "standing meditation".

Bobo squatted on the ground, watching Ye Shouxiu practice with boredom. This action seemed easy to him, and it was normal to maintain it for several tens of minutes. But gradually he noticed something different.

It's so hot!

The heat emanating from Ye Shou was so intense that it made everyone in the same room feel parched!

Logically speaking, body heat alone could not achieve this effect unless a burning brazier was placed there, which does not conform to Polnareff's common sense.

He had seen too many things about Ye Shou that defied common sense, so he wasn't that shocked anymore. But his curiosity still compelled him to investigate further.

He was also a person with keen senses and excellent insight, and he quickly noticed the anomaly:

There seems to be "wind" in the cell!

These streams of heat don't spread randomly; rather, they move according to a certain pattern, much like ocean currents. Therefore, the wind direction varies in every corner, preventing most of the heat from dissipating. Instead, the heat becomes increasingly concentrated, forming a "heat vortex" centered on Ye Shou.

If there were a thermal imaging camera here, we would definitely see something amazing!

This is beyond what martial arts can achieve; in Polnareff's eyes, it's practically Eastern magic!

"what……"

"Ok?"

Seemingly noticing Bobo's gaze, Ye Shou opened his eyes: "What... Oh, sorry, it's a bit hot? I'm used to practicing alone, I'll put it away now."

"No, I... I just don't quite understand."

Bobo hesitated for a moment, then asked, "How did you do that?"

Ye Shou smiled knowingly and asked casually, "Want to learn?"

"……Um!"

"I'll teach you!"

-

When people hear the word "ripples," they often think of the Stone Mask and vampires, as if the two are related. But that's not actually the case.

The original Ripple Qigong was a self-cultivation technique developed by Eastern practitioners four thousand years ago in pursuit of a higher realm. It aimed to achieve physical transcendence by accumulating life energy (but could only achieve "longevity" and not "immortality").