I'm Just a Passing Doctor

Then he clenched down hard, intending to crush the mask with precise control without hurting the face beneath it.

But a faint blue glow suddenly rose from Mo Yi's body, and his vacant eyes abruptly regained their focus.

Having instantly dispelled the negative effects of the Evil Eye's illusion and electrical paralysis with Purification, Mo Yi came to his senses and found a huge hand covering his face. Only through the view between Midou Ban's fingers did he figure out what was happening.

That sneaky bastard who had ambushed him with a mental attack was actually trying to take off his mask?

Didn't they know that masks and veils by the roadside couldn't be casually removed?

In a certain grand world, once someone removed another person's mask or veil, there were only three choices: be killed by them, kill them, or marry them.

If you had no intention of marrying someone, never remove a stranger's mask or veil. Just like how Li Xiaoyao shouldn't have entered a martial arts contest if he had no intention of marrying Lin Yueru, then the later tragedy would never have happened.

Perhaps because Mo Yi was still within the Evil Eye's one-minute control period, and the Evil Eye had never failed before, Midou Ban failed to notice that Mo Yi's eyes were no longer dull as he forcibly tried to break Mo Yi's mask.

"It's pretty hard—"

As Midou Ban marveled at the mask's impressive durability and wondered whether he should ask Mo Yi where he had bought it later, the recovered Mo Yi silently thought, Why didn't I shout the skill's name this time? Of course, because he has hold of my face. Wouldn't shouting the skill's name just warn him? Although I have full confidence in the toughness of my Comical Mask, confidence isn't meant to be used in situations like this.

"Begone, weaklings—"

Magic power transformed into the greatest telekinetic output Mo Yi could currently produce, blasting away Midou Ban, who was grabbing his mask, along with Amano Ginji, who was equally curious whether the face beneath the mask had sausage lips.

"What?"

This time, Midou Ban was truly dumbfounded. His opponent was still within the Evil Eye's one-minute duration. This was practically a rule-level ability—no matter how powerful an opponent he had faced before, one minute meant one minute, not a second more or less.

But only about half a minute had passed!

Bang—

This use of Begone, Weaklings was Mo Yi's strongest burst yet, delivered with gritted teeth. Naturally, it was several times stronger than the one that had sent Midou Ban flying earlier, smashing the two of them through a whole mess of things before they finally came to a stop.

Only after seeing his sudden attack successfully drive the two back did Mo Yi let out a sigh of relief.

Before this, Mo Yi had always told himself to develop quietly and not get cocky, but deep down, he had still been somewhat confident. He had fought and learned from countless Great Heroes. As a man who had gathered the powers of half the heroes in the League's grand universe, even if he couldn't go godlike the moment he debuted, the sheer versatility of his abilities should have let him force a fifty-fifty matchup against all kinds of enemies.

Who could have imagined that in his very first battle, he would nearly lose without even understanding why? Even now, Mo Yi still had no idea how exactly he had fallen for Midou Ban's mental attack.

Luckily, he had been abused so often by heroes in his dreams that he had developed extraordinary instincts, allowing him to break the illusion in time. Otherwise, things could have gone very badly afterward.

The achievement of Knight who suffered a setback was something he could never shake off.

If Kiana found out, wouldn't she laugh herself to death?

He had still underestimated others too much. Other powerhouses might not have Mo Yi's variety of abilities, but combat didn't require countless moves. As long as one move worked and won, that was enough.

Of course, this also had to do with Mo Yi challenging an A-rank powerhouse in his first battle. A-rank Cultivators were responsible for protecting cities; none of them were simple. Otherwise, they would have long been eliminated in battles where failure meant death.

"I never thought even I, Chen Beixuan, would nearly capsize in a ditch one day—"

Mo Yi touched his Comical Mask and looked at Midou Ban, who emerged from the haze radiating a cold, sinister aura, and Amano Ginji, whose body crackled continuously as lightning coiled around him.

He said with great approval:

"Celebrate! You now qualify to have your names remembered by me."

Midou Ban: "..."

Damn it, Aqua. He had clearly called himself Li Qiye earlier, so why had he become Chen Beixuan now?

Already annoyed, Midou Ban was truly furious after being sent flying by Mo Yi again. He prepared to reveal his real strength and let this Masked Man with a mouth full of bullshit know what it meant to show off and get struck by lightning.

PS: Chen Beixuan was the protagonist of Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Cultivator, one of the four great kings of posturing in web novels. His classic lines were: "I, Chen Beixuan, have acted all my life—why should I explain myself to the likes of you?" "Sometimes, you aren't wrong. But you threatened me, so you are wrong—and it is a grave mistake of life and death. If I don't get rid of you, I won't be able to eat or sleep in peace!"

If you could tolerate its somewhat warped logic and values, it was still quite entertaining.

I Was Just a Passing Doctor

"My name is Amano Ginji, and he's Midou Ban—"

After hearing Mo Yi's question, Amano Ginji introduced them with great honesty. "We're the Phantom Duo. Please take care of us."

Mo Yi: "..."

When I start spouting bullshit, even I want to punch myself. Why can you, blondie, calmly give your name like that? Don't you know that's leaking intelligence?

Take a good look at the black-haired hedgehog beside you. He's about to cry!

And you're being so polite—how am I supposed to seize on that and keep spouting bullshit?

In truth, Mo Yi no longer wanted to keep fighting them. First, he still hadn't figured out what was going on with Midou Ban's mental attack. Until he understood it, Mo Yi couldn't guarantee that even if he stayed alert, he wouldn't fall for the illusion a second time.

After all, Mo Yi wasn't a Saint Seiya, and he didn't have the Saint Seiya passive skill: "The same move doesn't work on a Saint Seiya twice!"

When it was time to get hit by the same move, he would still get hit.

Of course, if Mo Yi went back and looked into Midou Ban's information, he would learn that the Evil Eye couldn't be used on the same person twice in one day.

Besides, Mo Yi had stayed to fight the Phantom Duo in order to understand how Cultivators in the real world fought, gauge how strong he was, and decide whether he should continue developing quietly at home in the future or actively head out to roam and farm experience.

After one round of fighting, Mo Yi felt that these opponents were rather troublesome. He had obtained the intelligence he needed, so there was naturally no need to keep pestering them.

"Are you an idiot?!"

Midou Ban stared at his partner Amano Ginji with a dead look in his eyes and roared, "Someone tells you to give your name, and you actually give your name?"

"If I tell you to give me your bank card password, why won't you tell me that?!"

"Ha—"

After being yelled at by Midou Ban, Amano Ginji laughed awkwardly and forcibly explained, "Isn't it normal procedure to announce your name before a fight? Besides, he gave his name too."

"Yeah—"

Midou Ban covered his face with one hand and complained weakly:

"He gave two names. You idiot, don't tell me you thought those were his real names?"

"Weren't they?"

Mo Yi had to admit that if they were trying to perform a skit and laugh him to death, then with a little more effort, they might actually succeed.

At that moment, the way Mo Yi looked at Amano Ginji changed somewhat. He felt that Ginji and Kiana would definitely become good friends.