The Gap

The fist wrapped in the aura of death was less than half a foot from Hua Yin's face!

The air currents stirred by the fist's force lashed his cheeks painfully. Reflected in his pupils was Scarface King's savage, twisted face, filled with greed and killing intent.

Hua Yin could even smell the foul stench coming from him—a mixture of sweat, blood, and the restless aura of genetic medicine.

The phantom of the Pale Bewitching Butterfly within him was frantically warning him, nearly exploding on its own and unleashing that uncontrollable devouring instinct!

At that razor-thin moment between life and death—

BOOM!!!!

An explosion even more violent and earth-shaking than any previous collision suddenly erupted from above the side of the factory!

That was not the sound of fists and feet striking each other. It was the roar of something harder, sharper, carrying unmatched kinetic force and blazing spiritual power as it tore through layer after layer of obstruction at terrifying speed!

The thick concrete wall along the side of the factory, covered in rust stains and graffiti, suddenly bulged inward and exploded as if struck by a cannonball!

In an instant, a massive hole more than a meter wide burst open!

Chunks of brick and stone shot inward like a torrential downpour!

And amid the billowing smoke and flying rubble, a crimson streak of light like a meteor, trailing a long tail of flame—

It ripped through the air at a speed beyond the limit of vision, unleashing a piercing sonic boom as it shot with flawless precision at Scarface King, who was about to deliver the killing blow to Hua Yin!

Scarface King's savage grin had not even had time to turn to shock when a fatal sense of danger that made his very soul tremble descended upon him!

His pupils shrank sharply. His beast-like instincts forced him to wrench aside the fist aimed at Hua Yin.

Then he surged his blood and vitality through his entire body, crossing his arms before him in an attempt to block the terrifying attack from behind!

However, it was futile!

SPLURT—!!!

The crimson light pierced straight through the hastily formed blood-and-vitality barrier without the slightest resistance. Like a red-hot iron rod driven into butter, it effortlessly tore through his tough skin and knotted muscles, which could withstand ordinary bullets!

It was a spear blazing with raging flames!

The spear's body was formed entirely from fire-attributed spiritual power condensed to the extreme. Its searing heat instantly charred the flesh around the wound, producing a sizzling sound and the smell of burnt meat!

Carrying unstoppable force, the spear not only pierced through Scarface King's crossed arms—

Its momentum did not fade in the slightest as it viciously nailed through his right shoulder blade. A miserable scream immediately rang out!

"AAAH!!"

BANG!!!

Scarface King's massive body was sent flying backward by the spear's immense kinetic force before being firmly nailed to a thick, rusted concrete pillar supporting the factory!

The spear trembled with a low hum. Flames licked at his wounds and clothes, making him howl in unbearable pain, yet he could not move at all!

Everything had happened in the blink of an eye!

From the wall exploding to Scarface King being nailed to the pillar, only an instant had passed!

The drifting smoke slowly settled.

At the hole stood a tall, slender figure. One hand was tucked into his pants pocket, while the other rested casually on the handle of another short spear behind his back. He strolled in at an unhurried pace.

It was Bai Ye, the strongest fighter of the Ghost City Branch and an early Domain Transformation Realm expert.

He wore his usual unruly yet sharp smile, as if that earth-shattering strike just now had been nothing more than casually tossing a pebble.

He first glanced at Scarface King, who was struggling to get up, then swept his gaze across the scene.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Sun Haoran and Zhao Tiezhu had already swiftly knocked down or restrained the remaining desperadoes. Both of them let out sighs of relief, their eyes filled with reverence as they looked at Bai Ye.

Finally, Bai Ye's gaze fell upon Hua Yin, who was half-reclining on the ground, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, his left arm bent unnaturally as he lay there in a sorry state.

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"Yo, you're still alive? Not bad, kid. You can really take a beating."

Bai Ye raised an eyebrow, his tone as casual as if he were asking whether Hua Yin had eaten yet.

Enduring the agonizing pain, Hua Yin propped himself up with his still-functional right hand and slowly sat up. He panted heavily as he looked at Bai Ye, then at Scarface King, who remained nailed to the pillar as he struggled and roared in fury.

The taut string in his heart finally loosened.

What followed was the clearer, more intense pain and weakness spreading through every part of his body.

Bai Ye stopped looking at Hua Yin and wandered over to Scarface King, who was pinned in place.

Scarface King's eyes were bloodshot, filled with rage, pain, and disbelief. He glared furiously at Bai Ye, letting out a beast-like growl from his throat. "Bai Ye... it's you!"

"Who else would it be?"

Smiling, Bai Ye reached out with his free hand and grasped the shaft of the flaming spear pinning Scarface King down.

He flicked his wrist slightly.

The flaming spear, formed entirely from spiritual power, instantly shimmered and changed shape.

It shrank from a long spear, condensing into a compact short spear of moderate length. Its body was dark red, and a cold gleam flickered from its tip as Bai Ye easily pulled it from both the concrete pillar and Scarface King's body.

Once the short spear left his body, the burning sensation around the wound lessened slightly. But the piercing pain and blood loss made Scarface King grunt.

His body swayed. Only the impact that had embedded him in the concrete pillar kept him from immediately collapsing, but he no longer had the strength to struggle.

Bai Ye casually spun the spear in a beautiful flourish, then used the cold, hard butt end of the short spear's tip to slowly lift Scarface King's sweat-covered, pain-wracked chin.

He bent down slightly and leaned closer. That infuriating smile remained on his face, while his voice carried undisguised mockery and curiosity as he asked, word by word:

"Scarface, Scarface,"

"I'm pretty curious."

"Just who gave you the courage—"

He paused, his smile widening as he spoke a name utterly out of place amid the bloody, brutal scene—one that was almost absurd:

"Liang Jingru?"

"You actually dared attack an agent of our Special Affairs Bureau? And hit a kid that hard?"

"Scarface King, do you know?"

"You're fucking dead!"

With the spear tip pressed beneath his chin, humiliation and agony twisted Scarface King's face. Hearing that completely unexpected jab—

He was so furious he nearly spat out blood. His venomous gaze seemed ready to drip poison, but because of his injuries and the cold killing intent emanating from the spear, he could not curse out a single word.

An eerie silence fell over the factory.

Only the groans of the restrained desperadoes in the distance, Scarface King's ragged breathing, and... Bai Ye's easy smile remained, though it sent a chill through everyone present.

Leaning against an oil drum, Hua Yin watched the scene and could not stop the corner of his mouth from twitching.

The Ghost City Branch's strongest fighter truly had... a distinctive style of doing things.

Still, he had been saved.

He slowly closed his eyes and began circulating the remaining spiritual power in his body. With the replenishment from the Spirit Stones in his storage ring, he tried to heal the fracture in his left arm and the shaken blood and vitality within him.

At the same time, his understanding of the gap in strength became clearer and deeper.

The Domain Transformation Realm... an A-rank ability, Windflame Spear...

The power of that casual strike and Scarface King's violent yet crude strength were simply not on the same level.

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