Fierce Resistance, Ye Mo Breaks Through

Ye Mo stood ten meters in front of the repeater box and twitched his right hand again.

This time he didn't hide it in his sleeve, nor did he try to press it down with his left hand. He knew that hiding was useless; the convulsions were his body's way of sending a warning signal that interference was coming.

The lights in the passageway were still flickering, the red light flashing on and off, making the wet stains on the walls look like bloodstains. He looked down at his palm; the electric arc was erratic, and the blue light was a beat behind. The Faraday cage was pressed against his chest, the generator barely maintaining synchronization thanks to the Steel Bone Structure, but the barrier was increasing pressure.

The runes on the wall lit up, and golden patterns spread from the cracks, crawling towards his feet as if they were alive.

He immediately took half a step back.

At that very moment, a cracking sound came from above.

Three dark figures crashed down from the top of the passage, splashing water as they landed. They wore dark gold armor and wielded rune-inscribed halberds. Their movements were perfectly synchronized, effectively blocking all escape routes.

One of them wore a snake-shaped armband on his right arm, his lips moved slightly, and he muttered something under his breath. The runes on the wall suddenly lit up, the electronic devices emitted a piercing alarm, and then all of them shut down.

Ye Mo's headphones disconnected.

Emma Frost's mental signals disappeared.

He is now all alone.

The one wearing the armband struck first, slashing horizontally with his halberd, aiming straight for his throat. Ye Mo didn't dodge backward, but instead charged forward, his left arm instantly hardening into Steel Bone State, and he took the blow head-on with his elbow.

With a clang, Mars flew everywhere.

He used the reaction force to turn around, his right fist already fully charged, the current compressed to the tip of his fist, exploding the instant it made contact with his opponent's chest.

The high-voltage electric shock threw the person away, and they slid down the wall, already motionless.

A system notification sounded in his mind, "Lightning Control - Cooldown Remaining: 47 seconds."

He knew the voice was fake. The system never spoke; it was just a rhythm he had memorized.

He used this rhythm to calm his heartbeat, regulate his breathing, and keep his eyes on the remaining two enemies.

The second enemy leaped up and swung his flail. The front of the flail was electrified, and when it hit the ground, it exploded in a shower of sparks, causing the entire section of ground to crack.

Ye Mo dodged to the side, but was still grazed on his left leg. His work pants tore open instantly, and his skin burned, stinging painfully.

He didn't stop; instead, he squatted down and took two steps back, using the narrow passage as a base, until his back was against the wall.

The enemy caught up, and the two formed a pincer movement.

He deliberately created an opening, staggering as if injured and losing his balance. The two enemies immediately closed in, one approaching from the front, the other circling around to the side to prepare a thrust.

The instant they entered the attack range, Ye Mo suddenly pushed off the wall, flipped his body, and his steel-backed body slammed directly into the rune node on the right wall.

With a "crack," two key patterns shattered, causing the barrier's light to fluctuate violently and creating a brief break.

He seized the three-second window, releasing lightning energy from both feet simultaneously. The electric current created an electromagnetic field on the slippery ground, propelling him forward like a cannonball.

The speed was too fast; the enemy couldn't react in time.

He broke through the encirclement and was only forty meters away from the relay box.

The third enemy lunged out from the side, sweeping his halberd horizontally.

Ye Mo neither blocked nor dodged. He chose the most ruthless method—to take the hit head-on.

The halberd ripped across his shoulder, tearing his work jacket open and drawing blood. But he also took the opportunity to crash into his opponent's arms, kneeing him in the stomach and then headbutting him in the face.

The man groaned and fell to the ground, his wrist crushed by the foot, unable to move.

There's one left.

The man with the snake-shaped armband slowly stood up, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes grew even colder. He raised his hand, bit his finger, and drew a blood-red rune in the air.

At the end of the passage, the air distorted and suddenly condensed into a wall.

That's not a physical entity; it's an illusion.

But it blocked the way.

Ye Mo stopped in his tracks.

He could see the shadow on the wall clearly—the outline of the Destroyer, its armor tattered, its main cannon charging, facing him directly.

This is psychological warfare.

They specifically targeted the weaknesses he remembered.

He closed his eyes, cutting off visual input.

Then, a weak electric arc is released to detect disturbances in the air ions ahead.

The echo revealed that the wall had no physical structure at all, but was merely an optical fog.

He opened his eyes and took a deep breath.

He clasped his hands together in front of his chest and whispered, "Regenerative Phasing, activate."

His skin began to take on a translucent quality, as if his body could pass through matter. This was a combination of abilities he had barely managed to activate after countless attempts—a fragment of Wade's Self-Healing gene combined with a fragment of Shadowcat's ability to Wall Phasing.

The fusion is unstable; every use feels like gambling with your life.

But he has to gamble.

With one step, he passed through the illusion wall.

In that instant, his right hand twitched again, more violently than before. His fingertips felt numb, as if electric currents were coursing through them.

But a slight smile appeared on his lips.

This time it wasn't triggered passively, nor was it a system notification.

He deliberately chose to break through in this way.

He chose to suffer.

He passed through the wall and landed three steps in front of the repeater box. He pressed his left hand against his shoulder to stop the bleeding, while his right hand hovered above the access port, but hadn't touched it yet.

Silence returned to the passageway.

All three enemies fell. The one with the armlet lay on the ground, his arm twitching, muttering incomprehensible incantations, his eyes rolling back, as if he were being devoured by his own runes.

Ye Mo stood still.

He's waiting.

Wait until the body stabilizes, until the electric arc resumes its rhythm, and until the chip resynchronizes.

He glanced down at his right hand; his fingertips were still trembling, and the arc of electricity in his palm flickered. The Faraday cage was pressed against his chest, and the generator indicator light was flashing green, indicating that he had managed to hold on.

He raised his hand to touch the wound on his shoulder; the bleeding hadn't stopped, but it wasn't much anymore.

This injury is nothing.

Compared to having a piece of iron pierce his lung in an Afghanistan cave, or nearly getting stuck in a wall during his first Wall Phasing Technique, this is nothing compared to the minor injuries he suffered.

He glanced back at the passageway behind him.

The trap has been triggered, the enemies have been eliminated, and the path has been opened.

No one stopped him anymore.

He turned back and stared at the access port of the repeater box.

You can connect simply by reaching out your hand.

But he didn't move.

He knew that once the signal was established, his location would be exposed. Loki's men wouldn't just send this one team. There would be more trouble to come.

He also knew that Emma Frost couldn't receive his signal, and Tony and Bruce were still on standby in their respective areas; no one knew what was happening on his end.

He can only rely on himself.

He raised his right hand, his fingertips only five centimeters from the interface.

Just then, an electric arc suddenly ignited in his palm.

The chip's blue light flashed synchronously, but the frequency changed.

It's no longer the same rhythm.

Instead... there was an extra pulse.

After seven flashes, there was one more brief flash of light.

It felt like a heartbeat, but it wasn't his.

He frowned, about to check, when his right hand suddenly moved forward uncontrollably.

The fingertip touches the metal surface of the access port.

With a "beep", the interface light turned green.

Connection successful.

But he didn't do it.

It was that hand that moved by itself.

He abruptly withdrew his hand, took a step back, and stared at his right hand.

The electric arc in his palm was still pulsating, and the blue light from the chip flickered on and off.

Seven times, then a brief burst of light.

Seven times, then a brief burst of light.

It's different from before.

His hands hung at his sides, his fingertips trembling slightly.

Only the sound of dripping water remained in the passageway.

He stood still, his left hand pressed against his injured shoulder, his right hand suspended in mid-air, as if he dared not touch anything else.