Illusions and Reality

If the ability to intimidate Sequence Holder caught Zhang Qiaoen off guard, his heart sank when the second intimidator appeared.

Zhou Rihui grabbed his right hand, which was holding the knife, with his left hand, while his right hand restrained his left hand, his teeth already deeply biting into his neck.

Like a mad dog, Zhou Rihui's attacks were relentless, but his opponent restrained his hands, driven by his body's protective instincts.

When Zhang Qiaoen repeatedly struck Zhou Rihui's abdomen with her knee, causing him to vomit blood, there was no joy on her face.

Fifteen meters away from him, Ren Yisheng slowly activated his body; the opponent's Gene Fighting Technique was entering its final stage.

Zhang Qiaoen didn't know why Ren Yisheng's Gene Fighting Technique were released so slowly. If this kind of guy fought him one-on-one, he wouldn't even be able to release his fighting techniques.

But right now, the other party is the major force that is crushing him.

As Ren Yisheng's intimidation began to continue, Zhang Qiaoen only felt a blur before her eyes, and the Zhou Rihui she was beating became Zhang Li.

Even though she knew in her mind that the tension in front of her was fake, Zhang Qiaoen found it difficult to reverse her thoughts and continue to kill ruthlessly.

Moreover, he knew very well that the actions he was taking at this moment were fake. Only when he broke free from this mindset and returned to reality could he truly fight and kill Zhou Rihui, who was relentlessly pursuing him.

"Break!"

Ren Yisheng's deterrent influence is not about directly suppressing people to the point of immobility, but rather about skillfully using psychological tactics to amplify and influence people's greatest weaknesses through their thinking.

Whatever the deepest pain is etched in the opponent's memory, that's the same illusion that Ren Yisheng) can create.

Whenever Zhang Qiaoen is led astray by Ren Yisheng, she falls into the mindset of killing her own son, making it difficult for her to bear the guilt and causing her mental state to collapse.

This is a ruthless and terrifying opponent.

However, after being affected by the mind twice, Zhang Qiaoen realized that Ren Yisheng was not Seventh Sequence individual skilled in intimidation and combat techniques. Otherwise, the other party could have directly suppressed him, even if he belonged to the top group of the Sixth Sequence.

The other person may even have very serious health problems.

This is a troublesome opponent who can be easily countered if given the opportunity.

With a loud shout, the Louvre Palace reappeared before Zhang Qiaoen's eyes.

He glared at Ren Yisheng, only to see that Ren Yisheng's face was flushed, he was panting heavily, and his nose was bleeding profusely. He knew that Ren Yisheng was likely suffering the backlash of the intimidation fighting technique because he had forcibly broken free from the influence.

His instinctive movement caused him to bend his knees again, and then forcefully bent Zhou Rihui, who was holding his body tightly, into a bent-over shrimp position.

A bloody tooth fell out of Zhou Rihui's mouth.

"You train your muscles, bones, and skin, but you neglect your teeth! Who else but you'll die if not you!"

Zhou Rihui was skilled in Black Armor Combat Technique, but he focused on improving his external resistance to blows. He did not excel in areas such as internal organs and teeth.

Even though Zhou Rihui bit his neck, it only left a bloody hole and did not break through Zhang Qiaoen's life-or-death limit.

He repeatedly thrust his knees forward, and Zhou Rihui's head, which had been gripping his neck tightly, began to weaken and go limp.

Even though Zhou Rihui's hands were still firmly gripping him, Zhou Rihui's head already proved that the other party was half-dead, with only some residual bodily instincts remaining.

"Hey!"

Zhang Qiaoen bent over, and as he quickly twisted his body and swung it, the large throwing knife hanging on his back shot out towards Ren Yisheng like a crossbow bolt.

This forced Zhou Yueyan, who was about to step forward, to stop. She reached out and grabbed at empty air; she had been stabbed in the chest.

A sharp, jarring impact struck, and pain instantly welled up inside me.

Zhou Yueyan staggered back several steps, nearly knocking over Ren Yisheng, who was hiding behind her.

"Zhang Qiaoen, you'll lose three thousand lives if you accept Wang's offer!"

Wang Yi'an's voice rang out, and countless streaks of light shot out, accompanied by the incessant crackling of gunfire.

"Waste!"

A faint light flowed across Zhang Qiaoen's body, and the spinning blades fell one after another. Even Zhou Rihui, who was half-dead, was not pierced by these blades.

Wang Yi'an's genetic weapons have a wide range of attacks and come in many forms, but their dispersed striking power means that Wang Yi'an does not have the potential to kill with a single blow.

If the opponent hadn't been skilled at dodging and scaling walls, this would have been the kind of person Zhang Qiaoen could have killed with a single blow.

"I still have nine knives. I'll use two of them to kill you. One will seal your escape route, and the other will kill you!"

As Zhang Qiaoen spoke harshly, he bit his tongue again, wary of another surprise attack from a fighter skilled in intimidation techniques.

If the other party uses intimidation tactics again, he will retaliate and strike back. Zhang Qiaoen doesn't believe that the other party also has a Zhou Yueyan protecting them.

To Zhang Qiaoen's slight disappointment, that feeling of being in the depths of hell did not reappear.

It was as if a shot had been fired and a cannon had been fired, and the enemy seemed to have already escaped.

"Damn it, he's no different from that annoying sniper!"

If she could, Zhang Qiaoen would rather passively take a hit right now than let him live in constant fear and defensiveness.

He was always the one who controlled the rhythm of the battle, and Zhang Qiaoen never expected that she would be led by someone else.

"Hurry, Rihui is dying!"

Hearing Ren Yisheng shout loudly, Zhang Qiaoen became even more wary.

Zhou Rihui's inability corresponds to his success. Zhou Rihui, who had been gripping his hands like a pair of pliers, began to loosen and weaken, giving Zhang Qiaoen the opportunity to move her hands.

If he were to grip the knife properly, and then be struck by a large throwing knife from behind, these men would all die instantly.

But no one responded to Ren Yisheng.

Just as Zhang Qiaoen was feeling slightly disappointed, she suddenly felt an intense itch on her neck.

Just as he was about to think that this might be another influence of his mindset, he saw countless iron filings leaking out from the thick iron shirt binding him.

It wouldn't matter if these iron filings leaked onto the ground; in fact, it could even lighten Zhang Qiaoen's burden and make his body feel lighter.

But these iron pellets, like blood-sucking leeches, kept burrowing into his wounds.

Especially the bloody hole he got from being bitten by Zhou Rihui's teeth.

In a short time, these iron filings, mixed with an unbearably itchy substance, kept drilling into his neck, pouring into his flesh, blood vessels, and even into his trachea.

Zhang Qiaoen would rather be stabbed than endure this intense pain and itching.

In just a few seconds, he could no longer rely on his legs and knees to repeatedly attack Zhou Rihui, nor could he hold onto the ring-pommel sword in his hand.

"No..."

Zhang Qiaoen let out a cry of pain.

Unable to suppress the instinctive urge to itch and ache in his body, he began frantically scratching at the bloody hole on his neck.

The more you scratch, the itchier it gets; the itchier it gets, the more you scratch.

This is a vicious cycle; if the wound is fatal, it's like scratching someone to death.

Zhang Qiaoen found it difficult to control this behavior.

This is even more terrifying than mind manipulation.

He watched helplessly as he plunged his right hand into his neck, trying to scrape out the unbearably itchy sand that had seeped into his body.

But Zhang Qiaoen soon realized that what had been pulled out was her own trachea.

He shouted as if he were going mad, but after just one word, it turned into a choked sob that he could barely utter a sound.

"It must be a hallucination, it must be a hallucination, I couldn't possibly hurt myself like this!"

He screamed wildly in his mind, his body twisting erratically like a dead snake.

Only when the bluish bone spurs on her back protruded and nine large throwing knives shot out from the scabbard did Zhang Qiaoen realize that the pain and itching had subsided.

The itching has subsided, which is a good thing.

But Zhang Qiaoen has absolutely no comedic talent.

Because he discovered that this was not actually a hallucination, but something that had really happened; he had actually pulled the trachea out of his throat.

He stared wide-eyed at everything on his body, completely unaware that he had killed himself.