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"Here it comes!" Upon seeing Luo Guohui in front of him, Yang Xiaoyou paused briefly before adjusting his rhythm and launching another fierce attack. A flash of intensity crossed his eyes.
To escape from this inhuman entity, the only chance lay in exploiting the limitations imposed by his human form!
Anyone who still belonged to the realm of humanity could not escape the constraint of a fifteen-second limit!
Luo Guohui's initial attack had not yet reached the limit, so there was no need to consider the time constraint. However, in order to adapt to his own Cognitive Acceleration and synchronize with Limit Release, he had to adjust his rhythm.
Under this true extreme rhythm, the opponent could only sustain their performance for a maximum of fifteen seconds! After that, there would inevitably be a noticeable decline.
In battles between equally matched or closely ranked opponents, the key to victory lies in mastering this extreme burst duration. If one can manage it well, defeating a stronger foe is not impossible; the resilience of flesh and blood is far weaker than the destructive power one can unleash!
And he would experience that decline.
But as a true non-human, he would not!
All burdens on his body could be forcibly suppressed until it was completely worn out!
Right now, he wanted to take advantage of that low period to crush his opponent, but he wasn't quite there yet. However, creating an opportunity for escape was definitely possible; this was the only chance he had.
"It's really time to risk it all!" Once again activating Cognitive Acceleration, Yang Xiaoyou saw that his opponent had completely targeted his Limit Release and adjusted their attack rhythm accordingly. His teeth were nearly ground to dust.
Although even Luo Guohui could only maintain such extreme exertion for fifteen seconds! Yet enduring those fifteen seconds while being controlled by the opponent's rhythm was no easy feat!
Boom.
As time slowed down, Yang Xiaoyou's heart gradually returned to 'normal' speed, beating strong and powerful—so powerful that he felt a throbbing pain in his chest and a sweet sensation in his throat. It was as if he was operating at full capacity, even overloading.
If it were an ordinary person, or even someone as strong as Luo Guohui at this level, under such strain, their heart would undoubtedly fail.
But Yang Xiaoyou held firm, not only enduring the powerful surge but also harnessing the rapidly delivered nutrients to awaken all the strength accumulated from his usual excessive eating. He began to fully awaken, radiating energy, while the residual medicinal effects that had yet to be completely absorbed merged into his bloodstream.
The heart, pounding so hard it echoed in his chest, resembled a perpetual motion machine, supplying wave after wave of vigorous energy. Every cell in his body seemed to be groaning in response.
His pupils transformed into a deep crimson hue, and the cracking sounds from his bones signified that everything had reached its limit!
In this state of extremity, Yang Xiaoyou activated a power he had never used before, one gained after recently absorbing Memory Fragments.
Physical Acceleration.
If Cognitive Acceleration enhanced thought speed, effectively slowing down time around him, then Physical Acceleration forcibly unleashed his body's potential based on that foundation, pushing himself as close as possible to the intensity of Cognitive Acceleration.
It was a reckless method that harmed himself before harming the enemy, with a burden far greater than Limit Release, or it could be seen as an extreme Limit Release for every cell in his body.
This was also a way to push his speed and strength to their utmost limits.
Even with his abnormal recovery ability, triggering this potential would leave him exhausted; he had no idea how long it would take to recover.
Since he had gained this ability, he hadn’t dared to practice it; this was the first time his body was using it.
And indeed, the burden was greater than he had imagined, as if his entire body were about to explode.
Yet alongside the overwhelming strain came an equally unimaginable surge of power. As his body reached its peak, the Memory Fragments he was gradually absorbing were now fully activated. In that instant, the two personalities seemed to merge completely.
The totemic figure behind him appeared to synchronize with him as well.
The techniques contained within each Memory Fragment felt as if they were being imprinted into his very being!
"Bang!"
Charging forward, merging with the Totem Dragon Head, it seemed unstoppable. A seemingly unremarkable punch tore through the air, creating a mist that spread like an umbrella.
Yet, an arm inserted from the inside, defying all odds, forced the punch to veer off to the side. A powerful gust erupted, and the punch barely grazed the edge of a helmet, shattering it into several pieces. But that was all it accomplished.
"Wow!" If at first, dodging the initial attack had only elicited surprise, this time, Luo Guohui was truly astonished. Despite being inferior in both strength and speed, the opponent had managed to redirect the attack through impeccable timing and skillful technique. It was utterly incredible.
Since starting out, this was the first time Luo Guohui encountered someone who could match or even surpass him in pure rhythm and technique. Even his usual opponents could only rely on inhuman strength to contend with him.
This completely defied common sense. Could it be that the opponent had truly begun to mimic him so well? Had they activated their ultimate state only after he adjusted his rhythm?
However, now that he was fully prepared to take down his opponent, this shock quickly subsided. With immense force, he pressed down on the opponent's arm, while his left hand transformed into a palm aimed at their abdomen.
This strike lacked the grandiose momentum of the first attack; it seemed as if it barely disturbed the air—no gusts, no sound!
Yet, the Sense of Crisis from this blow was far more intense than before. It felt as if everything sliced through space was compressed into this moment; even the entire dragon totem seemed to bear down upon them!
Both attacks appeared ordinary and straightforward, but it was precisely this simplicity that had reached a level of rawness that was more terrifying than any flashy technique.
Faced with such an assault, Yang Xiaoyou used both hands to block the initial strike. Instinctively, he raised his right knee at an impossible angle to collide with the swinging wrist while twisting his body in a bizarre contraction backward. This combination allowed him to evade the lethal palm by mere inches.
Even so, his already tattered clothing burst apart completely, revealing well-maintained skin beneath.
The Nokia directly facing the palm wind was reduced to dust.
However, due to that inch of distance, the power of this strike was diminished by over ninety percent. Aside from a terrifying red handprint on his skin, Yang Xiaoyou suffered no further direct harm.
Having narrowly evaded two seemingly impossible lethal strikes in succession, Yang Xiaoyou found himself in a precarious position. After blocking one attack with both hands and lifting his right leg to dodge another, his center of gravity was already quite unstable. Luo Guohui, having exhausted his strength, managed to grasp Yang and throw him away with a swift motion.
Yang crashed heavily against the wall at the top of the staircase.
Although this was a hasty strike and its lethality could not compare to the previous two attacks, visible cracks appeared on the wall behind him. The sound of bones breaking echoed through the air as blood spurted from his mouth, staining the inside of his helmet.
“It’s over.” With a calm voice, Luo Guohui reappeared in front of Yang Xiaoyou, preparing for a final disarming attack. Although Yang intended to use this moment to create distance and buy time, the damage was not as severe as it seemed, yet there was no opportunity left to prolong the confrontation.
At that moment, however, a round object fell from beneath Yang's helmet and exploded into a blinding white flash mid-air.
The flashbang's glaring light forced even Luo Guohui to instinctively shield his eyes with his arm. Just as he closed his eyes, he suddenly realized that the opponent he had been able to sense due to their entangled movements had completely vanished from his perception.
The disappearance was abrupt and somewhat bewildering.
Just when he thought Yang might be trying to escape, preparing to calm himself and wait for his vision to return before locking onto his target again, a sense of crisis surged at his side.
This was the first time since he began attacking that he truly felt a Sense of Crisis!
Having completely lost all perception and judgment, Luo Guohui relied solely on this instinctual feeling of danger and made an evasive retreat, vanishing from his original spot.
In that instant of disappearance, silver threads danced in the air like strangulation, as if they were tearing apart space itself, with droplets of blood splattering into the air.
Strangulation had just ended, and a figure could be seen leaping down from the top of the building.
Standing above the rooftop stairwell, Luo Guohui gradually regained his vision and glanced at the thin but deep wound on his left leg, which had nearly severed his tendon.
He then halted his pursuit.
It was strange; if his opponent had entered a state of extreme limits when he began to test his attacks, they should not have been able to last this long.
If that were not the case, he would not have resorted to unleashing his ultimate offensive prematurely after the first attack. Was it possible that throughout the final assault, his opponent was merely concealing their true strength and evading? What an interesting opponent.
Coughing up blood, Yang Xiaoyou leaned against the wall of the alley, unable to suppress another bout of hemoptysis. In such temperatures, blood seemed to emit a white mist as it flowed out, making his entire body feel like a steamer.
A piercing, bone-deep tearing sensation coursed through him. Unlike Luo Guohui's "extreme" attack, which could only last fifteen seconds at most, Yang Xiaoyou could unleash another burst after a brief recovery period. The burden on his body was limited; it was merely the constraints of a human form.
But Yang Xiaoyou was different. His limit release approached the extreme of every cell, allowing for a longer overall exertion time. However, the accumulated strain on his body was quite terrifying; only this inhuman physique could endure it.
"If he takes his time with me next time or truly intends to kill me, it will be tragic," Yang Xiaoyou said with a self-deprecating smile as he slowly slid down against the wall.
Luo Guohui's subsequent attacks indeed utilized an extreme state, but primarily aimed at capturing him with overwhelming force. It was only when Yang Xiaoyou unleashed another burst that he disrupted Luo Guohui's rhythm unexpectedly.
If next time he truly intended to kill, even a normal performance would likely make escape difficult. Nevertheless, he had indeed escaped from his opponent this time and even left behind a mark. This was an extraordinary display of ability and something to be grateful for!
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