Chapter 1533: Yao!

Chapter 1533: Yao!

‘Jing’ was taken aback.

‘Jing’ stood there completely stunned, staring blankly at the scene before him.

‘Shackles’…

Broken.

The ‘Shackles’, one of the classic symbols of ‘Uptown’, were broken.

He had struggled so many times, yet the ‘Shackles’ he couldn’t break were just shattered like that.

That crisp sound.

It was like a mocking laugh.

It kept echoing in ‘Jing’s ears.

Unconsciously, the corners of ‘Jing’s mouth began to turn upwards.

Then—

"Heh heh ha ha ha!”

‘Jing’ burst into laughter.

Laughed so hard that tears came out.

If not for being held by Jason, he would definitely have laughed until he was bent over.

Jason didn’t pay more attention to the laughing ‘Jing’.

He swallowed the ‘Shackles’ that tasted like chocolate, glancing at the words appearing in front of him—

[Devour Shackles]

[Physical strength, energy, and injuries recovered beyond limits!]

[Satiety +300]

[Satiety: 30314]

[Excitement of Feast +1]

[Excitement of Feast: 593]

…

Then, flames rose.

Wasn’t Jason curious?

Curious.

He also wanted to know why ‘Jing’ was laughing.

But he knew even more that the other was an enemy.

When it’s possible to eliminate an enemy more smoothly, don’t invite more complications.

With such a simple mindset, Jason effectively restrained his curiosity.

Under the [Charles Burning Technique], ‘Jing’ turned into a torch.

Scorching.

Burning.

But even so, ‘Jing’ kept laughing wildly in the flames.

He even raised his hand, covering his eyes.

"We met too late!”

"Too late!”

"Too late, do you know?”

The alley echoed with ‘Jing’s voice, as his body was consumed by the fire.

Death?

Perhaps.

Jason looked at the charred corpse standing there, his brows furrowing.

With a thought, a silver slash followed.

[Evil-Slaying Slash]!

The habit of finishing the job is one of the best habits Jason knows of.

On par with going to bed early and getting up early.

Puff!

The charred corpse was split in two, and then fell to the ground.

Jason’s frown deepened.

He instinctively felt that ‘Jing’ was not dead.

And as someone from the ‘Mystical Side’, Jason had an extraordinary trust in his intuition.

Jason was about to walk towards ‘Jing’.

But just as he lifted his foot, he stopped, turning his head slightly to one side.

Behind Jason, a figure stood there.

No white suit.

But the clean, decent clothes and equally clean, decent face were enough to indicate where he came from.

‘Uptown’.

His face bore grooves, youth long gone, but his eyes were extremely bright.

And sharp.

Bright as a light bulb.

Sharp as a blade.

The moment Jason was gazed at by him, he felt his skin being pricked by needles.

Very awkward.

Very uncomfortable.

Even more awkward was the way he appeared.

Jason had no idea when he showed up.

After consuming [Key of Karl], his perception had reached a level of 18.2.

But even with a perception over 18 times that of an ordinary person, he couldn’t detect his appearance.

If not for the fact that he consciously released part of his aura, Jason wouldn’t have even realized he was standing there.

Immediately, Jason’s vigilance reached its peak.

Since leaving Ter Street, Jason knew he would encounter situations beyond his control.

So he had always been extremely careful.

He hoped this moment would be delayed a little longer.

To give him more time to prepare.

But unexpectedly, even with him being cautious enough, it was only three days.

Looking at Jason’s wary demeanor, the middle-aged man in front of him smiled.

"You probably don’t know who I am.”

"But I think I should introduce myself.”

"After all, I don’t like using force.”

"If you choose to cooperate after hearing my introduction, I think it would be a very appropriate solution.”

He said politely.

But his words were filled with an omnipresent pride.

And…

A tinge of charity.

As if some bigshot saw a stray dog on the street and couldn’t help but throw a bun he didn’t want to eat.

No sense of charity.

Just happened to be where the dog was.

He happened to have a bun he didn’t want.

And then, threw it to the dog.

"I am Yao.”

"One of the twelve councilors of ‘Uptown’.”

"Newly appointed.”

The middle-aged man said.

Jason squinted, staring at him.

He had never heard of this name.

But he knew of the councilors from ‘Uptown’.

‘Bigshots’!

If ‘Jing’ was a ‘bigshot’ in the Lower City District, then this ‘Yao’ was a ‘bigshot’ in ‘Uptown’.

The councilors are the decision-makers of ‘Uptown’.

"Uptown” and the entire operation of “Nightless City” are closely tied to their decisions.

The “old man” once gave a rough introduction.

It’s not that he didn’t want to introduce it in detail.

But rather, the “old man” himself didn’t know the specifics.

He didn’t even know how many councilors there were in “Uptown”.

Are there as many as twelve of such power?

Jason’s eyes were almost squinting to a line.

A cold glint flickered in his eyes.

The “Yao” in front of him had already made Jason raise his vigilance to the highest level.

But there were more than twelve such people.

Jason had always had some guesses about “Uptown”.

However, those “law enforcement teams” had caused some deviations in Jason’s guesses.

Until the appearance of “Yao”, Jason suddenly realized.

"Uptown” was even stronger than he imagined.

And…

Are the councilors the strongest?

Is there no stronger existence above the councilors?

Jason didn’t know.

At this moment, Jason didn’t think too much.

Because “Yao” before him had already retracted his smile.

"Tsk, really can’t, huh?”

"Whether in ‘Uptown’ or in ‘Lower City District’, one must show force?”

"Truly troublesome.”

"I originally hoped you could recognize the situation, so I could save some trouble, now…”

"Still have to do it.”

"Yao” frowned slightly.

The next moment, the councilor disappeared from where he was.

When he appeared again, he was already standing in front of Jason, raising his hand to strike at Jason’s lower abdomen.

He didn’t aim at the neck or the like.

Because Jason was a head taller than him.

If they were the same height, Jason could imagine, this councilor would aim for his neck.

A clean and decisive move to end the fight.

And now?

Naturally, he would first strike his abdomen, causing him to bend over from the pain, then expose his neck.

Jason wasn’t familiar with any mind-reading techniques.

But the opponent’s gaze was too obvious.

As if telling Jason that’s exactly what he was going to do.

In fact, the opponent then said—

"I will strike your abdomen, and then, knock you out.”

Bam!

With these words, the opponent landed a punch on Jason’s lower abdomen.

A dull sound rang straight out.

Jason frowned slightly and retreated two steps.

The councilor named “Yao” showed surprise in his eyes for the first time.

Then, as if in admiration, he nodded slightly.

"Very strong defense.”

"To be able to take my punch.”

"You could probably come out unscathed in an explosion.”

"I’ve changed my mind.”

The opponent seemed to have thought of something suddenly.

"A person like you being publicly executed is really a waste, I offer you a chance, join me—I will have someone replace you, once your substitute is dead, you will reappear beside me with a new identity, how about it?”

Faced with such a proposal, Jason said nothing.

He stared intently at the opponent.

He hadn’t reacted at all to that punch just now.

Neither perception nor body.

It was only when the pain came from his lower abdomen that he realized he had been hit.

Speed?

Technique?

Jason adjusted his breathing, calming himself quickly.

For a long time, the enemies Jason faced were mostly large monsters.

Against such powerful, huge, but not agile monsters, Jason relied on his “talent” and unique combat style, which could be said to have held the advantage.

But when facing enemies of the same size, with speeds beyond his reaction.

Especially those with special techniques, he fell into trouble.

Jason knew this clearly.

Hence, he had simulated similar battles in his mind more than once.

But…

Those fighting methods were not suitable for the “Yao” in front of him.

Because the opponent’s speed was simply too fast.

Bam bam bam!

In a series of dull sounds, Jason had already retreated from one side of the alley to the other.

The pain spread.

Jason gritted his teeth to stop himself from shouting out.

He had long surpassed the “war machine level” defense, resisting “Yao’s” fists.

But this resistance was not entirely mitigating.

Jason still felt the pain.

Moreover, this pain had far exceeded that of a regular strike.

Every punch felt as if it would shatter him to pieces.

No!

It was more painful than being shattered.

Because Jason had experienced the pain of being shattered.

But the pain before him was the kind that drilled into his bones, drilled into his organs.

Even,

He saw a flicker of illusion before his eyes.

Not the illusion from physical pressure to the limit.

But a tug on his spirit.

His whole being felt as if it were being pulled into something.

Illusion!

Jason stood there unmoved, his eyes losing their brilliance.

"Yao” shook his head, ignoring Jason further.

Under his illusion, Jason couldn’t possibly resist.

Although his physical defense was excellent, his spiritual resistance?

Lacked by more than a notch.

With this judgment, he turned around to the charred corpse on the ground.

After closely inspecting it, he raised his hand.

A bright green light shone down.

Immediately, the charred corpse on the ground was restored.

"Jing” came back to life.

Or more accurately, woke from a false death.

Upon opening his eyes and seeing “Yao”, he raised his hand to strike his own head.

And then…

His hand broke.