Chapter 614: Me
After confirming Liu Wu's identity, Long Chengwu no longer bothered with him.
The threats and insults from Liu Wu on the building didn't make him feel particularly angry; the emotion truly filling his heart was, in fact, humiliation.
Yes, pure and simple humiliation.
In his circles, there were countless individuals just as overbearing as him, yet he had never seen an ant dare to cause such a commotion.
Yet, it was precisely him who was provoked to such an extent, now even forced to personally deal with it. It was truly a profound loss of face.
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Amidst his numerous guards, Long Chengwu took out a specially made silver needle, gently pricked his index finger, and squeezed out a drop of blood.
Then, he pulled a talisman from his clothing and dripped his blood onto it.
The intricate patterns on the talisman, enough to make one dizzy just looking at them, began to emit blue smoke the instant they touched the blood.
The only one unaffected was the owner of the blood drop.
"A Netherworld Puppet... Long Tianxiang just loves making this kind of worthless junk." The black-clad knight in the distance watched with a hint of disgust as the blue smoke from the talisman gradually formed into a humanoid shape.
"The more one relies on this trash, the harder it is for their true strength to advance." The black-clad knight knew clearly that the mere few seconds before the puppet was activated by the blood drop were enough for a true Six-Tier powerhouse to kill him dozens of times over.
Even for a Five-Tier, it wouldn't be difficult to kill with ease, dashing in and out, in three to five seconds.
The stronger one's mental power, the shorter the time intervals they can clearly perceive.
An ordinary person can at most perceive the blink of an eye, while a Five-Tier powerhouse can clearly see every flap of a bee's wings, noting in their mind how many times it moved back and forth in a second.
On the other hand, the stronger one's physical might, the more quickly they can burst forth with power.
Some ordinary people with exceptionally keen minds can barely observe the trajectory of a bullet with their naked eyes, but their muscular explosive power can't keep up with their brain's reactions, leaving them to watch everything unfold helplessly.
Liu Wu, however, belongs to the other extreme: after his body was enhanced, he could easily withstand various super-high-speed movements, but his perceptive abilities lagged far behind, making him afraid to even move at full strength.
Because if he ran too fast, he would only see a blurry afterimage, unable to discern what was ahead, let alone react in time.
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The blue smoke humanoid was a Netherworld Puppet specially crafted by Long Tianxiang, and the one in Long Chengwu's hand possessed the combat power of an early Six-Tier, making it a top-tier combat robot.
Furthermore, to prevent this treasure from falling into outsider hands, Long Tianxiang had specifically added a bloodline seal: those whose kinship with him wasn't sufficiently close would not only be unable to activate the Netherworld Puppet but would also suffer a backlash.
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"Kill him, and while you’re at it, deal with those relatives of his too." Long Chengwu treated the Netherworld Puppet like a cleaning robot.
What he called “handling it himself,” as told to Long Tianxiang, was ultimately just borrowing his father’s power to sweep away the opposition.
The Netherworld Puppet couldn't speak, so it simply nodded.
In a sense, it could be considered a form of “artificial intelligence,” though its creation method was rather gruesome: extracting a living person’s soul, stripping away all original memories, and replacing them with thoughts of absolute loyalty.
One human life, exchanged for one puppet.
What Long Tianxiang enjoyed most was turning those who had offended him into such beautiful “collectibles,” forcing them to serve his family even after death, until every last bit of their soul’s value was completely squeezed dry.
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"Rip!" Liu Wu saw Long Chengwu retreat after releasing the puppet and, just as he was about to hurl a few more insults, found his body already torn into several pieces.
"A waste is a waste; you’ve wasted my time and caused me to lose face..."
"An undying body isn’t that easy to deal with..." the black-clad knight, observing from the side, thought to himself.
He had just experienced how troublesome the opponent was; though merely a punching bag, his resilience was indeed a bit beyond imagination.
As for Liu Wu’s recent aggressive threats to destroy the Universal Gravity Control Building and make the Moon crash into Mars, the black-clad knight maintained a reserved attitude, believing it was just a ploy to force Long Chengwu out, like most kidnappers threatening to kill their hostage, rather than a genuine desire for mutual destruction.
Destroying the Moon would benefit no one; even if there truly were spies from Mars backing Liu Wu, they wouldn’t possibly commit such a foolish act.
If Mars and the Moon Fortress were to truly collide, mutual destruction would be the only outcome for both sides.
Of course, if it truly came to that, the Federation wouldn't be completely helpless; it's just that the cost of turning the tide would be so immense that no one would be willing to bear it.
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"I found you."
Meanwhile, Edward Teach, upon arriving on Mars, walked towards Bai Mo without a moment’s pause, quickly finding him in a forest of crystals.
"Why did you come looking for this 'me'?" Bai Mo’s avatar, currently playing with a few foxtail-like plants, greeted Edward Teach as if he were an old friend.
On Mars, the spirit qi had given rise to many unique crystal plants, and Bai Mo was idly experimenting with them, much like Shennong tasting a hundred herbs.
He wasn't surprised that Edward Teach had found him; the Federation’s highest echelons had, in fact, never completely severed their connection with him.
"The one in the Geocentric Grand Prison isn’t very talkative."
"Indeed, that 'me' is a bit on the darker side."
Separating emotions was a subject Bai Mo was currently working on. He was attempting to inject his remaining emotions further into his avatars, artificially promoting self-induced mental dissociation to delay the process of Daoization.
The lowest level of the Geocentric Grand Prison was precisely where his strongest avatar was suppressed.
No matter what, some mental dissociation was better than the complete obliteration and death of his self.
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Unlike Bai Mo, the Edward Teach before him wasn't a projection but one of his peak Six-Tier true bodies; a hint of weariness could still be seen between his brows, as traveling from the Moon to Mars solely by physical means was no easy feat.
However, in Bai Mo’s memories, this man shrouded in black mist, though tyrannical by nature and addicted to slaughter, possessed a talent and ability that were truly top-notch.
Through both overt and covert massacres, he had also painstakingly developed a Spirit Picture. This Spirit Picture possessed a terrifying ability, jokingly referred to by Bai Mo as "One Qi Manifests Three Pure Ones," which allowed cultivators to gain three avatars sharing intertwined destinies.
Unlike ordinary avatars, these avatars were merely embryonic forms with strength comparable to regular people upon their creation, yet they possessed the heaven-defying potential to cultivate and grow stronger independently.
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