On the face of Boboli, who sat in the center of the square, a slightly peculiar expression emerged.
This person was actually willing to offer his own model.
Boboli sneered:
“Our trio is one unit; nothing can compensate for the loss of any one of us.”
The surrounding crowd was moved.
This young man, who seemed ordinary at first glance, now displayed great authority—a lavish boldness that sought only to vent his anger, rousing admiration among onlookers!
The thread shooting toward Boboli broke off, then redirected toward Morrie.
A few seconds later, Morrie’s expression shifted slightly.
He looked up at Yang Zicang and Boboli, both with expressionless faces, and understood that they were standing up for him.
“Let it go, Zicang, and Boboli.”
Two gazes shot over, and even more people turned their heads to look.
Morrie sighed, “This secret technique will still be distributed as a reward to those who capture him alive. Additionally…”
He turned to look at the thirty or so people behind him.
“As for the friends who put in the effort tonight, I will give each of you a training contract, free of charge.”
The thirty or so people, who had just started coughing and showing signs of fever, froze for two seconds, then burst into an uproar.
Everyone paying attention to this place was shaken.
“What? You… are you serious?!”
“Did I hear that right!”
“Am I hallucinating because of some model ability? Giving them away for free? More than thirty portions?”
From a distance, Yang Zicang spoke up:
“Since the leader of the Puming team has said it, of course it’s a word as good as gold.”
With eyes completely devoid of any emotion, he swept his gaze over the hundreds, even thousands, of eyes around him, meeting each one in turn.
“Today owes much to all of you for your rescue. Since Morrie says everyone gets a share, then everyone gets a share. Later, we’ll go have drinks and meat to thank everyone.”
The crowd instantly erupted into chaos. Across the Lost Frequency Land, everyone frantically contacted these thirty-odd individuals, while various organizations desperately sought their information in an attempt to purchase the Training Contracts that were yet to be issued.
Park Myung Group, a team name that sounded somewhat grandiose, instantly lived up to its reputation.
Many cities outside the hub towns, learning of this news through the builders-and-cargo teams, reacted quickly, eager to purchase a copy of the training contract containing special techniques.
Morrie revealed a hint of delighted expression.
{Zicang, thank you. If I’m truly destined to die, even gaining an invisibility ability wouldn’t be a loss.}
Yang Zicang silently said to Morrie in his heart:
[From now on, stay in Hub Town and don’t go anywhere. You called three years into the future, right? It’s only three years—I’ll see who can take your life in that time.]
Morrie was silent for a moment, then nodded.
If he could avoid the future accident, it would be best to survive… Besides, hadn’t Hong Haocheng said in the psychic field that he should come along to the future together?
Maybe he wouldn’t die?
……
Before long, news came that someone had caught two Li Shangxiangs. One ofthem begged for mercy the moment he was captured, saying he was willing to reveal the whereabouts of the other two and imploring them to spare his life.
“Tell me where the other Li Shangxiangs are.”
“Please, let me go! They’ve already used the model abilities they stole earlier to replace the Shiqian model and fled, reverting to their original appearances. But I know what those ‘Li Shangxiangs’ look like now!”
The two were quickly brought to the shed area.
They saw in the plaza of the shed area, like three mountain kings, people seated in three directions, staring at the small “isolated island” in the middle, surrounded by water and ringed by people of all skin colors.
The two captured “Li Shangxiangs” looked ashen.
Following the description of their appearance from one of them,two more heads were soon brought and thrown to the ground with a thud.
Both men trembled violently.
They hadn’t expected that in just an hour, these two members of the “Shiqian Group,” who had casually used up their models to resume their original looks, would already be dead.
Members of the Shiqian Group were being apprehended everywhere, and many didn’t even bother exchanging them for time rewards. Those shed owners would rather give up millennia of rewards just to kill these organization members who were secretly plotting against the model foundations they depended on to survive.
Yang Zicang turned his head to look at the two captured Li Shangxiangs, but before he could speak, Shed Boss Zhang burst out angrily,
“Cut off their means of escape.”
“No, please!”
*Smack! Smack!* The two collapsed, their limbs going numb. Drenched in sweat, they were bound hand and foot and thrown into the ghost train.
Yang Zicang stood up and walked over. “Whoever is willing to extract the [Invisible] model gets to live.”
“I am!”
“I am!”
*Thud!*
Yang Zicang watched coldly as the silver spear, wreathed in a crimson gleam, pierced through the head of the one who shouted second.
Blood splattered, landing hot droplets on his face and body, leaving the remaining man dazed and disoriented.
A small figurine was brought over.
Without needing further instruction, this Li Shangxiang’s chest lit up with a circular pattern, folding lines of light shooting into the small figurine.
At the figurine’s mouth, a tiny slit slowly opened, spitting out light from which a cyan energy mass materialized, drifting down gradually to form into an Ability Sphere.
Countless pairs of eyes watched this scene from all directions.
They all wanted to witness whether this was indeed the only current capability to transfer models.
……
*Rumble! Clunk!* The carriage door sealed tightly.
Voices echoed lowly within the compartment.
“I definitely won’t flee—I can’t run either,” the man who manifested the [Time Sequence Migration] Ability Sphere spoke in panic. “Please, let me live. I’ll transform abilities for you. For those with bad models, I’ll remove their abilities so they get a chance to acquire new models… I’m begging you…”
At this moment, in a small shed area, Xiao Li sensed the scene transmitted by the Shed Master Yang through the linked sensory feed. Covering her mouth, she watched Yang Zicang walk towards the ground encircled by a ring of blazing oil fire.
“So… he’s actually this fierce.”
Xiao Li recalled the target she had once attempted to assassinate, a flicker of panic stirring within her. It was only now that she truly felt how dangerous her situation had been back then.
“I—I can’t watch anymore. So scary.”
The Shed Master Yang looked at the girl, who had curled into a tight ball:
“Locking him in the car is the only way to deal with Shi Qian. After all, if he turns invisible and tries to escape, no one will be able to extract the sphere anymore. You need to get used to this sort of thing. Because… if these people from the so-called ‘Shi Qian Gang’ actually succeed, they’ll inevitably discover your Blink ability someday. It’ll be dangerous then.”
Having said this, the shed master also felt a lingering sense of dread.
In the end, Xiao Li paled and nodded faintly.
She saw the Ability Sphere tossed onto the small “isolated island” cut off by boiling water and oil fire.
……
By now, Wuying—who had given up his invisibility—was swiftly subdued by a group of men. His legs were gone from sight, and his body bore several wounds. Severe blood loss had long since turned him pale as a ghost, his breath barely a whisper.
The cyan sphere rolled before him. Wuying knew that if he showed the slightest hesitation, he would die on the spot. Now, his only hope was that this *Piaolang Group* would value their reputation more than his life and keep their promise to spare the one who handed over the model…
Lying prone on the ground, Wuying reached out with his one hand, trembling with effort, and touched the mud-coated little sphere on the earth.
[I can use [Time-Shifting].]
The pale-faced man’s chest, where a circular model was flashing, bore a weak smile.
Little did he expect that he would ultimately take the initiative to use this Ability Sphere.
[Chrono-Migration has been activated.]
[Migration target has been marked: Li Shangxiang.]
Wu Ying raised his head to glance at Yang Zicang, who was gazing coldly at him from beyond the ring of fire.
With the invisibility model he had already obtained, which was nothing short of heaven-defying… why on earth had he set his sights on this person?
He felt a deep sense of regret.
[I am about to divest myself of all temporal effects within my body.]
[You have divested yourself of all temporal effects on your body.]
“I am Shi Qian… I am Wu Ying… My true name is…”
The embittered man felt the ability that he had commanded in constant response indeed vanish completely without a trace.
This was… the sensation of returning to being an ordinary human…
It didn’t seem so terrifying.
The youth who had lost far too much blood placed his face dizzily against the ground, warm from the firelight, feeling as if this very earth, no matter what, would never reject his deeds…
……
Yang Zicang turned his head, and the Demon carriage drew near slowly.
The people around scattered, with White Shadow Nian Dragon already hovering in the air, on guard against anyone reckless enough to snatch it.
He approached the carriage door. Inside, the crippled Li Shangxiang was inhaling oxygen heavily, propped against the wall, and spoke to an Ability Sphere on the carriage:
“That’s the Ability Sphere containing the invisibility power. Touch it, and you’ll know if it’s real. Be careful—since you haven’t obtained the genuine part of Shi Qian’s body, activating this Ability Sphere will replace your own original ability…”
Yang Zicang bent down and picked up the small Ability Sphere rolling by Li Shangxiang’s feet. It was no longer cyan, but silver-white, like a ripe fruit.
“Obtain a part of the real Shiqian’s body? What… does that mean?”
Although he asked, a guess had already surfaced in his mind, the answer seeming on the verge of revealing itself…
“It’s the Bandage Doctor. All of us were transplanted by him with the real Li Shangxiang’s body, thereby… acquiring his ability…”
“Bandage?” This was the first time those around him had heard the name.
In Yang Zicang’s heart, this person called Bandage was classified as a top-tier dangerous figure, second only to Lü Bu.
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