His hands were bound, and Le Yu had no strength left to resist.
Even if he had some tricks up his sleeve, they would surely be within Mu Feihong's expectations—this is one of the drawbacks of widespread Combat Technique: the moment you make a move, others know your style, and even know the weaknesses and shortcomings of your Combat Technique, leaving no room for 'surprise'.
The battle of the Awakeners is like an RTS game without the fog of war. Awakeners using the same Combat Technique are like players using the same race; Awakeners with different Combat Techniques are like players using different races.
Therefore, an Awakener's battle is essentially a contest of micro-control, details, and comprehension!
The Combat Techniques currently prevalent have been hammered by countless heroes over thousands of years, and their power is almost equal, with no technique being superior—if there really was a most powerful Combat Technique, everyone would learn it, since people aren't fools.
Therefore, the balance among different Combat Techniques in real combat is still quite good, and the spiritual power starting point between Awakeners is similar. It can be said that losing in a duel just means one's skills are inferior, and there's no excuse for being a noob.
Le Yu exhaled, thinking that this 'newbie tutorial' had come to an end, and softly said, "Let go, it's over."
At this moment, the inside of Le Yu's left knee was suddenly struck with a strong kick, causing his knee to bend, nearly making him kneel down!
"Mu Feihong, what are you doing!?"
"Kneel for old Lin who died!" Mu Feihong tightened the rope, his voice filled with anger and hatred: "Kneel to the academy!"
"For what!?"
"Because you are under my control now! Kneel!"
Mu Feihong kicked hard, and a strong feeling of weakness spread from Le Yu's knee through his entire leg; if Le Yu wasn't immune to pain, his will unaffected by sensory influence to forcibly control his body, he would have already knelt down.
Le Yu was both shocked and furious. Apart from picking up the phone falling under the bed, when else did his knees touch the ground?
I haven't even knelt to my own parents, and you want me to kneel to you lot?
I'm not Qian Yuya, I owe you nothing... even if it's Qian Yuya, he owes you nothing!
But now Le Yu's right hand was tied by the rope, and his left hand was locked by Mu Feihong, making him unable to resist!
Just as Mu Feihong prepared to land another kick, Le Yu suddenly recalled some obscure knowledge he had picked up before. With determination, he placed his right hand's four fingers on his thumb and snapped it back!
Mu Feihong, thinking he had control over Le Yu, suddenly felt the rope in his hand lighten, realizing something was wrong. But before he could react, Le Yu's elbow strike had already viciously hammered into his temple!
Biting Battle Technique·Flood Spit!
Mu Feihong couldn't change techniques in time to block it and could only instinctively condense a Light Shield to resist somewhat. Although Mu Feihong didn't have the skill of 'turning light into armor', he did have the emergency ability to quickly conjure a shield.
Such a hasty defense was no match for a well-honed Combat Technique counterattack, and Le Yu's single elbow shattered the Light Shield. The strong force and Light Energy struck his head like a hammer, leaving Mu Feihong with ringing ears, temporary deafness, and convulsions all over, forcing a mouthful of old blood up from him as he collapsed to the ground.
Le Yu pulled over the rope and tied up Mu Feihong's hands, preventing this old man from continuing his tantrum.
When the light and shadow returned to normal, the onlookers saw the following scene: Qian Yuya straddling Mu Feihong, binding his hands as if apprehending a criminal. Mu Feihong was beaten into a trembling coma, with blood streaming from his temple, oppressed by the blood he vomited, looking extremely miserable and pitiful.
"Mr. Mu!"
"Qian Yuya, you beast, how could you beat Mr. Mu like this!?"
"Let's fight it out with these Statistical Department operatives!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Seeing that the students were about to riot, the operatives hurriedly fired warning shots to stop them from advancing, while Chen Fu stepped forward to block them, and operatives Zhou Guangshi and Zhu Junjie came over to drag Mu Feihong away.
"Doesn't it hurt...?" Mu Feihong suddenly asked, gasping.
Le Yu looked at Mu Feihong in surprise. In his previous life, an ordinary person hit in the temple could have faced fatal danger, let alone having buffed his own elbow; with that kind of strike, he could smash rocks. Yet Mu Feihong, struck in the temple, recovered from his daze in less than ten seconds?
The physique in this world is also enhanced by Spiritual Power to near-superhuman levels...
Le Yu shook his head. His ability to retaliate just now was due to a spur-of-the-moment idea of breaking his thumb to free his right hand from the rope.
"It doesn't hurt," Le Yu said expressionlessly, popping his dislocated thumb back in place: "Not at all."
He gave himself a thumbs-up, confirming that the thumb functioned perfectly.
Of course it didn't hurt. The 'Residual Blood Physique' skill was his best investment after crossing over: it dispels fear, annihilates pain, and maintains perpetual calm.
This thumb-breaking maneuver might be known by quite a few in this world, and Mu Feihong obviously guessed his move, which is why he asked. But he never expected Le Yu to be so fierce.
Breaking one's own thumb in such pain might be akin to ten times the pain of stubbing a pinky toe on a table corner, and the hardest part of this maneuver is suppressing the pain's 'stop feedback'. Pain is not a weakness of humans but a strength. Because humans can feel pain, they instinctively avoid most things that could hurt them—species impervious to pain would have long been extinct.
Only someone like Le Yu, who can block out pain, could pull off such a desperate counterattack.
"Ha ha ha... Old Lin, you taught a good student..."
It was unclear whether it was sarcasm or praise, but Mu Feihong laughed as he was dragged into the car.
"Regroup, Zhou Guangshi and Zhu Junjie, you bring people back to the Statistical Department. The rest follow me to the Ou Liu family." Le Yu quickly got into the car, urging the operatives to leave promptly, lest the students surround them and make departure impossible.
Let's slip away.
The capture targets weren't all at the academy; students like Ou Liu from the military academy had already graduated. Therefore, Le Yu and his team had to go to their residential or work locations to apprehend them, driving an armed light truck rampaging through Xingke City.
"Statistical Department business! Ou Liu, come out!"
"Statistical Department business! Gou Huo, I advise you to surrender, or your family will be implicated!"
"Statistical Department business..."
The capture operation was far more comfortable this time, and basically, as soon as Le Yu and his team got out of the car, even before producing an arrest warrant, nearby civilians quickly avoided them, while the targets either stayed home or went to work. The operatives simply needed to issue a few threats for the targets to comply.
Now this is what I remember about being a special agent... getting beaten up by students at the academy was absurd...
"Qian Yuya, Chen Fu, did you catch all of Lin Teacher's students?"
Le Yu asked absentmindedly as he fiddled with light in the car, noticing the young man recently captured suddenly asking in a hostile tone, and replied casually, "It was the Statistical Department, not just our work."
"How significant was your contribution? I heard it was you who killed Teacher Lin."
"Not bad, thanks for the compliment."
"Damn you!"
The young man fiercely kicked the car door, his shackled hands reaching in to grab Le Yu's throat, his face twisted like a malevolent ghost: "How dare you? How could you do this!"
"Su Song, let go!" Chen Fu strode over, delivering a flying kick with a shining cross of light, sending the young man flying several meters away. The young man rolled on the road three or four times, leaving a trail of blood, while the surrounding pedestrians quickly avoided him, leaving the street deserted.
"You... you..." The young man coughed as he got up, his voice mixed with anger and sorrow: "Bro Chen, Bro Fu, why have you changed like this!? Didn't we agree... to change this world together?"
Le Yu was slightly taken aback, suddenly recalling information about this person from his memory.
Su Song, a younger student by one grade, became closely acquainted with them because of Teacher Lin, especially with Qian Yuya, Chen Fu, and others. When Qian Yuya and Chen Fu graduated, Su Song said he would follow them in the future to change this society together with them.
However...
"Su Song, we didn't want this either, we're just following orders, but Teacher Lin took hostages..."
"Do you know what bullshit you're spouting, Chen Fu? Huh!? Following orders? The Statistical Department tells you to kill, you kill. If it tells you to eat shit, do you eat it? Oh, you probably would, since you're now the Statistical Department's dog! Mongrel! I was blind to trust you before, you're all a bunch of bastards! Beasts!..."
Su Song's voice gradually faded. After a while, Chen Fu got in the car and sat in the driver's seat, silent.
Le Yu calmly said, "Who's the next target?"
"Feng Chuanliu, a lecturer at Xingke National High School," Chen Fu replied.
Xingke National High School... Le Yu slightly raised an eyebrow. Isn't that the school where Qian Yuya studies?