Rong Fu was both angry and regretful. He should have kept that useless superpower with the words written on his face; at least it had some practical use!
His superpower was highly developed. A long time ago, the cooldown period was very long, requiring a day to copy a new one. Now, it only took a few minutes. Moreover, copied superpowers used to only last an hour, but now they could last a day or even longer.
That's why he became increasingly reckless, copying indiscriminately, and now he was finally reaping the bitter fruit.
A few minutes is still time! Her husband had already come out of the kitchen with a rolling pin!
The landlady grabbed a broom from the corner and started hitting him: "Trying to attack me? Go attack your own mother!"
With a "bang," Rong Fu jumped back, the broom slamming onto the table, shattering bowls everywhere.
Chef Jin's rolling pin was already aimed at his head.
Rong Fu quickly raised his hand to block, but the chef's strength was no joke; the blow actually made his forearm ache.
Rong Fu's ferocity was ignited, his eyes turning ferocious.
He launched a flying side kick, striking the proprietress's broom squarely in the center. With a "crack," the broom snapped in two. The proprietress was thrown back, crashing into the counter, horrified.
This man, even without his superpowers, is a formidable fighter!
"Bang!" Rong Fu grabbed Chef Jin's rolling pin, his eyes gleaming: "You're courting death!" Chef Jin had no time to react before Rong Fu's fist slammed into his chest. He was sent flying backward, crashing into the corner of the table, knocking over dishes, and groaning in pain on the floor.
The proprietress rushed to help her husband. At that moment, the couple deeply regretted not exercising more and playing mobile games all the time! Was this retribution for feeding kills to the enemy team? They were feeding kills in real life too! Rong Fu grinned maliciously, clenching his fists as he stepped forward. "I only intended to teach you a lesson and be done with it, but since you're courting death..."
His gaze swept over the proprietress, his meaning unclear.
The proprietress sneered, "Go fantasize about your mother!"
She reached into her pocket, pulled out a candy, and threw it forcefully to the ground.
The candy wrapper unfurled, its bright light illuminating the entire restaurant.
Rong Fu was nearly blinded by the light, instinctively shielding his eyes. The couple had already fled like the wind.
"Damn it!" Rong Fu cried, tears streaming down his face.
This idiotic superpower can actually be used as a flashbang? They really managed to come up with that!
He was truly enraged. Ignoring the fact that they were on the street, he strode out and chased after them, unleashing a flying kick at their retreating backs: "Die!"
A faint golden light passed by the couple, a fist meeting the flying kick.
"Bang!" Rong Fu staggered a couple of times before regaining his balance. Looking closely, he saw one of the Calabash Brothers also stumbling backward, taking three steps before regaining his footing.
"Third Brother!" Chef Jin's expression brightened, but he quickly added, "This guy is very powerful, be careful!"
Chu Ge took a deep breath, his expression grave as he looked at Rong Fu opposite him.
Of course he was powerful. He was a serial killer, with years of experience in supernatural combat; his physique and fighting skills were far beyond what a novice like himself could match.
But he still charged forward without hesitation, even instructing the two plainclothes policemen not to approach, but to gather their forces first.
Because Rong Fu was currently displaying ferocity, he was unlikely to think of running away for the time being. If the plainclothes officers appeared, he would definitely escape, and their small group wouldn't be able to catch him.
They had to fight him themselves to stall for time, waiting for Lin Wuyang to arrive with a large group, preferably armed!
The two policemen also knew the crucial point; it wasn't the time for them to go out and alert Rong Fu. While urgently informing Lin Wuyang, Rong Fu watched Chu Ge fighting alone, feeling like he was watching a city superhero.
Damn, are there really people like this these days?
The opponent is a murderer!
Rong Fu was also sizing up Chu Ge, his expression somewhat grave. The Calabash Brother mask possessed some kind of supernatural power, preventing him from using his mental perception to discern the opponent's situation, but the faint golden light emanating from Chu Ge's body and the force of their earlier exchange of blows indicated a formidable opponent.
The dark room wasn't just for laughs after all.
He slowly drew a dagger.
Chu Ge: "Damn!" Without a word, Rong Fu lunged forward, his dagger aimed viciously at Chu Ge's abdomen.
Chu Ge's footwork acted instinctively; with a slight twist, he dodged the attack, his graceful movement almost drawing cheers from Chef Jin and his wife.
Heaven knows Chu Ge was already sweating profusely inside. His body reacted faster than his brain; if he had acted on his own, he wouldn't have been able to dodge it at all. So much so that even though he dodged the attack and could have seized an opening, he completely missed his chance…
If Qiu Wuji saw this, he'd definitely get a scolding—what kind of crap was that!
Rong Fu was far more experienced than him. His attack was dodged, and the dagger immediately spun around, barely grazing Chu Ge's forearm.
A faint metallic clang rang out. Chu Ge's forearm only had a faint mark; not even a scratch.
The two parted ways, and Rong Fu's eyes lit up with surprise: "So it's an invulnerability ability! Good stuff!"
Chu Ge: "…"
"Carrying a food-flash ability? I've had enough! Give me yours!"
Chu Ge himself felt nothing, but he saw a faint light flash around Rong Fu.
His ability was really copied?
What did he copy? I don't even know what my own ability is.
Chu Ge actually felt a little anticipation and curiosity. Would he summon Qiu Wuji? If Qiu Wuji really came out, wouldn't he smash his head into a watermelon? Immediately I felt a little uneasy, what if a parallel world was copied, another Qiu Wuji?
But he saw Rong Fu holding his head in pain and stumbling: "What the hell are you..."
Chu Ge: "?"
No matter what happened to you, are you really stupid if I don't take the opportunity to beat you?
Chu Ge rushed forward without saying a word and kicked Rong Fu in the face.
Rong Fu reluctantly waved his dagger and tried to stop Chu Ge from kicking him. Chu Ge's feet swept back and forth, kicking Rong Fu hard on the side of the face.
With a "bang", Rong Fu's whole body hit the side wall. He couldn't care less about the pain in his body, and it hurt as if his head was split.
This mother is not invulnerable, her body still hurts where it should, and her head feels like countless needles are stirring inside it. Thousands of information are rushing in, making her almost crazy.
What kind of superpower is this...
How can an ordinary person with special powers bear the crazy influx of information in a world?
Cultivating immortality? Refining Qi? Overcoming tribulations? The world is divided into nine provinces, with the Great Qian Kingdom at the center. A sacred mountain hangs in the distance, where immortals come to assess disciples… An ordinary young man… Countless faces, countless words, countless cultivation techniques surged wildly through his mind, a chaotic mess. What the hell is this?
Trying to analyze how to use this superpower, his consciousness vaguely told him: Go write a book first.
Rong Fu: "???"
Write a book? I can't write a book! No, even if I could, this is a battle! By the time I finish writing a book, my grave will be three feet high!
A fist the size of a vinegar jar, glowing with a faint golden light, rapidly enlarged before his eyes. In his chaotic state, Rong Fu was too slow to dodge and took a solid punch.
Chu Ge, remembering Qiu Wuji's teachings, didn't hold back at all in this punch. With a loud "bang," Chu Ge watched helplessly as Rong Fu flew up along the wall like a kite with a broken string, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The visceral pleasure of each punch sent shivers down his spine.
Why the other guy had turned into an idiot and was just standing there taking a beating was no longer important.
The thrill was more important!
He strode after him, straddling Rong Fu and unleashing a barrage of punches: "You hit my...my friend? And stabbed me? Go to hell, is copying abilities so cool?" The chef and his wife, along with two plainclothes police officers, stood dumbfounded a short distance away, staring at this berserk Calabash Brother, completely dumbfounded.
Who's the BOSS? Who's the Calabash Brother again?
Footsteps sounded, and Lin Wuyang arrived with a large group of men, surrounding them from both sides. Seeing the scene, he was also stunned. He instinctively thought Chu Ge was the one being beaten, but it was the other way around?
His old classmate, who was always at home writing, had single-handedly captured a wanted criminal?
Lin Wuyang rushed over and pulled Chu Ge away: "Commander, stop hitting him! You'll kill him if you keep going!"
Chu Ge stopped, looked at Rong Fu whose face was unrecognizable, and spat: "You dare bully someone with disheveled hair and defiant eyes? Die!"
Rong Fu was on the verge of death, too weak to even protest.
Lin Wuyang remained silent.
That was just a little essay I made up on the spot.
Chu Ge took a few breaths, then suddenly realized something. He turned his head and saw Qiu Wuji standing gracefully in the distance, watching him with a smile.
All of Chu Ge's violent emotions subsided in an instant.
So she had been secretly protecting him all along.