Blind Spot
Chapter 172 - 161 Power Level One

Chapter 172: 161 Power Level One

"You’re looking for the teacher, what’s the matter?"

Li Chengyi sized up the visitor. From the other’s footsteps and stance, physique and outline, he could tell that this person must have also been practising combat technique for years.

His arms were strong and muscular, with obvious bulging lines, perhaps skilled in hand-to-hand combat.

"There’s no first in literature and no second in martial arts, you took my teaching position in the army back then, and now you hide away by yourself, letting out only your daughter. That’s hardly befitting, is it?" the old man said in a low tone.

He took a step closer, closing the distance to Li Chengyi to almost one meter.

This distance, in any combat technique, was quite dangerous.

With just an outstretched hand, one could strike the opponent; it was essentially a critical point.

"So what do you want? The teacher has already retired now, and the past..." Li Chengyi didn’t finish speaking before he was interrupted by the other party.

"Retired? Does retiring settle everything? Laughable! He is retired! But the man isn’t dead yet!" The elder’s eyes widened, a faint imposing aura subtly emanating.

"Then what would you like to do?" Li Chengyi furrowed his brows. The teacher had just sparred with him, and his own hands were already injured from overexertion.

It naturally wouldn’t be good to let this person in at such a time.

"Since you are his students, presumably, you should have learned a few moves, right?" The old man sneered, eyeing Li Chengyi.

"Seeing as you have a good build, since your teacher is unwilling to show himself."

"Then I’ll just grab you to force him out!"

Before the words were finished, the old man raised his hand and grabbed toward Li Chengyi’s wrist.

This grab employed a special technique, using the arm as the whip’s lash, the body as the whip’s shaft, and with a snap of force, striking out instantaneously at great speed.

Smack.

The old man’s palm hit the target squarely, firmly grasping Li Chengyi’s left wrist.

"Up!"

He exerted force, stepped down, and energized his whole body, attempting to lift and flip Li Chengyi.

"Old man," Li Chengyi slowly raised his hand, "as one gets older, one should stay at home and enjoy one’s remaining years. Don’t come out and show aggression. We live in a society governed by law now; it’s no longer your era."

He slowly and steadily opened his hand, moving toward the old man’s neck.

Even though his wrist was still grasped by the other, it was not hindered in the slightest.

Under the fierce resistance of power, the elder’s blood flowed rapidly through his body, his arms and shoulders slightly bulging, and his feet spread apart, clinging to the ground.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop that slowly approaching large hand.

"A Strengthening Individual!?" His originally confident expression turned slightly ashen as the large hand neared his neck.

"No... even a Strengthening Individual doesn’t have such exaggerated strength... Born with, ’God Power’ maybe!?"

Thump.

Li Chengyi’s left hand lightly grasped the old man’s neck.

Crack.

A crisp sound.

Zhuang Yijing, who was standing by, shuddered in fright, but soon realized that the sound wasn’t real at all.

Instead, it was Li Chengyi imitating the noise with his mouth.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and only then noticed that the old man’s expression was also clearly frightened, turning from pale to white.

"Just kidding," Li Chengyi grinned and withdrew his hand, walking past the old man.

The sound of footsteps gradually faded.

It wasn’t until both people had gone more than ten meters that the old man came back to his senses from his rigid shock.

He reached out and touched his own neck, where the skin was faintly sore, clearly suffering minor damage.

’Such power...!!?’

Common people, even if they took strengthening injections, had a limit of about one ton. Only a very few top-notch naturally gifted individuals, due to their innate body structure differing from ordinary people, could exert higher limits.

But even then...

Even with such talent! He had never seen anyone with such immense power!?

He had already used Soft Qi, but he still couldn’t surpass the opponent’s single hand!?

"I’ve practiced so hard for so many years... in the end, what was it for!?"

The old man, touching the scratch on his neck, suddenly felt a surge of doubt in his heart.

"Could it be just to be a backdrop for these terrifyingly strong talents by birth, to be their stepping stones!?"

"My hard practice... my dedication... my everything!"

He extended his hands, suddenly feeling like his entire life had been lived without meaning.

That person, so young, had negated all his years of arduous cultivation and perseverance in just a few seconds with just one hand.

Reality was this brutal...

He could once barely keep up with Yu Long, but now that young man...

In that instant, many thoughts crossed the old man’s mind.

His once straight back began to bend gradually as if he had aged a great deal all at once.

Outside the community.

Li Chengyi stood side by side with another person at the roadside, quietly waiting for the car to arrive.

"How is it? Are you doing okay with the combat training? Can you keep it up?" Li Chengyi asked casually.

"Compared to the continuous sixteen hours of studying every day, this is nothing," Zhuang Yijing replied with ease. "But as for you, Brother Cheng, if I keep at it, could I eventually become as powerful as you?"

She had witnessed the entire process of Li Chengyi overpowering the old man.

This was also the second time she had truly seen the formidable strength of pure power suppression.

"Believe in yourself. You may have a different approach than mine, but you’ll definitely be able to handle these kinds of situations easily in the future," Li Chengyi said with a smile.

He noticed that Zhuang Yijing had become much more normal after practicing combat technique. At least she wasn’t as overly lustful as she had been before.

"Are you kidding me?" Zhuang Yijing’s eyes widened.

"Would lying to you do me any good?" Li Chengyi countered.

"True," Zhuang Yijing nodded, "By the way, the teacher asked me yesterday if I wanted to officially become his disciple, his true apprentice. What do you think, should I agree?"

"?!" Li Chengyi blinked, that stubborn old man had never mentioned such a thing to him, had he?

How long has it been, and you want to take Zhuang Yijing as your disciple too?

"Are you sure it’s really a formal apprenticeship?" he asked seriously.

"Yes, the teacher made it very clear, it’s a real formal apprenticeship." Zhuang Yijing nodded affirmatively.

"Then you’ve struck it rich, hurry up and agree!" Although Li Chengyi was speechless, he still offered advice. "A formal apprenticeship is completely different from the relationship between a common student and teacher. With the old man’s network of connections and resources, any way you look at it, you’re making a huge gain. That guy used to be the chief combat technique instructor for the military."

"What’s the difference? Could it be that I can learn something more powerful?" Zhuang Yijing asked.

"Unlike interest classes run simply to make money, within the combat schools, a true master-disciple relationship is a bond that’s even stronger than that of father and son.

If a teacher acknowledges his disciple, he will use all kinds of resources and connections, investing financially to help them continuously rise and become stronger.

In this respect, our unseen eldest senior brother is an example. Initially, the teacher also used all his resources and connections to pave the way for him, and with his own adequate strength and temperament, it’s only logical that he now holds a high position."

Li Chengyi explained in detail.

"Such a relationship, especially in traditional schools, is highly valued. Whether you want to pursue a career in the military or not, it’s a good thing, a very good thing."

"Is that so?" Zhuang Yijing, not originally from this circle, didn’t know the intricacies and was lost in thought after hearing this.

"I must have to give something in return, right?"

"Taking care of the teacher, helping to make appearances, just treat him like your own father," Li Chengyi responded while suddenly thinking that Yu Long hadn’t mentioned taking him on as a disciple, perhaps because of his status as a Blind Spot Individual.

Blind Spot Individuals have no future.

So, the slowly growing bond between him and Yu Long was based primarily on the significant rewards given by Xindela at the beginning, and now, on the fact that people can’t endure hardship and are unwilling to waste a lot of time on a skill that’s definitely inferior to the modification module.

After all, the combat circle is too small.

The whole fighting circle is just a closed and narrow self-cyclic community. To society, their role is becoming smaller and smaller.

"I’ll think about it carefully," Zen Zhuang Yijing, having learned the situation, fell into contemplation.

The taxi arrived quickly.

She got into the car and waved goodbye to Li Chengyi.

"By the way, Brother Cheng, with your skills, why didn’t the teacher take you under his wing?"

Clearly, she had found out from Yu Long that Li Chengyi was only a student, not an apprentice.

"Maybe it’s because... I’m sick," Li Chengyi said with a smile, casually giving a reason.

Blind Spot Individuals are sick. A sickness that only allows for two more years of life.

By his reckoning, it had been over half a year since he first encountered the Blind Spot...

In just over half a year, he had entered the Blind Spot so many times, and it was only because he had the Evil Flower that he wasn’t already dead and gone.

Zhuang Yijing left with confusion and incomprehension.

Beep Beep.

Soon a brief series of car horn beeps pulled Li Chengyi out of his reverie.

His taxi had arrived as well.

A white four-seater, with a pale red screen board standing on the roof, displaying the word "Radio-Dispatch."

Checking the license plate number, he opened the door and got in.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, his expression paused, seeing that the driver’s seat was empty.

Where the driver should have been sitting was just emptiness, and next to the seat was a half-drunk bottle of purified water.

The red plastic-wrapped purified water, with the lid still off, was just stuck between the front two seats.

Li Chengyi narrowed his eyes and looked out the window.

Outside, a faint grey mist was starting to rise.

His heart chilled, he quickly opened the car door and stepped out.

The pedestrian walkway outside the complex, the street lamps, the roadway, and the villas.

They were all starting to be enveloped and spread by a layer of grey mist.

More importantly, some of the people who were just on the streets and sidewalks were now nowhere to be seen.

There wasn’t a single car on the roadway, either.

In the villas, the lights that had been on were also silently going out one by one.

Ding Dong.

Suddenly, a familiar sound pierced Li Chengyi’s ears.

’It’s here...’

He followed the sound with his eyes.

The sound came from across the street, opposite the complex.

There, there used to be a row of various shops and snack stores.

But now, the shop right in the middle was slowly lighting up amidst the dim, turned-off lights.

The Silent Store.

Li Chengyi caught sight of the shop across the street at a glance.

Even from across the street, he could still make out the faint outline of the counter and shelves inside the shop.

He didn’t expect the Silent Store to appear at such a time.

He looked toward the ground by the store’s entrance.

The steps were spotlessly clean; the blood that had been spilled before had long since disappeared.

Hiss.

Numerous purplish-red petals surrounded and danced around Li Chengyi, and in an instant, the petals condensed into black armor pieces, covering his entire body, turning into the newly acquired Feilian Floral Dress.

"This time, it should be settled completely."

Taking a deep breath, Li Chengyi lifted his foot and walked step by step toward the entrance of the store.

Behind him, at his side, and in the distance,

The grey mist was continuously spreading toward this place, engulfing everything in its path.