NABC Chapter 193 Umbrella Corporation, Martial Arts of the Vitality Type
Chapter 193 Umbrella Corporation, Martial Arts of the Vitality Type
Chapter 193 Umbrella Corporation, Martial Arts of the Vitality Type
Amidst the misty rain and gentle breeze, a man dressed in a straw raincoat and bamboo hat, holding the hand of a little girl carrying an oil-paper umbrella, slowly stepped into Shaoyang City, Jiangzhou.
The man and woman looked like siblings returning from a spring outing, their faces somewhat alike. The man was elegant and refined, while the woman was gentle and graceful, frequently attracting envious glances from onlookers.
"I can accept it, but how come people envy you dressed like that?"
The little girl with her black hair tied up with a red string looked suspicious, but the man next to her chuckled and said, "Maybe it's because my modeling is pretty good. After all, most people are attracted to good-looking people."
"Have you noticed that once you put on a mask, your shamelessness seems to increase?"
Hearing the girl's question, the man's eye twitched. "Is it possible that we are the same person, and that when you insult me, you're insulting yourself?"
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—That's true.
The two quickly passed through the city gate and entered the city without attracting the attention of the scouts at the city gate.
"As expected of the core control area of the Umbrella Corporation, there is at least one spy every five steps and a hidden guard every ten steps."
Modi quickly recovered from his earlier embarrassment and began to look around the city with great interest.
Unlike other cities in the Daqian region, Shaoyang City was deeply influenced by the Umbrella Corporation and underwent significant changes.
Even though the Umbrella Corporation was never exposed to the public.
"Newspapers for sale! Newspapers for sale! Freshly printed newspapers!"
A newsboy carrying an oil-paper umbrella passed by, with a stack of newspapers tucked under his arm; clearly, this was also a product of the Umbrella Corporation.
"Give me one," the prophet said, stopping the newsboy and buying a newspaper from him.
After the newsboy left, Mordy said, "It seems that the Umbrella Corporation already has complete papermaking and printing facilities, and perhaps even energy facilities, but I don't know exactly what they are."
"Take a look at this."
The prophet approached him, pointed to the contents of the newspaper, and read it aloud: "The Blood God Cult has occupied Chong and Jing prefectures."
"Unidentified rebels have seized Qizhou."
"Emperor Qian has stationed troops on the border of Wu and Chong prefectures, seemingly preparing to wage war against the Blood God Cult."
Mo Di stroked his chin. "I remember Jiangzhou was still nominally under the control of the imperial court, right? This newspaper dares to directly refer to the Qian Emperor? Their intention to protect him is blatantly obvious."
"You're focusing on the wrong thing. The key points are two and three!" The prophet punched his waist in dissatisfaction.
"The second point may be related to the last Master. It seems he has finally built his own power and joined the game. As for the third point:..."
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Modi grinned. "Emperor Qian finally couldn't hold back anymore. Perhaps the pressure from Black Stone Fortress was too great for him, so he chose to abandon Hidden Sword Peak and instead pay attention to us."
The existence of Blackrock Fortress was no secret, thanks to the extensive dissemination by spies from various factions and the Golden Wolf Royal Court.
All forces know of its existence and its danger.
"But so what? In this world today, there are very few things that can threaten a fortress."
Wan Jinghan, who went all out, might be one; the several primordial demons of the Great Qian Dynasty combined could be one; and the Umbrella Corporation, whose background is unknown, could also be one—they might possess high-yield nuclear bombs or other advanced technologies.
"Moreover, our trump card is not just Blackrock Fortress. Strictly speaking, I am the Blood God Cult's greatest trump card."
Just as Hidden Sword Peak's greatest trump card is its master, Wan Jinghan, the Blood God Sect's greatest trump card is also himself.
"Put the newspaper away, I think we've arrived."
Modi looked at the prefectural governor's mansion ahead, his gaze shifting slightly downwards, his spiritual sense secretly seeping into the ground and sweeping over it.
He grasped the three-dimensional map of an underground base in just a few seconds.
"Below the prefectural governor's residence is a three-story underground base."
He shared the structural diagrams of the underground base with the prophet.
"The basement level is a biochemical laboratory, also used to cultivate various biological weapons."
"On the second basement level, in addition to some laboratories, there is also a computer room, which is suspected to contain artificial intelligence."
"The third underground level is their energy center, and it seems... to be a nuclear fission reactor?"
"They've even built a nuclear fission reactor?" the prophet exclaimed in surprise. "Could these otherworldly visitors really be from the Umbrella Corporation?"
Modi shook his head. "It's possible they just acquired some of Umbrella Corporation's technology, not necessarily that infamous company."
The prophet clutched the hem of his robe, his brow furrowed, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of some furtive figures.
"They've finally found us."
She wasn't surprised they were discovered, since they hadn't bothered to disguise themselves properly since entering the city.
Given the capabilities of the Umbrella Corporation, they should be able to identify every resident in the city.
It's quite normal for outsiders like them to get noticed.
Before long, the streets were cleared out, with only groups of Umbrella Corporation personnel dressed in black and no other people around.
The rain has stopped.
A rainbow appeared in the sky, and on the street beneath it, the men in black dispersed, making way for them.
A man in a Taoist robe and a man with a crew cut walked toward them side by side.
In the shadows, another person was monitoring their movements.
"Only three? No, there must be someone else hiding behind the scenes." The prophet gave Modi a wink, and the latter immediately understood, stepping forward with a sinister laugh.
"Hehehe, Umbrella Corporation, I didn't expect you to find us. Not bad, on behalf of the Blood God Cult, I reluctantly acknowledge you."
His laughter, reminiscent of an elder of the Soul Palace, combined with his straw raincoat and bamboo hat, caused the Taoist-robed man and the crew-cut man to twitch at the corners of their mouths.
Even Fu Yuxi, who was hiding in the shadows, had a strange expression.
Could it be that the Blood God Cult, just like its name suggests, is a thoroughly villainous organization?
"I didn't expect that our flawless disguise and almost flawless cooperation would be seen through by you. Umbrella Corporation, not bad at all." The Prophet stood with his hands behind his back, completely lacking the delicate and refined demeanor he had just displayed.
Instead, his face was full of deep thought, making him look like a hermit sage.
An elder of the Soul Hall, and the Abandoned Heavenly Emperor? What kind of weird combination is this?
The crew-cut man considered his words carefully before speaking:
"May I ask what brings you two friends from the Blood God Cult to our company?"
"I've heard that the Umbrella Corporation and the Hundred Poisons Cult have joined forces to create some kind of jungle plague. Is that true?"
Modi was already in character, looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, not even glancing at anyone.
The man with the crew cut and the man in the Taoist robe exchanged a glance, knowing that they could not admit to such a thing.
"No, this was all done by the Hundred Poisons Sect themselves. Our company has always been clean; how could we possibly do something so outrageous?" The crew-cut man denied it on the spot.
"But the undead monsters that appeared in the Flesh and Blood Jungle look very similar to those you've hidden underground in the prefectural governor's mansion. Could it be that you're researching a plague that can turn everything into those things?"
As soon as the prophet finished speaking, the two men's expressions changed slightly.
"Sir, everything requires evidence. You have no proof whatsoever. Why are you slandering our company?"
The crew-cut man's face turned cold, and his tone became dangerous.
In their team's mental network, the voice of an absent teammate came through: "Huowen, Miao Guang, the Hunter team is lying in ambush all around and can strike at any time."
"Furthermore, according to the analysis of the combat power detector, those two seem to have strength ranging from mid-to-high level four stars, with a large fluctuation range. You'd better be careful."
From mid-tier to high-tier four-star?
The Taoist-robed man, Miao Guang, raised an eyebrow and quietly asked his captain via the mental network, "Captain, you only recently broke through to the fourth-star high-level. Are you confident you can take them down?"
"It should be possible. I didn't sense much of a threat from them, and I can't rule out the possibility of a breakthrough before battle."
Huo Wen nodded slightly, his true energy ready to be unleashed.
He was already skilled in martial arts techniques related to vital energy, but after coming into contact with spiritual martial arts in this world, he made up for his shortcomings and leaped to the fourth-star high-level.
Compared to other martial arts masters in this world, he has a greater advantage in manipulating qi, and every punch and kick can trigger large-scale changes in celestial phenomena.
The prophet covered his mouth and chuckled softly, then gently flicked out a thought.
Having learned from past mistakes and suffered losses due to their pollution-related ideas, the two were not careless.
Huo Wen flicked his finger, shooting out a stream of true energy that shattered the thought, and the image within it immediately appeared as a projection.
That's a structural diagram of their underground base.
Their expressions changed drastically, and at the same time, Xu Hui's voice rang in their minds: "Make your move!"
These two must have more intelligence to have been able to find out the structure of their base without anyone noticing; they absolutely cannot be allowed to live.
Huo Wen stomped his foot heavily and shot out like an arrow, rushing to Mo Di in the blink of an eye.
Heavenly Frost Fist, defying snow and frost!
A single punch seemed to contain the power of four martial arts styles, each strike stronger than the last, its chilling aura penetrating to the very core.
A trace of memory surfaced in Modi's eyes, as if he had returned to the day when he faced the ice dragon.
He hadn't felt what cold felt like in a long time.
"interesting."
He chuckled softly, drawing the Blood Transformation Divine Blade out of thin air; the intensely burning blood flames dispelled the surrounding chill.
Modi neither dodged nor evaded, seemingly intending to take the punch head-on with his body. At the same time, the blood blade grazed Huo Wen's arm and slashed towards his neck.
The Blood-Transforming Divine Blade swept past the tiny gap in the protective divine aura at an incredible angle, striking Huo Wen behind the divine aura without breaking it.
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Huo Wen raised his hand in time and blocked the divine blade with a Cloud-Dispelling Palm. The overwhelming force of the palm shattered the divine blade into a bloody mist.
However, a deeply hidden glint of blood still lingered.
The blood-red light sliced through the heavy palm strikes, leaving a deep, bone-revealing bloodstain on Huo Wen's left palm.
His earlier punch landed squarely on Modi, creating a huge, bloody hole.
At first glance, it seems that he has the upper hand in this exchange.
"Something's not right, that punch missed!"
Huo Wen abruptly withdrew his hand, but through the bloody hole, he saw that Mo Di's body contained no internal organs, but was entirely composed of viscous blood.
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