In the player forum, there is a saying about displacent skills called the "impossible triangle."
That is, a displacent skill cannot simultaneously have long range, short cooldown, and low consumption; at most, only two out of the three can be achieved.
However, the man in sleepwear before them completely breaks this iron law, flickering at high frequency in mid-air without any delay. Each ti he flickers, a new slash wound appears on those present.
Fuding Hualong shuddered and gulped down a Life Potion, urgently healing the penetrating heart wound, then gritted his teeth, flipped to the last few pages of a scroll, and grabbed a Yaksha Divine General from the paper.
Yaksha, sotis translated as "Yaksha," has wings on its back, is entirely crimson, clad in armor, wears a rat crown, wields a sharp axe, and stands ten feet tall.
This Buddhist protector deity just landed, and Fuding Hualong sliced open his palm, sprinkling blood on the Divine General, causing its original height of over three ters to swell to over five ters.
The Divine General majestic and valiant, moved with foresight, catching the sleepwear man’s legs with one hand, holding him firmly to prevent him from escaping.
’Well done!’
Fuding Hualong tightened his bleeding fist. This [Vijaya] is one of the twelve Yaksha Divine Generals from the dicine Buddha Sutra, and the rat crown corresponds to the rat of the Chinese Zodiac,
with hands capable of disrupting space teleportation.
[Vijaya] looked fierce, gripping the sleepwear man’s left leg with his left hand and slamming down with his right hand, intending to crush him into pulp.
At the critical mont, the sleepwear man didn’t hesitate, wielding a sharp blade, he severed his own legs.
The instant he broke free, he flickered behind [Vijaya’s] neck, held the at-cleaver horizontally, and then... disappeared.
The speed at which the human eye recognizes continuous images is 24 fras/second; if an object passes by in less than 1/24 of a second, it will "disappear."
Within a second, the legless sleepwear man perford hundreds of Instant Teleportations,
encircling the cleaver around [Vijaya’s] neck.
After a second, the Yaksha’s head fell off and dissipated into ink stains.
"Ice Crystal Falling Star Fist!"
White Horse Tombstone decisively punched the ground, causing dense hail to fall from the sky.
The hail, shaped like iron nails and heavy as iron ingots, resonated with bursts of pitter-patter across the street,
yet the sleepwear man didn’t continue his attack but flickered fifty ters away, lying legless on the ground, still dazedly looking at everyone, as if waiting for the hailstorm to end.
Red Driver urgently retrieved all the Pocket Monsters into specially made Spirit Balls, freezing their injuries, while hugging his arms to minimize the continuous hail damage.
"Cough, cough—"
Andre, whose upper body was almost split, struggled to retrieve a roll of bandage from the Backpack.
The bandage acted autonomously, one end unraveling to suture Andre’s internal and external injuries, while the other end wrapped around his body a few tis to bandage the wounds.
As a Close Combat Transcendent, the little hail couldn’t hurt him; he shouted in a deep voice at White Horse Tombstone: "You’re using hail as a defensive field?"
"Exactly."
White Horse Tombstone nodded, shouting in the chaotic environnt: "That sleepwear man has been using teleportation to evade our counterattacks, proving his body’s defensive power is actually weak. If during Instant Teleportation he intersects with solid matter, that would harm him.
The dense hail is enough to fill up the whole space, and he can’t pass through during its duration."
But we can’t get out either.
Ozaki Aozora silently summoned a dozen ceramic puppets, each ard with long guns and short cannons, to rain firepower on the sleepwear man.
The gunfire swept through, yet the sleepwear man dodged them all, landing steadily on a tall building’s rooftop.
If he still had his legs, he really would look sowhat dignified.
"Fifty seconds."
White Horse Tombstone suddenly said, and everyone knew she was referring to the duration of [Ice Crystal Falling Star Fist]—their brains rapidly thought of ways to break free.
"Hold on,"
Fuding Hualong suddenly thought of sothing, quickly typing words into his phone to search, and said urgently: "Facial recognition tamorphopsia (prosopotamorphopsia, or PMO for short) is quite rare; only about 75 cases of PMO have been docunted over the past century,
Since Gary Hoy and that Vietnase woman both originated in the real world, then this sleepwear man should’ve existed in reality too."
He took a photo of the sleepwear man standing on the rooftop, sending it to the Whale Song’s Binary Tree, "This is Fuding Hualong from the Special Affairs Bureau, help search for the man in sleepwear in the pictures, with PMO facial recognition tamorphopsia as the keywords!"
White Horse Tombstone raised an eyebrow, pondering for a mont before understanding Fuding Hualong’s intention.
If Binary Tree over there can search the global networked case database and find the sleepwear man’s true identity, maybe they can learn about his symptoms at onset through his case report—
Different PMO patients perceive things differently; so see faces as dragon faces, so see others’ noses and mouths shrink, and so see other people’s eyes elongated.
By learning the sleepwear man’s symptoms, perhaps using Li Cheng’s body modification ability, they could reverse modify facial organs, making them appear "normal" in the sleepwear man’s eyes,
Which could stop him from attacking.
All this was thought up by Fuding Hualong in just a few seconds, truly befitting a Special Affairs Bureau elite agent.
However...
"I didn’t find it in the global case database."
Binary Tree’s calm voice ca from the walkie-talkie, "Additionally, expanding the search target to ntal illness and face blindness yielded no valid results either."
Fuding Hualong took a deep breath, knowing that PMO patients are often misdiagnosed as having ntal illnesses, and so PMO cases inexplicably improve on their own, making patients skip visiting the doctor, further reducing specific case records.
"Thirty seconds left."
White Horse Tombstone reminded again,
Gray Rain smacked his lips and said to Li Cheng: "Why don’t you squat down?"
"Huh? Why should I squat down?"
"I can cover you from above."
Gray Rain confidently said: "The knife in the sleepwear man’s hand is only twenty centiters long, so if you squat down and I cover you, forming a thick iron ball over twenty centiters, rolling all the way, he won’t be able to cut you."
Don’t say it, you really shouldn’t say it.
This plan actually held so feasibility.
Li Cheng scratched his head, "Let’s forget it; rolling all the way is just too embarrassing."
He picked up the walkie-talkie and said to Binary Tree: "Use the sa picture of the sleepwear man, and search the global cri record database with the keywords: killed his wife and children at night, then committed suicide."
Seeing the others’ puzzled looks, Li Cheng quickly explained: "From the sleepwear man’s attire, the blood-stained knife proves he killed soone, and the suicide wound on his neck proves he killed before committing suicide.
But he was wearing sleepwear, so only one possibility exists: he suddenly had an episode one night, mistaking his family mbers at ho as monsters, and in panic, killed them with a knife,
when PMO improved on its own, realizing he had killed his family, he chose to end his life in despair.
Since it was the first outbreak, neither the PMO nor the schizophrenia case database would have him, so he can only be found in the cri database."
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