Seeking Truth with a Sword-Chapter 641 - 580: Special Filming

Simply... simply...

"It’s just like a special effects film has become reality, right?" the doctor said, turning his head with a bitter smile, as if he’d guessed what the Martial Artist was thinking.

The Martial Artist silently looked into the distance.

Li Ang, expressionless, floated in mid-air like a deity.

As the Elemental Material’s incursion into his brain reached 50%, his Telekinesis strengthened further. He no longer needed to use chains to control the Elemental Material at a distance.

He released all the chains, transforming the Elemental Material into long needles, spheres, and cones.

The long needles wove through the sky, intercepting rockets and setting them off like fireworks. The spheres and cones rapidly pierced through buildings, each strike pulverizing any Superpower Users trying to approach him.

BUZZ!

The air rippled.

The traffic cop, holding two bloody figures and tucking another under his arm, flickered into existence and dropped to the ground.

"Quick, save them!"

Before the traffic cop could remind him, the doctor had already pressed his hands onto the chests of the three injured individuals, releasing his Healing Ability.

SNAP! SNAP!

Broken bones realigned, and torn muscle fibers knitted back together.

The photographer got back to his feet, took a deep breath, and rose from the ground.

The male high school student did the same, coughing up blood mixed with bits of internal organs before opening his eyes.

But the Ninja beside him remained wide-eyed and vacant, gazing straight at the sky, not even blinking as rainwater streamed into his eyes.

"His brain was hit."

After examining him, the doctor looked deeply sorrowful as he withdrew his hand. The traffic cop stiffened for a moment, then furiously punched the nearby rampart.

The battle waged on.

United States heavy tank battalions rolled into the downtown area, using rubble as cover as they fired into the sky.

Li Ang lifted his left hand, raising a wave of Elemental Material as tall as a skyscraper from the ground, blocking all incoming projectiles.

Then he raised his right hand. The slender, thread-like Elemental Material suddenly tensed, transforming into a "silk thread long sword" over 200 meters long and still growing.

WHOOSH!

He swung the hilt. Propelled by his Telekinesis, the silk thread long sword sliced an entire high-rise building in half, the top portion falling among the tank formations.

The tanks it struck stopped abruptly, without warning.

Nearby soldiers, shocked at first, screamed as they were bisected at the waist. The cross-sections of their spines were remarkably smooth.

"Send me back."

The photographer lifted his head and said resolutely.

"What?"

The doctor was in shock. After witnessing such a catastrophic scene, could someone really want to go back?

"The United States won’t care about Japan’s disaster. As long as they can defeat that person and obtain the Elemental Material, even if intercepted missiles fall into underground bunkers where Japanese civilians are hiding, even if fires caused by the fighting spread to underground malls and parking garages, the Americans won’t care."

The photographer shook his head bitterly and said earnestly, "I lived through the March 11, 2011 earthquake and tsunami in Nan Sanlu Town. I don’t want to see a second catastrophe. Take me back. My superpower can immobilize others for up to 10 seconds. Against him, I might manage four or five seconds. Working with the Superpower Users from the United States, maybe we can end this."

The traffic cop looked squarely at the photographer. Seeing the determination in his eyes, he nodded emphatically, then lowered his head and asked the air, "Mr. Takagi, are you still there?"

Takagi, the government official with the golden-threaded glasses, replied in everyone’s minds, "I’m here."

Takagi, who possessed the superpower of telepathic communication, asked the photographer, "Mr. Sakurada, isn’t your superpower to curse others and slow their movements?"

"That was originally the case, but some time ago, I awakened a new ability that turned slowing into immobilization," the photographer said with a wry smile. "There are two reasons I didn’t inform everyone. First, this ability has massive side effects. Second, I feared that revealing it would draw more attention and lead to more restrictions on my personal freedom, so I didn’t report it."

"I see. That’s understandable."

Takagi said, "I will communicate your plan to the others in the Alliance so they can coordinate with your actions."

"Alright!"

The photographer nodded, grabbed the traffic cop’s arm, and the two of them flickered to the other side of the Moat.

High above, Li Ang was still overwhelming his enemies.

The progress of Mo Si’s erosion of his brain had now reached 75%.

He felt his consciousness continually surfacing, melding more and more with Mo Si.

The body that carried his thoughts was no longer important; each silk thread was his eyes, his limbs, his brain.

What was once One Heart, Twenty Thoughts had now expanded to One Heart, Two Thousand Thoughts.

BUZZ!

Hundreds of Mind Needles slashed through the sky, once again knocking down a hail of rockets.

The remaining Heart Thoughts controlled the spheres, casually dispersing the army of Superpower Users on the ground.

Huh? Wait, why am I referring to the Elemental Material as Mo Si...?

The photographer hid among the ruins, concealing his presence as he moved forward.

Meanwhile, the traffic cop continued to flicker, using his spatial movement ability to continuously bring back the injured for the doctor to heal.

The Martial Artist also wanted to go across to help, but the burning pain from his internal organs forced him to stay put.

The number of wounded along the Moat grew. Those too severely injured to continue fighting could only stand by, sending their blessings and cheers to those still on the battlefield.

Under the expectant gazes of the crowd, the photographer quietly made his way to the base of a tall building about 100 meters from Li Ang.

He took a deep breath and pressed the index fingers and thumbs of both hands together, forming the rectangular gesture of a camera lens. He aimed this "lens" at Li Ang. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"Frozen Horizon, activate!"

The photographer exerted his superpower to its limit. Veins bulged on his forehead, and blood trickled from the corners of his eyes.

High in the sky, Li Ang abruptly faltered. He wasn’t fully immobilized but managed to slowly shift his gaze toward the photographer’s location.

"Attack!"

Takagi’s voice echoed in the minds of the many Superpower Users on the battlefield.

United States Superpower Users transformed their arms into Gatling guns and fired into the sky. Each bullet struck the suspended Mind Needles and spheres with deadly accuracy, clearing a path for the others.

The South Korean Superpower User shot into the sky, his Dagger slicing through the fine silk threads that were nearly invisible to the naked eye.

Finally, a young Japanese girl in an archery uniform, standing on the rooftop of a high-rise building, launched an arrow wreathed in frost. It traversed a kilometer to precisely pierce Li Ang’s eye socket.

POP!

Li Ang’s left eyeball burst instantly, the sharp Arrowhead protruding from the back of his head.

The photographer, veins now starkly protruding on his forehead from the effort, saw this and could no longer hold on. He dropped his arms and collapsed to the ground.

The frost energy carried by the arrow had already spread, freezing half of Li Ang’s face solid.

Then, the relentless rain of missile fire from above swallowed him completely.

The flash from the explosions lit up the night as if it were day.

"YEAH!!!"

Officers in the command tent on the other side of the city, as well as Superpower Users by the Moat, couldn’t help but cheer excitedly, some even hugging each other in tears.