The man immediately abandoned Fu Ying and rushed over to the injured man, asking, "What happened?"
The man endured the pain and said in a deep voice, "Something's strange. It feels like I punched into a furnace of molten iron; the temperature is incredibly high."
Fu Ying finally understood that Zhou Xuan could now use his special abilities to protect himself. It wasn't that he had the skills to fight enemies, but rather that he used his special abilities to repel them.
Fu Ying couldn't understand Zhou Xuan's abilities. What Zhou Xuan demonstrated to her was only his ice-based superpower. All she saw was the ability to transform and devour gold. If he had that ability, the people he faced would only be transformed or devoured, or even if only a part of them were transformed, they would be either killed or crippled.
Fu Ying never expected Zhou Xuan to have this ability to burn people invisibly, and Zhou Xuan had indeed never told her that he could control the temperature to extremely high or low levels.
Neither man could understand, but the injured man was even more surprised. He endured the pain and stared intently at Zhou Xuan. Zhou Xuan smiled faintly and said nonchalantly, "Your minute, will you continue or stop?"
If Zhou Xuan said that, then there's no doubt that the invisible and intangible fire trap from earlier must be related to him.
Although the man couldn't understand it, he could tell that it was related to Zhou Xuan. However, he couldn't figure out how Zhou Xuan had done it. Could it be that Zhou Xuan had some kind of flame welding tool hidden under his sleeve?
That's actually quite possible. Nowadays, there are tiny gas cylinders like those in lighters, and the ignition point is the size of a small screwdriver, or even the size of a ballpoint pen. There are also gas cylinders the size of toothpaste tubes, with ignition heads only the size of a ballpoint pen. Tools of this size can easily be hidden in a sleeve or pocket.
The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed. The man immediately said to the uninjured man, "Old Zeng, be careful, this kid might be hiding a high-temperature welding torch or some other small tool in his sleeve. I got burned by the hot air."
The man called Old Zeng snorted, his face grim, and slowly approached Zhou Xuan, saying, "Hand over the stuff, or I'll make you suffer."
Zhou Xuan smiled faintly and said, "Then why don't you give it a try? I'm not one to believe in superstitions; I just like to suffer."
Old Zeng chuckled coldly. Now that Zhou Xuan had revealed his identity, there was no way he could use the hidden tool to harm him again.
His eyes were like lightning as he stared at Zhou Xuan, but he stepped forward with his hands behind his back and then unleashed a series of rapid kicks.
This man's kung fu was indeed impressive; his rapid-fire kicks dazzled Zhou Xuan, resembling a special effects scene from a movie. Fortunately, his self-defense technique relied on supernatural abilities, the sensations of which were incomparable to the naked eye. No matter how fast Old Zeng kicked, he couldn't outpace Zhou Xuan's thoughts.
Of all things known to humankind, electricity and light are the fastest speeds, but even the fastest light can't outpace human thought, right?
Zhou Xuan's superpower is that it moves with his thoughts; wherever his thoughts go, his superpower follows.
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Volume 1, Chapter 415: The Ferrari Sports Car Man
Chapter 415 Ferrari Sports Car Man
Fu Ying, watching from behind, was also taken aback.
This person's leg techniques have reached an extremely high level. Even she might not be able to gain the upper hand, but this is only in terms of leg skills.
Fu Ying's specialty is combat, specifically the Southern School's strength in dislocating tendons and bones. She has also practiced leg techniques, but it was Taekwondo kicking, which is not her forte. Compared to this person, she is inferior.
Now, facing Zhou Xuan is an ordinary person who knows absolutely no martial arts—meaning his skills are average. If Zhou Xuan was using supernatural abilities just now, this person is using leg techniques, wearing thick leather shoes, thick socks, and thick pants. If it were heat energy, it probably wouldn't be able to penetrate that person's legs in one go. Zhou Xuan is likely to be at a disadvantage.
Fu Ying immediately moved closer. Because Old Zeng was still wary of Zhou Xuan, he was hesitant to get too close, so she had to be quick to protect Zhou Xuan.
Fu Ying hadn't anticipated that Zhou Xuan's ability wasn't just about creating high and low temperature protective shields in space; it was about being able to do so anywhere, in any space. Therefore, no matter how thick the protective clothing or other protective gear an opponent wore, as long as they were within Zhou Xuan's attack range, he could apply heat to any part of their body, and even arbitrarily control the temperature within their body.
The man called Lao Zeng unleashed a lightning-fast kick, seemingly putting Zhou Xuan at a disadvantage. But in an instant, Lao Zeng's legs suddenly seemed to turn into ice, losing all feeling in a flash, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Old Zeng's situation was even worse than the man whose hand had been burned. He was injured without touching Zhou Xuan, but he was in more serious condition; he fell and tried to move, but couldn't even stand up.
The fact that someone with such formidable leg skills could lose their mobility in an instant left both Fu Ying and the man in disbelief.
Of the three, only Lao Zeng himself could feel that his legs were different from the man who had been burned earlier. His companion had been burned by the high temperature and was in great pain both immediately and afterwards, but Lao Zeng felt no pain at all. Although he couldn't stand up and couldn't feel anything in his feet, he didn't feel any pain.
This was, of course, because Zhou Xuan used his ice-energy ability to lower the blood temperature in Lao Zeng's feet and part of his calves to almost freezing point. Therefore, Lao Zeng lost consciousness in an instant. After being frozen, the body only feels cold; when the cold becomes unbearable, there is no sensation at all, and of course, no pain.
The two men who were following Zhou Xuan were defeated before they could even touch his clothes. Old Zeng was paralyzed on the ground, unable to get up, while his companion was in excruciating pain in his right hand. Although he could move his hands and feet, he dared not attack Zhou Xuan again.
Because both of them were clearly watching Zhou Xuan, if Zhou Xuan used a hidden high-temperature flamethrower the first time, what about the second time?
The second time he was attacked, he didn't raise his hands or move them at all, nor did he move any part of his body, yet Old Zeng still fell for it.
The fact that Lao Zeng's injuries were completely different from his companion's left the two of them bewildered and speechless.
Fu Ying was in a hurry to help Zhou Xuan out of the predicament, but before she even reached Lao Zeng's side, Lao Zeng fell to the ground and couldn't get up, so she quickly stopped and stared at him.
Old Zeng climbed several times, each time falling halfway down, his legs seemingly completely unusable, yet strangely, they didn't hurt. He reached up and pulled up his trouser leg, pinching the skin of his ankle; it was ice-cold, he couldn't feel anything, as if he were touching a block of ice.
Fu Ying looked at the two men with surprise. One was crying out in pain, while the other didn't even flinch. However, his inability to get up clearly told her that his feet were severely injured.
Fu Ying was still confused about what kind of superpower Zhou Xuan had used this time. And the Zhou Xuan she knew now gave her a completely different feeling. Just how many secrets did he still have that she didn't know?
At this moment, Zhou Xuan said calmly, "Gentlemen, speak up, why were you following us?"
Old Zeng and his companion remained silent. Zhou Xuan then said calmly, "If you don't speak, I can make you both die without you even realizing it, without leaving a single clue or flaw. I won't even touch you."
If Zhou Xuan had said this before, Lao Zeng and Lao Zeng would never have believed him, but now Zhou Xuan's words made them believe him without hesitation.
Zhou Xuan's ability to remain completely still inexplicably rendered the two of them powerless to resist. This unpredictable ability terrified Lao Zeng and his companion, as it was beyond their comprehension.
Old Zeng pushed himself back with both hands on the ground, while his companion was even more frightened, staring at Zhou Xuan and asking, "You... who exactly are you?"
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" Zhou Xuan said coldly. "You're the ones who came to follow us. Following us is one thing, but you also attacked us. With your skills, if I hadn't been able to fight back, wouldn't I have suffered the same torment as you?"
He chuckled coldly and said, "This world is a world of the strong preying on the weak, where only the fittest survive. If you are strong, then you have the final say. If we are strong, then naturally the tables will turn. I don't need to say anything else, do I?"
The two men's faces changed color, but they still didn't say anything.
Seeing that the two of them were still stubbornly holding on, Zhou Xuan smiled faintly and snapped his left finger.
Before Lao Zeng and his companion could understand what was happening, they were startled by a piercing pain. Looking up at the source of the pain, they saw that the tip of their left middle finger had been severed and was gone, with blood spurting out.
Without even seeing how Zhou Xuan made his move, both Lao Zeng and his companion suffered simultaneous injuries to their left middle fingers. It's said that the ten fingers are connected to the heart, and this pain was far beyond what Lao Zeng's companion had experienced with a burn on the back of his hand. A burn is painful, but having a section of your middle finger severed is even more excruciating.