Blind Spot-Chapter 65 - 063 Unknown Three

Chapter 65: 063 Unknown Three

Chapter 65: 063 Unknown Three

August, Suiyang.

The weather turned cool.

In the professional training floors of Hongjin Company, two shadowy figures were rapidly exchanging blows, attacking each other with extreme speed.

Punching, dodging, moving, then punching again.

This process repeated continuously, both wearing form-fitting, sweat-wicking black sports attire, their sleeveless tops highlighting their clearly defined muscular contours.

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Thud.

Suddenly, a dull sound. Song Ran took a small step back, his expression somewhat surprised as he looked at the person opposite him.

“You’ve improved this quickly?!” He remembered that Li Chengyi had only been learning the Cross Track Combat Technique for a few months. How could it seem like he’d improved so much…

“No, your punching technique is still rough, but your power and speed have increased,” he quickly realized.

“I’ve been feeling better in my training lately, my body has improved a lot too. Probably because my physical condition has improved overall, giving the impression of increased strength.” Li Chengyi wiped the sweat from his face across the way.

“Still, it’s not enough. I couldn’t beat any of the opponents I encountered before,” he sighed.

“How long have you been training?” Song Ran shook his head, “And Combat Technique doesn’t play that big a role. In this era, no matter how long you train, as soon as a Reinforced Human appears, it’s all for naught; strength, power, both useless. Special alloys like Rainbow Iron, Wells Copper, Su Iron, any kind of reinforced alloy can smash your fist with just one punch.”

“Although it’s not very useful, I can’t be without it. I can’t have weaknesses when it counts.” Li Chengyi responded.

He knew clearly that after wearing the Floral Dress, barehanded fighting was what suited him best.

So in this regard, he aimed to pursue stronger and better techniques.

“In that case, my Cross Track can’t meet your needs. I’m a Semi-Cyborg myself, so I haven’t delved deeply into this area. However, the boss does know a formidable combat master,” said Song Ran.

“It’s not one of those hyped-up ones, is it?” Li Chengyi frowned.

“One who fought his way up, who once served as a special close-combat training instructor for the security department and then retired. Eventually, as the need for Combat Technique became less frequent, he also ended up with little to do,” replied Song Ran.

“In his youth, that old man assimilated many schools of thought and created his own ‘Dragon Whisker Power Technique’, which is incredibly powerful. Dragon Whisker Power is a kind of precise and highly lethal strength technique, capable of piercing through normal metal sheets, especially the thinner ones, with just one palm strike of course, while wearing Metal Knuckles.”

“That is indeed strong!” Li Chengyi nodded slightly.

“But now he can’t do it any longer. A few years ago, the old man’s last student announced he was giving up on refining Dragon Whisker Power to get married and settle down. Since then, nobody has tried to pursue this school,” sighed Song Ran.

“These days, no matter how hard you train, simply replacing a part can surpass your efforts. Decades of hard training can’t stand against someone who spends money and achieves instant results overnight. That kind of frustration isn’t something ordinary people can withstand.”

Li Chengyi thought it made sense.

In his past life, the era he came from was far less advanced than this place, and Combat Technique had already started to decline.

Here, so-called Combat Technique was even less valued.

“Alright, let’s go again!” Song Ran called out lowly, surging forward again with a swinging punch.

Thud.

Li Chengyi blocked with one hand, his body swaying slightly as he lifted his foot for a straight kick.

In the blink of an eye, the two were entangled in a brawl once more. Song Ran’s fighting style was rough and lacked finesse, as many of his movements were designed for other functions. Now, due to the limitations of his mechanical limbs and their partial dysfunctionality, his close-combat skills were regressing rather than improving.

Since the company’s trip to Zhaoshan, Zhong Ying’s death had been echoing incessantly in Li Chengyi’s mind.

Every night when he rested, falling asleep, he would occasionally dream of Zhong Ying.

In his dreams, she stood beside his bed in a white dress, face covered in blood, staring at him coldly.

So, night after night, Li Chengyi would suddenly wake up and get out of bed to look around.

This paranoid state continued until he began to devote himself wholeheartedly to Combat Technique training, which slowly dissipated.

Half an hour later, Li Chengyi and Song Ran rested, agreeing to bring up the topic of looking for a new fighting instructor with the boss later.

The Cross Track Combat Technique was simple in moves and power application, and he had almost mastered it—the rest mostly involved the development and use of cyborg functionalities.

Unless he underwent the same kind of limb modifications to become a Semi-Cyborg like Song Ran, there was no need to train in the other aspects.

Exiting the company, Li Chengyi let out a long breath.

Although they hadn’t completed their mission in Zhaoshan, Xindela still gave them a bonus of five million each. After all, they had indeed faced no small danger, and they were very close to completing their mission.

With those five million, Li Chengyi couldn’t afford a Flying Yi, but he could start planning for the botanical garden he had been contemplating.

He didn’t need to plant every variety, just the particular types he needed, chosen carefully and selectively.

Hence, such a botanical garden didn’t need to be very large.

‘Aside from the botanical garden, the most pressing matters are to find Flower Language Technique and Evil Thought Absorption.’

Only after evolving the Floral Dress could he activate the New Divine Flower Position and absorb the small white flower from the Mist Street Blind Spot!

Li Chengyi had always kept in mind the language of that red flower deep in the mountains.

Reaching the side of the road, he took out his phone and opened the taxi app.

“Do you need a ride?” A white Kailai sedan slowly pulled out of the parking lot exit, the window rolled down, revealing Sima Gui’s languid face.

“Nah, you go ahead, Brother Gui,” Li Chengyi said with a smile, politely declining.

“I told you not to call me ‘Brother Turtle’!” exclaimed Sima Gui speechlessly, as he rolled up the window and sped away.

Li Chengyi chuckled, opened the ride-hailing app on his phone, entered the address, and was about to click to hail a ride.

Suddenly, a text message arrived on his phone.

Ding dong.

Li Chengyi casually opened it and glanced at the message.

“Li Chengyi, see the Wenxing Square on your right? We see you! We’re so close, come and join us for a meal.”

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Not far from the New Century Building, there’s a small family-style restaurant called Wenxing Square.

Chen Pi, Chen Yijun, leaned forward, waving at Li Chengyi from her seat by the window.

“It so happens that I’ve run into a buddy; he’s a great guy, and since you’re here too, Xing Tong, let’s all get to know each other and make a new friend.”

“Have I met him before? If he’s a complete stranger, isn’t that a bit awkward?” asked a girl with bare skin and a ponytail, sitting across from them, somewhat uneasy.

Dressed modestly in a simple white T-shirt with a cartoon bear on the chest, paired with white tight-fitting jeans, her whole outfit did not exceed one hundred yuan. Yet such a simple get-up exuded a fresh and vibrant youthful charm.

Her round, shapely legs and slim waist drew the focus of surrounding gazes.

Compared to her, Chen Pi, Chen Yijun, wore a purple thin sweater with a grey skirt and thick black tights, beautiful with a hint of curvaceous allure, giving off a more fashionable yet mature vibe.

Besides the two women, there was a third person, another young woman with long golden curls, heavy makeup, and a pink and black floral long dress, carrying a little black leather bag that could only fit a phone.

Her name was Xue Xue, and she was Chen Yijun’s classmate as well as a good friend.

The three of them were friends from their university dorm days, and even after Chen Yijun went abroad to study, she kept in touch with them.

“Getting back to our earlier conversation,” Chen Yijun said after sending the text to Li Chengyi, turning her attention back to Zhou Xingtong.

“How about this, since you can’t find a job right now and you’re not satisfied with just going back home, if you decide to come out again in the future, it will be truly difficult. Why not let me help you settle down here with a boyfriend?” Chen Pi proposed thoughtfully.

Zhou Xingtong came from a rural background; her family wasn’t the sort to get rich from land acquisitions, nor did they own farmland—they were simply common peasants.

Her parents toiled in the fields and occasionally took up odd jobs in nearby towns to make ends meet, managing with great difficulty to send her to university, only for her to graduate and find that the good days she had anticipated never came due to bad luck and the surge in unemployment.

The rampant growth of automation had replaced too many manual jobs.

Among the university graduates, those who could find work were mostly in sectors where machines couldn’t replace them.

The rest had to compete with machines on cost, to see who could be cheaper.

Sitting in her seat, Zhou Xingtong felt awkward.

She had not noticed it while at school, but now, she could clearly feel the immense, insurmountable gap between herself and Chen Yijun.

As the daughter of a university professor and a high-level executive of a listed company, Chen Yijun had far stronger familial connections and assets than she did, and the social circles she mingled in were beyond Zhou Xingtong’s reach. Thus, after graduation, Chen Pi quickly found a decent job. She even had the luxury to pick and choose, dismissing this and that.

But for Zhou Xingtong, the only thing she could rely on after graduation was herself. Without her parents’ help, she had to go from one job interview to another, from one assessment to the next, all on her own.

“I’ve looked into it for you, and finding someone with ideal conditions is probably not very likely. So here’s an idea—I have a senior, he’s smart, one of my dad’s students whom he used to think highly of. But later on, he became somewhat listless, and now he works for a private company, with a monthly salary of over ten to twenty thousand, which is not bad. You guys could meet when the time is right,” Chen Yijun said earnestly.

“Aren’t you just beating around the bush about Li Chengyi?” her friend Xue Xue chuckled, interjecting, “Didn’t you and he use to hang out quite a bit? Why don’t you give it a try?”

Chen Yijun smiled and said nothing.

As a friend, she could befriend anyone—it was her right to choose freely. But if it were a boyfriend, much less a marriage partner, some things don’t really need to be explicitly stated; it’s just too hurtful.

Whether or not it was suitable, everyone knew in their hearts.

Her and Li Chengyi’s social circles and levels were too different. Even if the two of them got along, her mother would never agree.

“Li Chengyi is really great. Once he comes in, you two talk and give it a try; if it works out, that’s fantastic, and if not, at least you’ve made another friend and another connection,” Chen Yijun said softly.

“It’s really not necessary…” Zhou Xingtong sighed, about to say more when the restaurant’s windbreak door automatically opened, and a well-proportioned man with a black shoulder cape walked in.

It was Li Chengyi, who had just finished work and left the office.

“Hey.”

He waved towards Chen Yijun’s group.

The changes in his vigor and spirit from regularly training in combat had, in just a few months, transformed him from a common liberal arts male student to a healthy man radiating a sunny energy.

What used to be an average physique had now become slightly more robust, with a sense of power in his movements absent before.