Disciplining the Team Members

Liu Zhengyu cursed, "Motherfucker!" and lashed out with a flying kick toward Liu Lang.

Liu Lang effortlessly dodged it, then struck Liu Zhengyu's abdomen with a punch of incomprehensible speed and force.

Liu Zhengyu collapsed to the ground, clutching his stomach with both hands, arching his body like a boiled shrimp.

"Don't waste time. Let's just capture the target and get it over with; I'm in a rush to get off work." Liu Lang shook his head with an expression of utter disbelief.

Liu Zhengyu struggled to his feet. "Damn it, I heard you're just a high school graduate who got lucky and made a wish to gain supernatural powers... Yet just because of that, you can ride roughshod over me? Do you have any idea how hard I've worked..."

Liu Lang was somewhat surprised that he could stand back up, but he said indifferently, "As the squad leader, I have absolute veto power over your evaluation, understand? Stop annoying me."

Seemingly bursting with hidden potential, Liu Zhengyu leaped into the air, striking an archaic boxing stance. He refused to accept this!

Anyone capable of becoming a supreme soldier possessed abilities far surpassing ordinary people.

In the military, Liu Zhengyu had pushed past his limits time and again, erupting with even greater strength precisely when perseverance seemed impossible.

"That momentum has some substance to it. If given the cultivation methods, he might be able to break through on his own. No wonder he's so arrogant. But what does that have to do with me? Once we finish the capture, I'm taking Fei'er to the movies."

Liu Zhengyu's punch seemed to lock onto Liu Lang, leaving no room for escape. It was a profound and mysterious martial art.

A direct hit would spell certain death. Liu Zhengyu had used this exact technique once before when assisting in the pursuit of drug traffickers, and those who fell victim to it died in agonizing pain.

Over the past few days, Liu Lang had also studied some combat techniques, integrating the Samsara Heaven-Earth Ultimate Art into them. He even viewed these moves through the supreme perspective of the Heavenly Blade, granting him unique insights and extraordinary might.

"Military Boxing, Second Form: Leg-Trip and Elbow-Press!"

He called out the name of the technique, shattering Liu Zhengyu's boxing stance with a single elbow strike.

"Military Boxing, Staggered Side Kick!"

Though it was a leg technique, Liu Lang executed it with a smoothness and natural fluidity reminiscent of blade play, sending Liu Zhengyu flying with a kick.

"So you're the elite soldier, eh? Stop wasting time." Liu Lang flicked his figure, closing in on Liu Zhengyu like a ghost, a piercing chill in his eyes. "Do you really think I wouldn't dare to touch you?"

As he spoke, the aura of his supernatural powers flickered around him, making him look like a ferocious beast poised to devour someone.

Yet Liu Zhengyu did not back down in the slightest. The muscles on his face trembled slightly with anger as he gritted his teeth and roared, "If you've got the guts, take me down today! Don't think having supernatural powers gives you the right to trample on other people's dignity!"

With that, he violently stamped his feet, shooting toward Liu Lang like an arrow released from a string. The opening posture of his archaic boxing style whistled through the air as he threw a punch straight at Liu Lang's chest.

Liu Lang let out a cold snort, sidestepping the fierce blow while simultaneously driving his right elbow backward like lightning to strike straight at Liu Zhengyu's abdomen.

Suppressing his cultivation power, Liu Lang engaged him purely with physical strength and his comprehension of combat techniques.

Liu Zhengyu had anticipated this; drawing in his abdomen and shifting to the side, he used his left arm to parry and neutralize the strike.

The two instantly locked into a chaotic brawl. Fists and feet collided, every impact producing a dull thud, and the surrounding air seemed to grow stiflingly hot, churned up by the fierce combat.

Liu Zhengyu executed his set of boxing forms with ferocious vigor, displaying all the practical combat skills honed through years in the military. Spotting a momentary lapse in Liu Lang's defense, he delivered a flying kick toward Liu Lang's temple.

Liu Lang's gaze sharpened. His body dropped at an incredible speed, evading the lethal kick, and immediately followed up with a flurry of continuous kicks like two battle-axes, sweeping toward Liu Zhengyu's lower stance with roaring force.

Forced to retreat repeatedly, Liu Zhengyu stumbled and almost fell.

Stabilizing his posture, the lingering resentment in his heart grew even more intense. "Why? Why are you always holding me down?!"

Taking advantage of the brief lull, Liu Lang said coldly, "This is the gap in our strength. If you aren't convinced, there's nothing that can be done about it."

The two exchanged blows back and forth, neither willing to yield.

Blood leaked from the corner of Liu Zhengyu's mouth, but his gaze remained fierce.

Liu Lang remained immaculate, save for a few droplets of sweat.

At that moment, Li Yuanjian, who had been watching from the sidelines for some time, broke the tense standoff. "If you two don't go execute the mission now, the suspect might catch wind of it and flee."

"Fei'er," Liu Lang called out.

A swarm of bats, appearing from nowhere, enveloped him and carried him up into the sky.

Xu Xinnian and Bu Suqiu hurried out. Having already reviewed the files, they climbed into a vehicle and drove toward their destination.

Liu Zhengyu stood frozen in place for a moment before realizing he had fallen behind.

In a certain apartment.

Li Shuwen sat in front of his computer searching for information. "Since the Spirit Realm is composed of one movie, TV show, or another, watching a vast number of films and familiarizing myself with the plots will give me a huge advantage."

A month ago, he had accidentally entered the Spirit Realm, winding up in the same realm as Zhong Qingqing—the world of Inuyasha.

However, unlike Zhong Qingqing, his performance had been mediocre, failing to earn the recognition of indigenous characters like Kikyo, and thus he gained nothing extra.

"Why is the group chat so quiet? Usually, everyone is either bragging or sharing information. How strange!" The partners who had entered the same Spirit Realm had created a group chat after returning.

"The chat is so quiet today. I'm not used to it at all." He typed out a few words, though he didn't dwell on it and continued watching short video summaries of movies.

Suddenly, the doorbell of the apartment rang urgently, shattering the indoor peace.

Li Shuwen's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition surged within him.

He slowly stood up, walked on tiptoe toward the door, and peeked through the peephole. Standing outside was a bespectacled stranger whose posture and gaze exuded an unquestionable authority. At a single glance, anyone could tell he must have been a homeroom teacher for at least ten years.

Li Shuwen's heart rate spiked instantly, and fine beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.

Although he had not yet awakened supernatural powers, in the Spirit Realm, Kikyo had bestowed a blessing upon him—a blessing that allowed him to sense the arrival of danger in advance.

Panicking, he spun around, scanning his surroundings as his brain raced to find a way to escape.

The only exit to the apartment was blocked, and beneath the window lay a bustling street; jumping out the window was clearly far too dangerous and prone to exposure.

Just then, his phone screen lit up with an anonymous message in the group chat: "Run! For some reason, the official authorities have targeted those of us who entered the Spirit Realm. Several people have already been captured, and their fates are unknown!"

Seeing this message, Li Shuwen's hands trembled uncontrollably. He knew deeply that he had fallen into grave peril.

The doorbell rang frantically once more, accompanied by a few low, powerful shouts: "Open the door! We know you're inside. Cooperate with the investigation!"

Gritting his teeth, Li Shuwen dashed into the bedroom, dragged out a long-dusty backpack from under the bed, and frantically shoved emergency supplies from the desk inside—including his notebook recording everything he had seen and heard in the Spirit Realm, which might be the key to his future comeback.

Taking a deep breath to force a facade of calm, he shouted toward the door, "Hold on a second, I'm changing clothes."

With that, he hunched over and sprinted toward the balcony, his gaze eagerly searching for any possible chance of survival.

His eyes swept over an old rope tucked in the corner of the balcony, left behind by the previous landlord for drying laundry. Though it looked somewhat flimsy, at this moment it was his only hope.

Without a second thought, Li Shuwen tied one end of the rope tightly to the balcony railing, grabbed the other end with both hands, glanced down at the street below, hardened his heart, and began climbing down the rope.

The rough rope scraped his hands raw with pain, and sweat blurred his vision, but the primal urge to survive drove him to ignore it all.

Just as he was about to reach the ground, a commotion erupted from above—doubtless those people realizing he had escaped and storming into the apartment.

Upon hitting the ground, Li Shuwen ignored the strange stares of passersby and bolted into a densely populated alley. The sound of pursuing footsteps seemed to faintly echo behind him as he fled desperately through the corners of the city, trying to shake off the impending capture.