I can rewind time to prevent death-Chapter 375 - 297: Spirit (Conclusion) (Asking for subscriptions, monthly passes, recommendations)_2

Chapter 375 -297: Spirit (Conclusion) (Asking for subscriptions, monthly passes, recommendations)_2

The Hidden Buckle fell, and these items were also unusable under the cover of the metal sphere. The man in the trench coat took a few steps forward and kicked the table that lay on its side on the floor facing him, splitting it into pieces.

Zhang Xiaomo’s strategy was defensive attack, and after the table shattered, she slashed down with her knife.

Zhang Di also struck at the same moment toward the underling in the tracksuit with his stick. He had a sofa to block him, which was a better situation, but after Zhang Xiaomo’s table had been kicked away, she had no cover left.

The man in the trench coat punched out, hitting Zhang Xiaomo right in the wrist, and the magnetic knife dropped to the ground.

The trench coat man’s punch was as fast as lightning, leaving Zhang Xiaomo almost no chance to react, as he threw a straight punch at her face.

Zhang Xiaomo quickly stepped back, but it was still a step too late.

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Just as her nose was about to be hit by the punch, a mallet suddenly descended in mid-air, striking squarely on the man’s fist and completely cutting him off.

Yan Junze charged forward, swinging another mallet blow toward his forehead.

Now that all strangenesses were ineffective, they could only rely on brute force to contend with the opponent, and to Yan Junze, that black metal sphere was simply a godsend.

If thrown into a place affected by strangenesses, it could disturb the strange magnetic field and instantly bring about a peaceful golden age.

But then he thought, if it had such a powerful function, wouldn’t the other Exorcist organizations of Great Capital have already cleared their respective areas of strangeness cleanly? Why then would they come here and vie with Huaying’s Exorcist team for a single Spirit?

Perhaps the technology using this metal sphere wasn’t quite mature, and Yan Junze’s mind was racing. As for whether using the sphere would have any side effects on those present, that was unknown.

It isn’t going to sterilize us, is it!

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The thought had just crossed his mind when his mallet had already hit the trench coat man, but it hit his fist, not his head.

The man’s fist collided with the mallet, making a crisp clashing sound, but there was no sound of bones breaking. His fist was like iron.

You should know that Yan Junze’s mallet had been modified, with alloy incorporated into the metal, greatly enhancing its hardness. Although it wasn’t the strongest, the fact that this guy dared to meet a mallet with his bare fist was a testament to his toughness.

At this moment, Yan Junze didn’t care about such things. Since your fist is so tough, let’s try hitting it again. After all, it’s not his own fist that’s doing the hitting.

He swung his mallet repeatedly, without any particular technique—just using strength wherever it felt right, striking wherever felt comfortable.

But just after a few swings, he received a fierce kick in the stomach, which sent Yan Junze flying backward, his face turning bright red as he curled up on the ground, unable to catch his breath for quite some time.

Seeing that things were going south, Zhao Qi hurried to Yan Junze’s side and squatted down. Before he could even ask, Zhang Xiaomo screamed as she was punched in the shoulder by the man in the trench coat and fell to the ground.

“Go to hell, you bastard!”

Zhang Di roared and tried to extricate himself from the fight with the tracksuit man to help, but the man in the trench coat took the opportunity to land a swinging punch directly on his face, slapping him to the ground with a swollen cheek, knocking him unconscious.

The trench coat man stepped toward Zhao Qi, grabbed his collar, and hoisted him up from where he knelt by Yan Junze, then turned to his subordinate and ordered, “Open the case and be quick about it.”

The subordinate nodded, placed the metal case on the sofa, manipulated the combination lock, and soon the case clicked, its lid popping slightly open.

The subordinate opened the metal case lid completely, revealing a grey-black helmet. This helmet seemed rather unsightly, with some circuitry exposed on its surface, and inside, there were flashing lights in a pattern of two short, one long—seemingly a particular sequence.

At this point, Yan Junze and the others were all lying on the ground, unable to see what was inside the case. Yan Junze’s stomach hurt terribly, as if his intestines had been kicked apart, and he couldn’t stand up at all.

He still had the Energy Rewind in his Spacetime Atlas, but he wasn’t planning to activate it. Despite being injured, he was still observing his surroundings. Although Zhang Xiaomo and Zhang Di were down, they seemed to be only injured, not critically.

If he used Rewind, the outcome might be similar, or perhaps even worse.

Yan Junze could accept the current situation, and he needed to wait rather than constantly Rewind and suffer over and over in situations that weren’t too bad.

At the moment the tracksuit subordinate took out the helmet, it seemed that he understood, and his gaze, along with Zhang Xiaomo’s, was fixed on that helmet.

The trench coat man took the helmet, moved it toward Zhao Qi’s head, and without caring whether it fit, he pressed it down hard on Zhao Qi’s head. Fearing it wasn’t secure enough, he also gave a firm pat on the top of the helmet.

Zhao Qi was completely disoriented and unable to resist.

“Kill these damn bastards and get the Turner Sphere back!”

The man in the trench coat said something to his subordinate in USA language, and walked out of the house carrying Zhao Qi, who was already wearing a helmet.

At the doorway, the man in the tracksuit who was following him squatted next to the unconscious Zhang Di, pulled a metal wire from his watch, and wrapped it around Zhang Di’s neck.

Just like Zhang Xiaomo and the others, aside from weapons used against strangenesses, they didn’t have more efficient weapons for killing, and the method of strangulation was the cheapest and least bloody.

Seeing this scene, Yan Junze knew he had to Rewind or, given Zhang Di’s current condition, he would be completely done in at most ten seconds.

Now he felt numbness in both of his hands again, as well as a momentary state of being insubstantial.

As the man in the tracksuit applied pressure, Yan Junze was about to Rewind when suddenly, there was a thud from outside the hallway, as if something had fiercely hit the ground, causing light shaking in the room as well.

Then everyone saw the man in the trench coat, who had already made it outside to the corridor, looking surprised as he dragged Zhao Qi backward step by step, retreating back to the doorway and into the room.

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About a meter in front of him stood Xiang Er, staring at him unblinkingly with a grim expression.

After entering the room, Xiang Er turned around and suddenly exclaimed, “Junze, are you all right?”

Enduring the pain, Yan Junze replied in a hoarse voice, “No time to talk, save the one with the helmet, then kill that foreigner and the one in the tracksuit.”

Upon hearing this, the man in the trench coat finally realized that this terrifying woman was Yan Junze’s backup. The reason he had retreated was that this woman had leapt from the first floor to the second directly in front of him, blocking his way.

From that display alone, the trench coat man knew this woman was the difficult type to deal with.

After receiving Yan Junze’s command, Xiang Er immediately used her strangeness powers and the inherent strength of her body to prepare to attack the man in the trench coat, but the next second, her body trembled and she couldn’t help but fall to her knees.

Yan Junze immediately said, “There’s interference in the room, just control this body, don’t use your own power.”

Xiang Er, coming to her senses, looked up, only to find the trench coat man had already dropped Zhao Qi, freeing up his hands to punch her in the head.

This man’s punch was so powerful that it could knock Zhang Di unconscious. If it hit Xiang Er’s head and she was a normal person, it could subdue her in one blow.

A second later, Xiang Er raised her hand and firmly caught the trench coat man’s fist.

The trench coat man’s body shook as an intense pain shot up from his fingers. The woman had not only grabbed his fist but had also directly dislocated his knuckles.

In that moment, the bones in his right hand were almost all broken.

Maintaining her half-kneeling position, Xiang Er grabbed the man’s hand and slowly stood up, snapping his muscular arm with a crackle. The man in the trench coat groaned quietly, managing not to cry out.

Seeing that things were going badly, the tracksuit subordinate gave up on strangling Zhang Di, stood up to flee, but was kicked in the waist by Xiang Er, projected against the wall, and fell to the ground, limp as a pile of mush.

“Xiang Er, break this guy’s limbs and tie him up,” Yan Junze said, managing to stand up in pain, taking deep breaths, and sitting on the bed to command.

Zhang Xiaomo was sitting on the sofa nearby, clutching her shoulder, her face covered in sweat.

The sounds of bones breaking intermittently reached everyone’s ears, but the trench coat man only muffled his groans, not letting out any screams of agony.

Yan Junze called out to Zhao Qi several times and found him motionless, but his eyes were open, looking cloudy, as if his thoughts were a mess.

Upon inspecting the helmet on Zhao’s head, it seemed to have taken effect, preventing Zhao Qi from thinking normally.

This meant that Zhao Qi would not be able to perform Imaginative Manifestation anymore.

At this thought, Yan Junze and Zhang Xiaomo exchanged looks and turned their attention to the grey helmet.

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