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Cynthia’s abnormal behavior, of course, couldn’t have been due to a split attack or an uncontrollable arrogance.
As an upgraded finishing move, Fu Qian’s Visceral Critical Strike now not only packs a terrifying punch, but most importantly, it damages all conceptual categories related to the target.
It’s truly as if he’s reaching into the soul.
And this was exactly why Fu Qian chose to use it as a finisher.
“You’ve really gone mad!”
Looking at Gaya’s corpse on the ground, Cynthia’s voice was sharp with tension and fear.
“Does this have any meaning for you? With such reckless behavior, even if you were promoted to a doctor, you would absolutely not be exempted by the company.”
Promoted to a doctor? Exemption?
Cynthia’s words gave Fu Qian a momentary pause before he realized what she meant.
Although he hadn’t spent much effort understanding Yasui Corp, he had heard some things about it.
Compared to other large conglomerates, this institution did have some unique differences.
The most obvious of which was its extremely strict hierarchy, solely determined by one’s Supernatural Tier, unaffected by any other factors.
Moreover, each tier had its own titles, and the one corresponding to “doctor” should be part of the Middle Tier.
Now that he thought about it, he had heard others address Cynthia as such more than once before, but his usual thinking habits led him to take it for granted and not consider this aspect.
Indeed, cognitive stereotypes are to be avoided.
Nevertheless, these were but minor digressions; Cynthia’s threats were truly weak and powerless against Fu Qian.
Let’s not even mention that I have no career plan at Yasui Corp, even if I had, the exemption rights of a doctor aren’t enough–why not aim for an even higher phase!
It was also apparent that given Cynthia’s excessive shock, she had yet to realize the problem within herself.
“Don’t panic, how are you feeling?”
Fu Qian glanced at Gaya’s watch, with only half a minute left until eight o’clock, and took the initiative to remind her.
How are you feeling…
Of course, Cynthia wouldn’t think that Fu Qian was genuinely concerned about her, but at his reminder, she immediately became aware of something wrong with herself.
“What’s going on?”
A sense of inexplicable weakness made her voice sound full of doubt about life.
Clearly, this development was beyond her understanding.
She really doesn’t seem to be aware!
Taking in Cynthia’s reaction, Fu Qian silently noted to himself.
Firstly, the fact that Cynthia was hurt together with Gaya under the Visceral Critical Strike proved one thing–there was a conceptual link between her and Gaya.
Although he didn’t know how it was achieved, that was essentially the only explanation.
And this was also the reason the mission wasn’t completed–Gaya was likely more than one individual.
The one I just killed was indeed Gaya in the sociological sense.
This could also explain why he really didn’t seem like a double.
So theoretically, I had already found the genuine target and completed the mission last time.
The reason the mission wasn’t completed is because Gaya’s existence was conceptually blurred at the final judgment.
What an eye-opening experience!
The entity behind the Dimming Pony seems to be playing an interesting game.
Indeed, in Fu Qian’s judgment, this situation probably isn’t within Gaya’s personal capabilities, but is more likely orchestrated by the entity behind the oath.
After all, the hard truth is before us–Gaya was nothing more than a Middle-Tier player, till death.
If one had the ability to make such arrangements, wouldn’t it be straightforward to simply level up first?
“We’re running out of time.”
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At this moment, before Cynthia could finish reflecting on her life, Fu Qian’s figure had already appeared before her.
And by the time she noticed this, her body was already soaring into the air.
Fu Qian did not kill Cynthia; instead, he picked her up and threw her towards the Dimming Pony standing there.
In an instant, crossing half the room, Cynthia’s head was about to make intimate contact with the horse’s head.
Ah, the legendary moment to protect the major and save the minor had arrived.
Cynthia and the Dimming Pony, which one would be smashed to pieces?
As the perpetrator, Fu Qian watched with great interest.
The next moment a dull thud sounded; the massive Dimming Pony was directly deformed by the impact and toppled over to one side.
Compared to the imagined prestige, it didn’t display the expected strength at all.
As for Cynthia, she rolled on the ground several times and eventually hit the wall on one side. However, with the cushioning, she didn’t seem to have suffered much damage.
Hmph, so it really was about saving the minor, huh? Dramas have not deceived me!
Fu Qian looked on with scorn, filled with righteous indignation.
Meanwhile, his right arm swelled into a spear, thrusting at Cynthia’s head.
This finishing move was not only visually fierce and brutal, but also far surpassed the speed and strength he had displayed in dealing with Gaya.
Given Cynthia’s abilities, it could be said that she had a 99.99% chance of not avoiding it.
The next moment, Fu Qian saw that 0.01%.
Cynthia, who was initially battered from the fall, whether she suffered internal injuries or not, suddenly convulsed, and a mouthful of blood sprayed, staining half the wall red.
It looked miserable, but this movement also caused her head to deviate slightly from its original position.
In the end, Fu Qian’s attack brushed past her head, leaving a deep wound that revealed the bone.
However, regardless, she survived that strike.
What a lucky girl, everything appeared so natural, as if it was all achieved by maxing out luck.
Fu Qian mused to himself and did not deliver a second strike, but snapped his fingers, using Transcendence instead.
He had already obtained what he came for, and there were only a few seconds left.
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“How do you feel?”
When the bespectacled doctor appeared before him again, Fu Qian’s perspective on everything had undergone a major shift.
Was it really the worst scenario beyond imagination?
Looking at the simplistic and professional research institute, Fu Qian felt sentimental.
His last throw seemed to be an attempt to find out whether Cynthia’s head or the horse’s head was harder, but previous experiences had already told him that such symbolically significant beings do not fear being damaged.
Therefore, the Dimming Pony’s fall and damage was entirely within Fu Qian’s expectations.
As for Cynthia, the reason for that last finishing blow was to create a scene of despair.
From beginning to end, Cynthia appeared to be the most normal one, yet under his own gut-wrenching move, she suffered a mysterious collateral damage.
What Fu Qian wanted to bet on was that if his guess was correct, and Cynthia really did have a connection with the oath, just hidden very deeply,
Then, after witnessing his Visceral Critical Strike, the entity behind the oath would likely not dare to gamble and let her tough out a splitting attack, thereby choosing to save Cynthia.
Indeed, Cynthia, in despair, had once again luckily dodged death.
Of course, the process looked completely reasonable, without a single flaw to pick on.
But the fact that she survived his finishing blow itself was the greatest irregularity.
Cynthia was indeed not normal!
“Not so good.”
The next moment, facing the doctor’s inquiries, Fu Qian shook his head, opting for the answer he had given the first time.