The Urban Dao Child. Chapter 287
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Yang Dao flew up from the terrace after taking down the two sentries. This image was displayed inside the headquarters via satellite broadcast. Tiberius was surprised by the speed of Yang Dao's attack. He sighed and said as he leaned back on the chair, "This kid, I am afraid that he has already surpassed me."
Lieutenant General Atkins beside him had a pale face, as he said, "This kid used the wind to penetrate and explode, and the second one was taken down directly with his strength. I understand that the scouting hyper humans are weaker and have a low defense rate but one blow kill was too much. How did he do that?"
Tiberius sighed and said, "Source energy augmentation on the body."
Atkins said, "I know that but so much strength output is not the result of the augmentation." suddenly something clicked to him, "until... he can channel the source energy through every single cell in the body."
Tiberius nodded and said, "Laohu Bai has taught this to every person but only a few can achieve such devastating power."
Atkins sighed and mumbled under his breath, "Monsters."
Tiberius gazed at the screen and said, 'Do not have any ideas about these people. Behind them is Ryu Jinshi. The dragon of Northern front. You very well know what happened to the guy who tried to stand against him."
Ryu Jinshi was the guy everyone feared inside the army. None of the military-dressed people knew his name. Tiberius warned Atkins to not even think about how he could have laohu Bai or Yang Dao under his division of full-time soldiers.
Atkins sighed and strangled the idea in his mind before it could even see the light of day.
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Carole moved her gun and aimed for the two people fighting on the ground. She wanted to take a shot at the hyper-human restrained by Tony. However, not only did she not get a proper shot but Tony was also on the verge of giving in. She had just informed Yang Dao about the situation and the boy had left his spot to come over.
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Yang Dao gazed down on the ground and descended to the place where Tony and the hyper-human were fighting. He was about to land behind the hyper-human when he knocked an arrow on his bow. The next moment the hyper-human tried to shake him off with a backhand punch. However, the Dao Child bends the air and with his head focused on the hyper-human, the whole body floated into an arc.
The punch was avoided and the arrow left the bow. Since the vital organs of the hyper-human were all covered with carbonium webbing, the arrow was aimed at the place where there were very low chances of any protection, the ligaments. If they had added any protective material over the ligament then despite being strong the body will not be able to generate such strength.
The arrow pierced and cut down the anterior cruciate ligament of the right knee. This tiny muscle was a very important part of human anatomy and without it, your movements were drastically limited. Even if the guy was a hyper-human and had good healing capabilities, he cannot deny the limits of the human body.
The ligament had no blood flow inside it so it cannot be healed again. Yang Dao was aware of this and said, "Tony, bash him up."
Tony has been on the backfoot far too long. He had tolerated at least seventy blows on his forearms, thankfully he has diamond arms. Whenever he used this skill his arms became as hard as diamond.
Hearing Yang Dao's word, Tony attacked with full strength. His punch was just launched when the hyper-human punched out too. Thanks to Yang Dao who shot an arrow on the shoulder joints of the opponent. After Yang Dao destroyed the ligament in his shoulder, the hyper-human fist lost its original power.
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The hyper-human was like a killing machine and he immediately shifted his weight on the injured foot, while kicked Tony, who has punched him in the guts with his left leg, however, another ray of azure flashed and Yang Dao had made both the legs worthless. The next moment, Tony burst out in energy and his fists rained down on the face of the hyper-human.
Yang Dao also swung his bow to the Hyper human's head and made it splatter across the ground. Tony stood on the side panting and said, "Dao, good assist." and he fainted. Tony was exhausted after facing such a strong enemy. His strength was one whole level down in comparison to the enemy.
This one level may sound like it is a negligible gap between two things but the difference in strength was akin to a mountain. Without patience and preservance, climbing at the top of the mountain was a joke.
Yang Dao did not have the time to mingle and said, "Target down, Carole you have the charge. I am going after the three runaways."
With that said the boy vanished from his spot like a wisp of mist under the sun. Whenhe next appeared it was near his bike. After he sat down on the bike, he vanished from the place like a mirage. The bike roared on the road as it chased on the path specified by RALF.
RALF had never let go of the tracking task setup by Yang Dao. The effects of having an AI to serve you was ultimate bliss. That being said, Yang Dao himself was no less shocking. He killed three hyper humans, and was still a child.
The bike howled and manuevared between the traffic like a needle sewing thread. The target were three people all running separately but after fifteen minutes they will converge the routes and meet at the private airport in the region. Yang Dao suddenly felt he was rushing things and slowed down on the chase.
Time wass a powerful thing. If you use it as tool, then you can have unlimited leverage but if you let the tool take command, the you become taken over by it, leaving you become dust. So Yang Dao slowed down.
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