Chapter 64

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Sure enough, leaving Spicy Fragrance City without any hindrance was an almost impossible task.

Listening to the propeller sounds getting closer from behind, Moyou rolled down the car window, unbuckled his seatbelt, leaned out of the window, and looked at the sky behind them.

Under the bright moonlight, he could barely see an armed helicopter rapidly approaching their direction.

On the road further away, dozens of lights had turned on.

Those were car headlights, and a rough estimate suggested there were at least twenty cars.

However, compared to this considerable number of vehicles, the armed helicopter in the sky was the greatest threat.

"At this distance... it's already within range, right? Not attacking directly, they seem to prefer to control the situation first... This is good news; we need to deal with it before they show any intention to attack."

Moyou stared intently at the armed helicopter, his expression somewhat serious.

He wasn't arrogant enough to think that his "psychic defense" alone could withstand the attack of an armed helicopter.

Just the large-caliber machine gun alone could easily tear him and Sambica into pieces.

Flesh against bullets, hands against rocket launchers...

That was the domain of top-tier enhanced ability users.

In fact, even regular psychic ability users, when facing a 9mm pistol, might not come out unscathed even if they used "concentration" to defend precisely.

And more powerful firearms like rifles and submachine guns could pose a real threat to psychic ability users who didn't know "hardening" if they couldn't avoid them.

With Moyou's current level of psychic techniques, even a car explosion would be a challenge, let alone the machine guns on an armed helicopter.

"It's an armed helicopter, and at least twenty cars."

Moyou pulled back into the car and briefly informed them of the situation.

Bisiji, who was driving, realized the severity of the situation.

On such an open terrain, the taxi couldn't possibly evade the armed helicopter.

If they didn't do something, being caught and riddled with bullets by the armed helicopter would inevitably lead to the taxi exploding.

She, on the other hand, didn't have to worry about a threat to her life, but Moyou and Sambica in the car were different.

Just as Bisiji was pondering how to respond, Moyou's voice sounded in her ear.

"Bisiji, I'll drive."

"Hmm?"

Bisiji turned her head to look at Moyou, asked nothing, and very straightforwardly switched places with him.

Moyou steadily controlled the steering wheel, kept his eyes on the road ahead, and pressed the accelerator to the floor.

Bisiji, now in the passenger seat, leaned out of the window to observe the situation behind them.

The car convoy far behind could be ignored, but the armed helicopter was getting closer...

"Bisiji."

While driving, Moyou asked, "If I give you a 'small ball,' do you have the confidence to hit that armed helicopter?"

"Hard to say."

Bisiji pulled back into the car, her brows slightly furrowed.

Even in her girl form, it wouldn't be difficult for her to punch the armed helicopter to pieces.

But ensuring that a small ball "downs" an armed helicopter at least 800 meters away under these circumstances was a bit too much to ask.

Moyou calmly said, "Give it a try. You don't need to worry about the power; just get the 'ball' near the helicopter."

As he spoke, he used the "Soul Resonance" ability to shape a shadow infused with psychic energy into a black ball about the size of a tennis ball.

"Okay."

Bisiji didn't ask any more questions.

In this time-sensitive situation, she swiftly picked up the black ball formed by Moyou's shadow and leaned out of the window again, looking at the armed helicopter in the sky.

In this position, she didn't need to consider whether she could "down" it; just getting the black ball near it should be doable.

With this thought, Bisiji exerted her strength and forcefully threw the black ball.

Whoosh—

The black ball turned into a black shadow, flying through the air toward the armed helicopter.

The pilot of the armed helicopter had relatively good dynamic vision.

Seeing a black shadow fly toward him, even though he couldn't immediately identify what it was, he instinctively maneuvered the helicopter to the left.

His emergency maneuver successfully avoided the black ball that should have hit the front of the armed helicopter.

However—

The black ball transformed into a black cloth in the next moment!

"Cloth?!"

This was the pilot's last exclamation before his death.

And the black cloth, unfurled in the wind, became the last thing the pilot saw.

The black cloth, formed by the shadow, instantly entangled the armed helicopter, forcing it to crash to the ground in a rather brutal manner.

"Boom!"

The crashed armed helicopter exploded violently.

The deafening explosion and the towering flames illuminated the sky.

"Very good."

Seeing Moyou deal with the threat in this way, Bisiji silently praised him.

The car convoy following the armed helicopter also witnessed the rapid descent and explosion of the helicopter.

"What!?"

"It crashed..."

"What happened?!"

Inside the cars, the gang members were all shocked, completely unable to understand what had happened.

Moyou, who was driving, let out a suppressed scream due to the intense pain, and his body started to shake uncontrollably.

Affected by his condition, the taxi, which had been driving steadily on the road, began to sway from side to side.

"Little Kester?"

"Kester..."

Even without the obvious car movement, Bisiji and Sambica immediately noticed Moyou's abnormal state.

His reaction was as if his body was enduring some intense pain.

"Is it a limitation of the ability...?"

The experienced Bisiji quickly understood what was happening.

Moyou, in pain and sweating profusely, didn't answer Bisiji's question but managed to straighten the car.

But Bisiji didn't need Moyou to answer; she could make the correct judgment based on this phenomenon.

This form of oath...

It seems Little Kester's psychic ability isn't that simple.

"Let's switch back."

Bisiji suppressed her surprise and suggested.

"Okay."

Moyou agreed.

Then the two switched places again.

The taxi fell silent.

Bisiji focused on driving, while Sambica in the back seat observed Moyou with a curious gaze.

"Phew..."

Moyou leaned back in his seat and let out a sigh.

Pain tolerance training...

It's a long and arduous journey.

I wonder how long it will take to reach Killua's level.

One of the most memorable scenes in Moyou's memory was Killua falling asleep unaffected by Illumi's full-force whipping.

This ability, cultivated solely through willpower, clearly brought extreme "stability" to psychic ability users.

Whether it was maintaining psychic abilities or psychic techniques...

To reach that level faster, Moyou was willing to experience the pain of death.