章 92: Assassination Part 5

Zhang Jue's analysis was good. Smollett was indeed bluffing. He couldn't control Zhang Jue at all. Even he couldn't figure out why this was happening. With his strength, he could make an ordinary person commit suicide with just a thought at such a close distance. This was not the case for Zhang Jue.

To reality benders, the so-called "reality" is like a piece of clay that they can pinch and change the shape of "reality" as they wish. No matter how hard Smollett tried, he could not exert any influence on him. He could only use external objects to kill Zhang Jue.

Figuring this out, Zhang Jue put away his long sword. He rubbed his wrists and turned his ankles, doing the eighth set of radio gymnastics.

Seeing Zhang Jue's mischievous smile, Smollett instinctively felt a hint of fear as he took a half step back and asked, "What do you want?"

"What do I want?" Zhang Jue smiled heatedly, "Of course it's you."

Before he made a word, Zhang Jue disappeared from his spot. Smollett froze. In the next second, a casserole-sized fist appeared in front of him.

Pow! That was the sound of a fist hitting the bridge of his nose. This time, Zhang Jue did not use a weapon but went straight to his fists and feet.

His idea was simple if you could change the state and position of an object. Let's see how you can still change the reality of getting punched. And it was proven that Zhang Jue's tactic worked.

Smollett had not expected that Zhang Jue would analyze his weakness in such a short time and decisively abandon the use of weapons in favor of this simplest and most effective method. It was the first time Smollett had been injured since his ability to bend reality.

But soon, he had a second and third experience. Because of the special nature of the ability, Smollett usually won by a great amount when fighting. Therefore, he had never practiced confrontation, and his resistance to blows was basically zero. Zhang Jue's fist, on the other hand, had been trained for a long time and had beaten up many dudes. It was so powerful that Smollett could not withstand it.

After one punch, his defenses were already broken, and the intense pain of a broken nose immediately took away his ability to think. Zhang Jue took advantage of the situation and smashed his fists like rain on Smollett's face and head. The man who was still playing handsome was beaten to a pulp.

Zhang Jue's fists kept up, attempting to use the advantage of speed to suppress Smollett's ability to bend reality around as long as he continued to interrupt his mind. Zhang Jue saw his chance and leaped behind Smollett in the small space of the cabin. He pressed one hand on Smollett's chin and one hand on the top of his head, then quickly turned ninety degrees to the right. With a click, Smollett's neck broke with a sound.

"Whew..." Crisis lifted, Zhang Jue breathed a long sigh of relief. However, before he could relax, Smollett's voice could be heard again.

"Still. It's too slow!"

Smollett almost roared out. His face had twisted and out of its shape but did not use his ability to bend back to its original form. His eyes were red, and he was looking at Zhang Jue viciously. It was evident that Smollett had become furious to the fullest. Ever since he had mastered the ability to bend reality, no one had been able to harm him, ever. Zhang Jue had broken that record.

"Die, you Zhang Jue!" Smollett let out a loud shout and continued to transform reality in his consciousness.

The first thing he did was create a suit of armor for himself to ensure that his mind would not be interrupted by Zhang Jue.

"Done."

Zhang Jue rubbed his sore fist and felt helpless. He hadn't even managed to kill him like this. His luck was really bad to the extreme.

It was like a turn-based game, now it was someone else's turn to counterattack, but hopefully, he would live to see another round. Inside the cabin, the lights went out, and Zhang Jue quickly found a corner to hide in. But the imagined gunfire had not come, and presumably, Smollett had given up on the idea of letting those passengers kill him. To Zhang Jue, this was very bad news; it meant that Smollett had other ways to kill him.

Zhang Jue felt the air slowly becoming heavy as if he was riding not a plane but a submarine that was leaking. Soon, Zhang Jue found that his breathing was becoming somewhat difficult. He guessed what Smollett was trying to do. This blondie wanted to drown him.

This was an indiscriminate attack. If the other party turned all the air in the cabin into water, not only him but all the passengers and crew would not survive. It looked like Smollett was really pissed off by him.

Facing an angry reality bender, even Zhang Jue didn't have a good solution. But he still had a killer move. The one that The Kind Old Man (SCP-106) had given him - the Reality Anchor.

Just by hearing the name, one could tell that this thing was absolutely inseparable from this reality bender. I don't know what SCP-106 had done with it. In the end, At this 10,000-mile altitude, Zhang Jue could only rely on it to save his life if any of his skills were useless.

Zhang Jue summoned the Dragon Crystal in his left hand and held the Reality Anchor in his right hand, struggling against Smollett's power. The two opposed reality-bending powers collided together and instantly emitted a dazzling light.

The entire plane was like a laboratory flying through the air, with the reality inside constantly being negated, reorganized, and then negated again. Zhang Jue's willpower was strong, but Smollett was enraged by Zhang Jue, and his mental strength wasn't bad either. Neither of them could give up because giving up would mean defeat, and it would also mean death.

But the reality is fragile. As the two kept exchanging blows, cracks were already appearing in the airliner's fuselage, and if both sides didn't stop, everyone would become a firework 10,000 meters in the air with the plane's explosion. It was in the nick of time.

Zhang Jue suddenly heard that someone sighed softly. "My, my" The voice was filled with helplessness.

"You people, you just never let people live in peace."

A young woman's voice came out, but her tone was old-fashioned. The pregnant woman that Zhang Jue had given up her seat had appeared between the two at some point. She was surprisingly not under Smollett's control.

The pregnant woman took off her hat and slowly looked up, and Zhang Jue recognized her at once. That was not the pregnant woman, and it was the little girl who had eaten his pasta in the restaurant.

The passenger cabin lights were flickering under the reality-bending effect of both sides, and those seats were constantly distorted. Only around the little girl, the reality was stable. This made Zhang Jue feel very strange. The little girl took her fake pregnant belly out, and hidden inside the package was a small safe made of metal.

She opened the safe, and inside lay a strangely shaped stick-like object, very similar to the reality Anchor Zhang Jue was holding. The only difference was that the tip of the Reality Anchor was in the shape of a needle, while the object in the young girl's hand had a barbed hook at the end.

If I had to say what that shape resembled, it was like an anchor used on a ship. Without her introduction, both Smollett and Zhang Jue realized what it was. The famous Scranton Reality Stabilization Anchor!