Chapter 92
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Zhang Jue's analysis was correct. Smollett was indeed bluffing. He could not control Zhang Jue at all. Even he himself did not know why this was the case. With his strength, at such a close distance, he only needed a thought to make an ordinary person commit suicide.
However, he could not do that to Zhang Jue.
To a reality distorter, "reality" was like a piece of mud. They could manipulate and change the shape of "reality" as they wished.
Zhang Jue was like a rock mixed in the mud. No matter how hard Smollett tried, he could not affect him at all. Therefore, he could only use external objects to kill Zhang Jue.
After figuring this out, Zhang Jue put away his katana. He rubbed his wrists and rotated his ankles. He almost did the eighth set of radio calisthenics.
Seeing Zhang Jue's evil smile, Smollett instinctively felt a trace of fear. He took half a step back and asked, "What do you want?"
"What do I want?" Zhang Jue laughed, "You."
Before the word "Ah" could finish, Zhang Jue disappeared from the spot.
Smollett was stunned.
In the next second, a fist the size of a clay pot appeared in front of him.
"Bang!"
It was the sound of a fist hitting the bridge of his nose.
This time, Zhang Jue did not use a weapon. Instead, he used his fists and legs.
His idea was simple. Since you can change the state and position of objects, let's see how you can change the reality of being beaten up without using a weapon!
Zhang Jue's tactic worked.
Smolit had never imagined that Zhang Jue would be able to figure out his weakness in such a short period of time and decisively give up on using weapons. Instead, he resorted to the simplest and most effective method.
Ever since Smollett awakened his ability to distort reality, this was the first time he was injured.
But soon, he experienced it a second and third time.
Due to the uniqueness of his ability, Smollett usually won in a crushing manner.
Because he had never practiced fighting, his ability to resist was basically zero.
On the other hand, Zhang Jue's fists had been trained for a long time. Who knew how many hedonistic sons of rich parents he had beaten up? How could Smollett possibly withstand it?
After one punch, his defense was broken, and the intense pain from his broken nose made him lose the ability to think.
Zhang Jue pressed on, his fists raining down on Smollett's face and head.
Originally, he was still acting cool, but now, he was beaten into a pig's head, as if he had been kicked beyond recognition.
Zhang Jue's punches did not stop. He was trying to use his advantage in speed to suppress Smollett's ability. As long as he kept interrupting his thoughts, he would not be able to change reality.
Zhang Jue saw the opportunity and jumped behind Smollett in the narrow space of the cabin.
With one hand on Smollett's chin and the other on the top of his head, he turned him swiftly ninety degrees to the right.
With a snap, Smollett's neck snapped.
"Hu —"
With the crisis averted, Zhang Jue let out a long sigh of relief. However, before he could relax …
Smollett's voice was heard again.
"Still — too slow!!!"
Smollett was practically roaring at this point.
His face was distorted, but he did not use his ability to change it back to its original state.
His eyes were red as he glared at Zhang Jue.
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