You Have Science, I Have Martial Arts

In the dead of night, a black luxury car glided smoothly along the road.

Inside the car, it was very quiet. Zheng Shuyi sat beside Ye Qingzhou, watching him rest with eyes closed, his breathing long and steady. She dared not disturb him, only gazed at his profile in a trance, worried that he might be too tired.

But she had no idea, Ye Qingzhou was already in a state of Divine Traveling in the Void.

Under the clear, cold moonlight, Ye Qingzhou's mind projected out of his body, following the waves of Sword Intent transmitted through the Nether. He employed the method of Divine Traveling in the Void, intent on killing Tao Zhiliang to silence him, solving all problems once and for all.

Because only the dead wouldn't come to trouble him.

At this moment, the sky was filled with brilliant stars, without the blinding daytime sunlight interference. Ye Qingzhou's Yin Spirit roamed freely in the cold wind, bathing in the moonlight, sensing all sorts of omnipresent waves from all directions.

In the modern city, electronic signals flew everywhere, getting denser as one approached the city center.

Various frequencies of electromagnetic waves in Ye Qingzhou's perception were so clearly visible, making him feel another kind of "reality" of the world.

"After achieving Yin Skill Mastery, a Martial Artist's spirit becomes increasingly powerful. I feel if I continue to strengthen my Refining Spirit Cultivation, I might eventually intercept these electromagnetic signals at will and decode the information within."

Ye Qingzhou pondered deeply, marveling at how any field on Blue Star, when cultivated to the extreme by a Martial Artist, could empower one to master an incredible Divine Technique.

This power even surpasses mere martial force, involving deeper rules of world operations.

"The Martial Arts of Blue Star, no wonder they are powerful enough to rival science. Or maybe these two forces, when profoundly explored, actually converge?"

Just as Ye Qingzhou wished to delve deeper into thought, the waves from the Sword Intent informed him that he was less than ten meters from his target.

At this moment, Tao Zhiliang was sitting upright in his imported luxury car, his eyes filled with killing intent, his heart seething with rage, swearing continuously: "What kind of crap Hidden Dragon, what's the use of being able to fight? In the underworld, it's about power. You're just a little punk; I'll let you feel smug for a few days. Once the time is ripe, I'll see you dead with nowhere to be buried!"

"Oh, is that so?"

The sudden voice in his ear startled Tao Zhiliang: "Who? Who's speaking?"

"President Tao, is something wrong?"

The driver and the bodyguard, both confused, asked him the question.

Both had the strength of Professional Level Martial Artists, roughly around third or fourth rank, although incomparable to the skills of a Professional Ninth Rank expert like Wu Baojun.

But both were Tao Zhiliang's trusted aides, having followed him for nearly a decade, and were the most trusted people by his side.

At this moment, Tao Zhiliang's face was pale as he inquired of the two: "Didn't you hear someone speaking?"

The two shook their heads in unison: "President Tao, only you were speaking just now."

"Are you looking for me?"

Ye Qingzhou's voice resurfaced in Tao Zhiliang's mind, and Tao Zhiliang was shocked to find that his driver and bodyguard still had no reaction.

Though both were Professional Level, they were not skilled in Yin Skill. Their Refining Spirit Cultivation was weak, completely unable to detect Ye Qingzhou's Yin Spirit.

Hence, at the moment, they were utterly clueless, assuming Tao Zhiliang was under too much pressure and experiencing auditory hallucinations.

But Tao Zhiliang knew he definitely wasn't hallucinating; his opponent was capable of Yin Spirit Emergence!

"Ye..."

"Shh~ Don't speak."

"Mmm mmm mmm~"

Tao Zhiliang had just intended to call out Ye Qingzhou's identity, but he was startled to find he had lost control of his body. No matter how hard he struggled, it was to no avail.

At this moment, he could only communicate with Ye Qingzhou in his mind: "Ye Qingzhou! What do you want to do?"

"Solve the problem."

Ye Qingzhou's reply was unhurried, his tone quite calm.

Tao Zhiliang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then feigned a composed demeanor and sought reconciliation with Ye Qingzhou: "The conflict between us is, at the core, a struggle over interests, and there's really no need to escalate it to a life-and-death situation. Besides, you're still young; don't go down the road of crime."

After speaking, seeing that Ye Qingzhou hadn't responded for a long time, Tao Zhiliang tentatively called out deep in his heart: "Ye Qingzhou, are you still there?"

"I'm here."

"This time, I admit defeat. I guarantee that once I return, I won't trouble you anymore. What do you think?"

"I don't trust you."

Why would Ye Qingzhou trust Tao Zhiliang's nonsense? For such a treacherous person, the only way was to kill them to be rid of the problem once and for all.

As if sensing Ye Qingzhou's undisguised killing intent, Tao Zhiliang became extremely tense, hurriedly trying to argue: "Ye Qingzhou, listen to me; the issues between us can all be resolved through dialogue."

"No, to me, you are the problem. Solving you means solving the problem."

"Don't do anything rash. I know many high-profile individuals. If I die, you will be the first one suspected!"

At this moment, Tao Zhiliang was terrified beyond measure, feeling as if his heart were being vigorously clenched. The fear of death made him tremble all over.

However, he was completely powerless to stop Ye Qingzhou's actions!

Even though it was his own body, it felt as if it had been forcibly possessed. Tao Zhiliang couldn't even cry out for help, let alone struggle to get up.

He could only cry and plead in his heart: "Ye Qingzhou, spare me!"

"I've realized my mistake! I'm willing to compensate!"

"You can't kill me. There are many big figures supporting me; they won't let you off!"