Chapter 522: Powerless
"Oh...?"
Qi Xia felt that Wei Yang's mind-reading ability was indeed more powerful than that of the "Sky Snake."
He hadn't even seen his own eyes just now, yet he was able to immediately read his thoughts.
These pieces of information that even the "Sky Snake" couldn't instantly decipher—had he already sorted them all out in just those ten-plus seconds?
"I'll go." Qiao Jiajin said softly, slowly stepping forward. He made no attempt to hide his footsteps, walking straight toward the farm gate.
"That's right, Old Qiao is still ringing."
Chen Junnan was about to say something when he heard the distant chime of a bell.
They were already far from the city center, yet the sound of the bell could still be heard, which only meant the bell was loud enough to carry this far.
"Uh... no way..." Chen Junnan gave a bitter smile. "I was just about to praise you, and it's already over?"
"Haha!" Qiao Jiajin replied carelessly. "Brother Jun, this is already pretty good. It lasted much longer than the last 'Echo'."
"Then don't go messing with him..." Chen Junnan frowned and grabbed Qiao Jiajin's arm. "This old bastard won't listen to your kind of talk."
"Don't worry, don't worry..." Qiao Jiajin smiled and pushed Chen Junnan's hand back. "Even without the 'Echo,' I can still go over and have a chat with him. You might not know me well enough... but what I'm best at is talking."
"Huh?" Chen Junnan was taken aback by this remark. "Old Qiao, I know you pretty damn well. That 'talking' of yours—it doesn't work on normal people, only on lunatics."
"And isn't he exactly a lunatic?"
Qi Xia watched as Qiao Jiajin walked forward with a calm expression, while Wei Yang in the distance continued tending to the severed limbs in the field as if nothing was wrong. For a moment, Qi Xia felt something was off.
Before he could even say the word "careful," Qiao Jiajin had already stepped into the field. There was a "pop" sound as his foot seemed to step on something.
The trap was completely buried in the soil, leaving no trace on the surface. The moment Qiao Jiajin stepped on it, the ground in front of him suddenly churned violently.
A wooden plank studded with nails emerged from beneath the soil, stood upright, and lunged at Qiao Jiajin.
"Whoosh!"
Before Qi Xia and Chen Junnan in the distance could even react or make a move, Qiao Jiajin had already raised his hand to block the plank, sending only some dust flying onto him.
Qi Xia and Chen Junnan, still shaken, took a few steps forward and saw Qiao Jiajin pressing three fingers against the plank, dodging the nails while stopping its momentum.
"Pfft... pfft..." Qiao Jiajin spat out the dust from his mouth. "Good thing my body reacts faster than my brain... You bastard, you try to kill me without saying a word?"
Wei Yang continued singing to the severed limbs in the farm, completely ignoring Qiao Jiajin's question.
"Tch, ignoring me, huh?" Qiao Jiajin patted the dust off his clothes and strode forward. "Can't even have a little chat?"
"Hey, Old Qiao!" Chen Junnan called out worriedly. "Watch out for more traps..."
"It's fine... I'm already a little pissed off." Qiao Jiajin said. "If he wants to talk with fists, I'll listen with my fists."
After saying that, he turned back to look at Qi Xia and asked seriously, "Conman, can I hit him?"
"Of course." Qi Xia nodded. "Do what you want."
Hearing this, Qiao Jiajin immediately took off his dusty shirt, threw it aside without a care, and was about to start shouting when he suddenly realized how scrawny he looked.
"Tch..." Qiao Jiajin covered his upper body a bit sheepishly. "I forgot I'm this small..."
"Uh..." Chen Junnan blinked. "Old Qiao, maybe I should be the one to take off my shirt this time?"
"N-no need..." Qiao Jiajin shook his head. "I'll do it. This body is still enough to handle him."
Qiao Jiajin stepped closer and closer to Wei Yang, his tone turning colder: "Hey... farmer boy, lift your head and look at me."
"Qiao Jiajin, Qiao Jiajin..." Wei Yang kept shaking his head, setting down his watering can and looking up with a maniacal expression. "Haven't you had enough of dying? Want to get another death from me?"
"Enough?" Qiao Jiajin sneered. "Farmer boy, I've been poor since I was a kid. So anything someone gives me, I take it all."
"Interesting..." Wei Yang scratched his forehead, leaving a smear of blood. He stood up shakily and forced a smile. "You really don't lie, huh..."
"Why would I lie when we're meeting for the first time?"
"No, no... kid..." Wei Yang waved his dark-stained hand. "It's precisely because you think we're meeting for the first time that there's no need to tell the truth."
"Lying is too tiring." Qiao Jiajin shook his head. "Farmer boy, stand still. I'm going to punch you now."
"Eh...?" Wei Yang's face instantly showed a bemused expression. "Punch me? Ha? Hahahaha!"
"That's right. Which side are you gonna take it? Left cheek or right cheek?" Qiao Jiajin took a step forward, and the aura around him changed.
"I'm not taking it." Wei Yang also stepped forward. "Qiao Jiajin, why would you punch me...? Couldn't save your brother back then, so now you're taking it out on me?"
"You..." Qiao Jiajin was clearly enraged by this remark. He lunged forward and threw a roundhouse punch aimed at the other's cheek.
But the moment he struck, the other had already started backing away, as if he had foreseen Qiao Jiajin's move. The punch barely grazed Wei Yang's face but didn't harm him at all.
"Hahahaha!" Wei Yang laughed loudly. "What are you panicking for? Why does your punch land so differently from what you imagined?"
Qiao Jiajin didn't answer. He stepped back and threw another punch. The same thing happened—the moment he raised his hand, Wei Yang had already shifted his feet and dodged again by a hair's breadth.
It seemed Wei Yang not only had the ability to read minds but also some martial arts foundation. Yet he looked refined, not like someone trained in combat. These fighting skills must have been honed in the "Land of the End."
"Old Qiao seems off." Chen Junnan frowned. "Why are his movements so weird?"
Qi Xia looked at Qiao Jiajin and naturally figured out the answer, then curled his lips into a smile. "Don't worry."
Just then, Wei Yang dodged Qiao Jiajin's attack once more, laughing uncontrollably. "Kid! Your mouth doesn't lie, but your moves do! You imagine it beautifully, but what comes out?"
Qiao Jiajin withdrew his fist again and couldn't help but frown. "Tch... soft and weak... what kind of body is this?"