# 754
Chapter 755: Kyousuke's Pain
"Your physical condition..."
An Qingyu narrowed her eyes as she gazed at Uncle Kyousuke, a gray light flickering across her irises as she instantly analyzed his body.
"The sequelae from the previous battle." Uncle Kyousuke forced a bitter smile.
"How could it be this severe?" An Qingyu's brow furrowed even tighter. "Six terminal illnesses, fourteen types of viruses... Your body is already beyond salvation."
"Can you cure it?"
"I'm a scientist, not a miracle doctor." An Qingyu shook her head. "The viruses in your body have far exceeded what modern science can handle. If you let me dissect you, then try injecting you with some special reagents or mutated genomes to make you an experimental subject, there might be a chance of survival... but that probability is low, and there's a good chance you'd turn into a monster...
After all, I've never conducted human experiments on anyone other than myself. To be honest, based on your current physical condition... it would be difficult for you to survive my experimental process."
An Qingyu was telling the truth.
From the moment she obtained 【唯一正解】until now, her most common test subjects had been rats, followed by herself.
Through countless rounds of analysis and experimentation, her body had basically ceased to be "human." With the two super survival abilities of super regeneration and cloning, even if she died from a failed self-modification, she would have a chance to start over.
As for how to use these special powers to transform a normal person's physique, that was outside her area of expertise.
Of course, if she had enough time to research, she could potentially find a way to modify Uncle Kyousuke's body and extend his life... but Uncle Kyousuke simply didn't have that much time left.
Science was not something that could be achieved overnight.
"I understand." Uncle Kyousuke nodded calmly, then shifted his gaze to the Plague Disaster in the battlefield. "In any case, I need to make him create that medicine first. Give me some time."
"Alright." An Qingyu nodded. "But first, we need to subdue him..."
"Leave it to me."
Uncle Kyousuke strode forward, walking slowly into the plague mist.
An Qingyu opened her mouth, wanting to warn him not to go in, but ultimately kept silent.
Given Uncle Kyousuke's current physical condition, whether he entered that mist or not was no longer important... Since this was his long-cherished wish, An Qingyu saw no reason to obstruct him.
Moreover, Uncle Kyousuke's participation could resolve this battle more quickly.
Ding—!
Uncle Kyousuke stepped into the plague mist, and the 【Illusory Pupil】 at his waist rang out crisply as it left its sheath.
At the same time, the Plague Disaster, who had been fighting Jialan within the plague mist, heard this soft sound and felt his vision blur. Everything around him fell into darkness, and Jialan's figure instantly vanished from his sight.
Slash—!
Agonizing pain shot through his side. With absolutely no ability to see his surroundings, the destructive beam from the 【Celestial Gate】 spearhead tore off one of his arms in an instant.
Pain surged through the Plague Disaster's heart.
"【Illusory Pupil】?! Yuzuri Kurotetsu! You're nearby?!" This was not the first time the Plague Disaster had experienced the hallucinations brought by 【Illusory Pupil】. After the pain from his injury hit him, he instantly reacted, lifting his head to shout into the surrounding air.
Uncle Kyousuke gripped the golden long blade, his form disappearing into the mist, his calm eyes fixed on the Plague Disaster. He said nothing.
Bang—!!
Seeing the Plague Disaster had lost his resistance and combat power had plummeted, Jialan knew this was her chance. As she sheathed her spear, she simultaneously delivered a heavy fist strike to the Plague Disaster's jaw. The 【Immortal】 fist collided with the metal bones, producing a shrill buzzing sound, sending the entire person flying toward the sky!
The Plague Disaster flew roughly ten meters through the air before crashing heavily to the ground.
At this moment, the illusion covering the Plague Disaster had not dissipated.
The weakness of 【Illusory Pupil】 lay in the fact that it was a non-combat blade. Once the wielder generated even the slightest killing intent, the target would immediately break free from the illusionary state and return to normal. But the Plague Disaster, after being beaten, was still trapped within the illusion...
This was because there was no killing intent in Uncle Kyousuke's body.
The one who wanted to kill him was Jialan.
A dull thud rang out, and the Plague Disaster was kicked by Jialan once more, violently spitting out several mouthfuls of blood.
In this state, Jialan could easily thrust out her spear and pierce directly through the Plague Disaster's skull. But An Qingyu had already told her to spare the Plague Disaster's life until Uncle Kyousuke gave the word. So now she was only using close-combat techniques to frantically weaken the Plague Disaster's combat power.
"Haha ha ha..."
After being punched several times consecutively by Jialan, the Plague Disaster seemed to think of something and burst into laughter. "I understand now! Yuzuri Kurotetsu! I know what you're trying to do!
Your son has been away from my medicine for so long. He must be on the verge of collapse, right? Let me guess—hasn't he already fallen into a coma, with all his bodily functions rapidly weakening?
Is he... about to die?
So you came here, wanting to obtain the γ reagent from me that can save Yuzuri Takishiro, to extend your son's life!"
Bang—!!
Jialan delivered another punch to the Plague Disaster's face, sending him flying. His body embedded into a wall behind him, dust billowing outward.
The hand Uncle Kyousuke used to grip 【Illusory Pupil】 unconsciously tightened, his knuckles turning white. He stared fixedly at the Plague Disaster, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.
He was struggling to control his killing intent!
The Plague Disaster knew the weakness of 【Illusory Pupil】 well. He was deliberately using words to enrage Uncle Kyousuke, making him generate killing intent. Only in this way could he turn the extremely passive situation around!
"You can stay silent all you want! I know you're right here!"
From within the gap in the wall, the Plague Disaster struggled to lift his head. The metal bones of his jaw had already been deformed from Jialan's beating, but he was still laughing. "Yuzuri Kurotetsu, let me tell you something—today, even if I die right here, I will never make that γ medicine for you!
Yuzuri Takishiro was cultivated by us as the ultimate weapon! If we Oracle Envoys fall, he absolutely will not be allowed to survive alone!
Your entire Yuzuri family will never come to a good end."
Crack—!
On the hand gripping 【Illusory Pupil】, Uncle Kyousuke's veins bulged one by one. His other fist clenched tightly was already emitting a buzzing sound.
Traces of blood seeped from the corners of Uncle Kyousuke's mouth.
His teeth had been bitten to pieces, yet he forced himself to swallow them. He stared at the Plague Disaster's maniacal laughing face, the flames of fury burning fiercely in his eyes.
He abruptly raised the golden long blade in his hand...
And stabbed it into his own shoulder!
Crimson blood flowed along the blade of the golden long sword, dripping onto the ground. Under the torment of the acute pain, Uncle Kyousuke barely managed to maintain his sanity amidst the rage. He controlled his breathing, forcibly suppressing the killing intent that kept rising in his heart!
He held back.
Uncle Kyousuke slowly closed his eyes, slowly withdrawing the 【Illusory Pupil】 from his own shoulder...