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Zhou Yun, without a hint of hesitation, threw off the linen robe and yanked the stopper off the gourd.

"Stay where you are!!"

The leader of the Hōjū-gumi (Ark Gang) suddenly raised her voice, her powerful reino (psychic) energy channeling through her words and striking directly at Zhou Yun's mind.

Reino-sha (psykers) could project their formidable will through sound, releasing a kōwaku no koe (voice of enthrallment) that manipulated hearts and bodies alike.

This was a common technique, and the leader clearly excelled at it.

That commanding, bewitching voice echoed in Zhou Yun's head, and his body briefly froze in place.

But by then, he had already pulled the stopper from the fukuro tatsumaki (pocket tornado).

A storm of dark gray wind howled from the gourd, swelling in an instant to fill the entire hallway.

The gale slashed and hammered everything. The leader staggered under the violent wind, her focus disrupted.

Zhou Yun seized the moment to regain control of his body.

He raised the gourd and unleashed an even fiercer cyclone into the narrow corridor.

The storm, strong enough to topple a small house, howled through the hallway, shattering windows and shaking walls as if to tear the place apart.

Zhou Yun quickly pulled out his chōnōryoku bōshi (psionic hat) from the yojigen poketto (four-dimensional pocket) and put it on his head.

He focused his mind, and in the blink of an eye his figure disappeared from the hallway.

When he opened his eyes again, Zhou Yun was already standing in the small courtyard outside the building.

The Hōjū-gumi members in the courtyard were startled by his sudden appearance and hastily drew their weapons from under their robes.

Zhou Yun swept his gaze over them, and the kikai-te (mechanical hand) above his head moved.

Boom!

It was as though an invisible giant hand slammed into their chests — the Hōjū-gumi members fell to the ground, knocked unconscious in unison.

Zhou Yun raised his head toward the second-floor hallway.

The hallway was still engulfed by the raging gray-black tornado he had unleashed earlier.

The building groaned under the wind's force, windows shattering one after another.

Finally, the corridor walls could no longer contain the storm — the wind tore them apart, sending splinters of pulp wood, low-grade plasteel, and bricks flying.

"Haaah!"

A heavy breath filled with anger sounded from within the cyclone above.

"You who wear the skin of man! Are you a servant of the star-devils?!"

The voice of a young woman in her twenties, clear yet burning with fury, cut through the gale.

The tornado above began to sway, as if a pair of invisible hands kneaded and gripped it.

Then — it was hurled back at Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun calmly revealed the gourd under his robe.

The raging wind instantly turned into gentle breezes and was drawn back into the fukuro tatsumaki.

He looked up at the second floor.

There, the wall had been torn open by the storm, leaving a hole the size of a small car.

The Hōjū-gumi leader stood in the opening, looking down at him.

The wind had blown back her hood, revealing her face —

A woman in her early twenties, somewhere between East Pacifican and Europan features, her dark eyes shimmering faintly with indigo light, a sign of her reino.

Her waist-length black hair cascaded down her back, part of it veiling her left cheek, where a line of low Gothic characters formed a tattoo.

From this distance, Zhou Yun couldn't make out what it said, nor could he yet confirm if she was a kiji (Genestealer).

But she clearly wasn't about to give him time to check.

Her pupils contracted sharply, the indigo deepening as the air turned freezing cold. Frost spread along the walls, the ground, and even the air itself, defying physics.

"Stay where you are!" she shouted again, her voice full of authority and enthrallment.

Frost crept toward Zhou Yun like a field of thorns.

Already prepared, Zhou Yun held his head, gritting his teeth as he fought off the enthralling voice.

He focused his vision on the leader's back —

And once again his figure vanished.

She froze for a moment, clearly not expecting Zhou Yun to shake off her kōwaku no koe so easily.

Without rigorous training or innate reino, no ordinary human could resist her well-honed enthrallment.

Boom!

Before she could make sense of it, she felt a heavy impact on her back — as if struck by a psychic hammer — and lost her balance, tumbling through the gap in the wall.

She managed to use her reino to slow her fall, landing smoothly on the ground below.

She glared at Zhou Yun, channeling her full will as she roared, "Get down here!!"

But this time, Zhou Yun simply shook his head slightly, seemingly unaffected.

The leader stared, stunned.

"What are you?! How can you resist my enthrallment?! What kind of reino resistance is this?!"

She could feel it — this man had no reino, nor the training to resist psychic influence.

And yet he endured it with sheer will and some innate resistance.

Such resistance was impossible unless some immensely powerful reino-sha had constantly projected their will into his mind, tempering him in psychic fire.

Zhou Yun glanced at the white-winged figure in the corner of his sight and had a hunch where his resistance came from.

Ever since his arrival, this being — claiming to be Sanguinius — had ceaselessly projected his will into Zhou Yun's soul.

This shugyō (training), though unintentional, left him unfazed by her influence.

It was as if a drop of water fell into the vast sea of reino that surrounded him — unable to stir the depths.

"Doesn't even feel like an angel's reino," Zhou Yun said matter-of-factly as he looked at her.

(End of Chapter)

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