Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 224 Entanglement
On the road from Massachusetts, where MIT is located, to New York, a golden light sometimes soars high in the sky and sometimes speeds along the road. This is Wang Yi's golden escape light.

It was different from the Jinguan Liuguang of the older generation of Quan Xing. He sacrificed his entire life and energy on a yellow talisman and used the talisman as a carrier to activate his magic. The advantage was that even if he encountered an enemy one day and his talisman was knocked away, he could still run as long as he had a backup. The disadvantage was also obvious. His entire life and energy were on the talisman, and it would be difficult to run without it.

At that time, Wang Yi fought with Master Jin Guang and discussed with each other. Although Wang Yi did not formally become Master Jin Guang's disciple, Master Jin Guang had a mouth, and it was hard for Wang Yi not to listen to what he said. After listening, he would naturally practice subconsciously.

But he was different from Master Jin Guang. Master Jin Guang used talismans as a carrier to depict the Qi path of the Golden Escape Flowing Light, but he used himself as a carrier to create the Qi path of the Golden Escape Flowing Light on his own body. Combined with Wang Yi's talent, he actually made it happen.

This is convenient, but how to use the Golden Escape Flowing Light to lead people has become a difficult problem. In this area of ​​research, he is far slower than Master Jin Guang.

But the speed is indeed much faster.

Massachusetts, where MIT is located, is about 500 kilometers away from New York. It only took him two hours to fly directly from New York to find Lu Guangda and then meet him for coffee.

This speed is comparable to that of modern high-speed trains, and is even faster than Dean Dai's speedy horse.

However, the Golden Escape Flowing Light is, after all, an escape technique, not a flying technique. Although it is fast, it is still too much to expect it to stay in the air for a long time, and it will also slow down one's speed. According to Wang Yi's own estimation, if he keeps leaning against the ground to use the Golden Escape Flowing Light, the speed of the Golden Escape Flowing Light he uses can be comparable to the maximum speed of the Fuxing.

However, his trip to Massachusetts was not in vain. From Lu Guangda, the descendant of a thousand-year-old alien family, he finally understood why the warlock Wuxiang chose to cause trouble for Behemoth at this time.

Just as he answered Lu Guangda's question, the United States still has a long way to go, but the old man's luck won't last long.

Logically speaking, this shouldn't be the case, but the sorcerer Wuxiang cannot be considered a sorcerer who practices according to the ancient methods to cultivate his qi and luck.

If it is according to the kind of fortune-telling sorcerer recorded in the Lu family's classics, he will directly link himself with the fortune of a country. When the dynasty is on the rise, he doesn't have to do anything and no one will dare to cause trouble for him. Even if there is a natural disaster in the middle, it will not implicate him, because the national fortune will give an early warning, and he will warn the current ruler.

But in the later period when the dynasty was declining, it was miserable. Nothing could be done, and nothing worked. One could just sit at home and do nothing. One's home was like a 24-hour non-stop Final Destination set. The worst thing was that one could do nothing but wait to die, watching his offspring cut off, the inheritance disappear, and one's own body and soul disappear.

However, most of the fortune-tellers who tie themselves to the fortune of a country will not see this day. A unified dynasty will have a lifespan of at least 200 years. They can live to the maximum human lifespan of without any illness or disaster. What happens after death can only be borne by their descendants.

Since this deputy leader of the ant nest named Wuxiang is a sorcerer, he naturally understands what the final result will be if he directly links himself to the fate of a country. Although there is no emperor now, the dynastic cycle law objectively exists, and no one knows whether the arrival of industrial civilization can change the dynastic cycle law.

If he really wanted to tie himself to the destiny of the United States, regardless of how he did it, there would definitely not be a clash between him and the Behemoth Group.

Although the Great Depression was terrible, Roosevelt later came to power and implemented the New Deal, and with World War II, the United States benefited greatly. Even if he could not do such a thing, the destiny of the United States, which was linked to it, would remind him. He only needed to follow the steps and use the resources of the Ant Nest to support Roosevelt.

Therefore, Wang Yi can conclude that rather than tying himself to the destiny of the United States, it would be more accurate to say that Lao Deng is working for the destiny of the United States.

Two methods, two natures.

Being linked to the destiny of a country is called a partnership, it is called an investment, and when one prospers, all prosper, and when one suffers, all suffer.

When you work for Guoyun, your boss makes demands and you do the work. If you do it well, you will be rewarded, but if you fail, you will be in trouble.

The former finds it difficult to get out once they have invested, while the latter has completed their KPI and can enjoy themselves as they please and run away whenever they want.

Guided by the trans-Pacific Railroad that runs across the United States, the sorcerer Wuxiang transformed himself into a worker for the destiny of the United States. Using this as a stepping stone, he became the second-in-command of the Ant Nest. Through the blessing of World War I, he turned the Ant Nest into the leading boss of the American Inhuman Organization, and its power was growing rapidly.

The rest of the Behemoth Group is all trash. When they don't want to deal with you, they let you show off. When they want to deal with you, they can take away your joy with one blow.

But the problem lies here. You are a sorcerer working for American Guoyun, not a partner. Guoyun will not tell you any inside information at the first time, but will only assign you tasks.

Right now, the mission that the American destiny has given to Warlock Wuxiang is: The Great Depression is coming, I feel my money is being lost, you have to find a way to get it back for me.

If you can get it done, the benefits will be huge. If you can't get it done, you're dead!
Then the warlock Wuxiang was confused. How the hell did I have the ability to solve this Great Depression? If I had this ability, I would have become the President of the United States. Why am I still working for you?
Moreover, he couldn't get away with it even if he wanted to. He signed a shady contract with the United States. He wanted to get away with it? He had taken so many benefits from the United States before, and he had to give it back with interest. Did he really think it was so easy to fleece the capitalist countries?
Although Ant Nest is not as good at doing business as Behemoth Group, it has been operating for many years and has its own industries and a dedicated consulting team. However, due to the limitations of the times, they cannot give any good answers.

But the Ant Nest has many eyes and ears, and Wuxiang started his practice with the Pacific Railway and made rapid progress. With this experience in mind, he knew one thing.

I can’t open source, but I can save money!

They set their sights on the Behemoth Group in New York and the Continental Hotel and Continental Group that suddenly rose during the Great Depression.

Even though Wuxiang was not a sorcerer, he understood that as long as he could merge the Behemoth Group and Wang Yi's Continental Hotel and Group, he would be able to complete the tasks assigned by his boss first and survive this period of time, and the rest could be taken care of later.

Wang Yi can only be said to be a pleasant surprise.

At any time, talents are the visualized destiny of a country. A genius in extraordinary cultivation can be turned into one of the extraordinary foundations of the American national destiny.

The deterrent force is there, and combined with the current national strength of the United States, are you still afraid that it won’t be able to suppress domestic scoundrels or attract foreign aliens?

So whether Wang Yi wanted it or not, with the Great Depression, he, as well as the Continental Hotel and Continental Group, which emerged as his pseudonym John Wick during the Great Depression, became the target of the Warlock Wuxiang and the alien organization Ant Nest behind him.

Wang Yi was not worried about the conflict, but how to resolve the conflict became a problem.

Even though Warlock Wuxiang is in danger of losing his life now, he is still blessed with the golden age of World War I.

The combo he used last night on Zuo Menchang was so powerful that the old man had to stay in bed all day. Old Deng spat out a mouthful of blood, patted his butt and left, and he couldn't catch him even if he wanted to.

It is just like what Lu Guangda said to himself, when the luck comes, heaven and earth are on your side, when the luck is gone, the hero has no freedom.

As long as the Warlock Wuxiang's luck is still there, Wang Yi will be in a tug-of-war with the Warlock Wuxiang and the Ant Nest organization behind him.

Wang Yi's only advantage was that he knew that the Great Depression lasted for ten years and the United States did not recover until the outbreak of World War II.

The luck of the sorcerer Wuxiang cannot sustain him for that long. Although he can predict the future, no matter how hard he tries, it cannot be as accurate as Wang Yi, who stands at the downstream of history and has the power of a prophet.

The more he does, the more mistakes he is likely to make. Wang Yi just needs to hold on, for Behemoth and his own Continental Hotel, until Wuxiang's luck runs out. Then he can do whatever he wants to the Ant Nest and the Warlock Wuxiang. 'I can endure it, but I don't know if you, Old Deng, can endure it. I think you can't.'

Wang Yi understood it in his heart, otherwise the other party would not have been so eager to come up and give the Behemoth Group a warning first, and also wanted to use it to intimidate his own clone god John Wick, but it turned out to be the opposite of what he wanted.

Just as Wang Yi was thinking this, on the road that Wang Yi had to take to return to New York by turning into gold and escaping into light, the surrounding climate suddenly changed.

Kanzi·Principes!
The word Xun·Flowing clouds!

A magic that Wang Yi didn't even notice was suddenly unfolding. The diffuse fog and the water vapor contained in the fog transformed into icy prisms all around, illuminating the sorcerer's faceless figure.

"Young man, would you like to chat?"

The voice of the warlock Wuxiang, who was reflected in countless ice prisms, came from different directions, in a tone that sounded like he wanted to reconcile with Wang Yi.

Wang Yi was forced to retreat from the golden escape light. Looking at the sorcerer Wuxiang, whose specific Qi field could not be captured in his magnetic field radar, he couldn't help showing impatience on his face.

Although he knew the other party's background, this method was really unreasonable. He was just relying on the support of the country's destiny behind him. Except that he could not follow Feng Houqimen's way of using strange techniques such as the Luanjin Tu and Guiyingti that were not related to the Five Elements and Eight Gates, his performance was no different from Feng Houqimen's dog-hanging technique.

In some aspects it is still better.

If Fenghou Qimen's formation had been disrupted by my use of my magnetic field and true Qi, I would have pinned the opponent to the ground and beaten him up when he was trying to adjust the four plates and eight gates again.

The warlock who is lucky in money is like, hey, I won’t open the magic door anymore, I will just shout and it will come true, so what, if you have money, just show off, hit me.

"How can you forget your roots when I talk to you?"

He looked up and retorted, then Wang waved his hands.

The invisible slash spread out with him as the center.

This was something he learned from the full-strength slashing blow of the Japanese swordsman Yagyu when he failed in his sneak attack during the battle between the eight foreign nations in the capital.

The so-called sword energy and slashing are simply a force.

He used his basic skills to capture and simulate this force by reversing the eight directions. Relying on his profound cultivation and unique ability of reversing the eight directions, the ordinary swordsman's attacks were at wholesale price to him, and he could even adjust the power himself. It was nothing more than a process of adding flour if there was too much water and adding water if there was too much flour.

With a powerful blow, the surrounding ice prisms shattered, but the figure of the warlock Wuxiang still flashed among the fragments, his eyes fixed on Wang Yi.

"Forgetting your roots? How can that be called an American? I've been an American since 1869."

"Congratulations, old man."

Magnetic field martial arts·Microwave heating!

The magnetic field's true energy was running, and the ice spikes that had turned into fragments and were dancing in the air began to evaporate into water vapor under the sudden rise in high temperature, erasing the annoying sorcerer Wuxiang from Wang Yi's sight.

But in this steaming water vapor, the voice of the sorcerer Wuxiang could still be heard.

"Alas, young man, you will suffer the consequences if you don't listen to the advice of the elderly. Your methods are very advanced, and I still can't figure them out. But these days, just because you have a unique skill doesn't mean you are the best in the world."

"Kanzi·Wangchuan."

The steaming water vapor began to gather again under the magic of the sorcerer Wuxiang, turning into a torrent of floating ice crystals, rushing directly towards Wang Yi.

Wang Yi stopped and pointed his fingers like a sword, then swung it at the torrent that was rushing towards him.

Magical power: dividing the river into land!
Wherever his finger passed, the torrent was divided into layers, and a piece in the middle seemed to have disappeared directly, and the mist that blocked Wang Yi's vision also dissipated.

But it only dissipated for a moment, and the warlock Wuxiang continued to fill the gap with his krypton gold magic.

In the hazy water mist, the sorcerer Wuxiang fell silent, apparently shocked by Wang Yi's move.

Wang Yi just waved his weak arms and started to mock.

"It's hard to say whether I am the best in the world with my unique skills, but this unique skill is mine after all. As for you, old man, how much luck do you have left that allows you to ignore the rules and perform sorcerer's magic like this? Hmm?"

After a long time, the voice of the sorcerer Wuxiang was heard from the mist.

"You, young man, you really found it out."

"As a warlock, you are unreasonable. How can I rest assured if I don't check your background? Old man, let me ask you, do you have enough luck reserves?"

"It may not be enough to deal with you, but it is more than enough to trap you. Little thing, although this place is not as rich as the Republic of China, it still has something here. You, take your time to have fun."

The sorcerer Wuxiang, who was not afraid of Wang Yi's exposure of his true identity, appeared here and used the Qi Bureau to tangle with Wang Yi just to delay time.

As the words fell, the water mist that had trapped Wang Yi began to dissipate, and Wang Yi realized that he had been thrown from New York to some remote wilderness by the old man through the warlock's earth vein wandering method.

In Wang Yi's sight, the wind and sand were blowing, and more than a dozen nuns were holding the cross on their chests with both hands. The priest in the middle was also holding the Bible in his hands and walking towards Wang Yi with a solemn face.

(End of this chapter)