At this moment, Fang You was still borrowing his temporary skill slot from Big Brother Black Blade’s ‘Blade Slash · Proficient’ skill. However, he already had his Palm Thunder, so this Blade Slash wasn’t very useful to him. It could only help him improve his proficiency a little during practice.
But today, Big Brother Black Blade would have to forgive him. Compared to Blade Slash, sister An Jianyou’s Ghost Control was definitely more appealing.
With a few manipulations from Fang You, his Authority activated, and the Ghost Control skill obediently landed in his list.
“You ignored me before, but now you’re obediently in my embrace.”
“I finally have a blue-level skill too!”
Like the Blade Slash borrowed from Big Brother Black Blade, borrowing a skill was ultimately not his own and felt somewhat illusory, like looking at flowers in a fog. But it was still usable, so he’d just use it.
Fang You carefully savored it. Even if it was foggy, it was clearer and more profound than just watching An Jianyou perform.
“The most resource-intensive part of the Ghost Control skill is implanting the control mark on the malevolent spirits. Other aspects like suppression and weakening consume much less. No wonder An Jianyou could sustain it for so long.”
“However, I don’t have An Jianyou’s Insightful Eyes, and this skill was also obtained for free, so the consumption will definitely be higher than hers.”
Probably just a little bit higher.
Fang You tried to cast Ghost Control, activating it, closing it, activating it again, and closing it again… This free skill was only at the beginner level, and it felt a bit awkward and clumsy to use. But he was surprised to find that when using this skill, there were similarities to tracking malevolent spirits.
After practicing a few times, the prelude to using the skill shortened significantly, and its practicality immediately increased.
“I’m not preparing to use it for control, so Ghost Control is sufficient for now. It can briefly control one malevolent spirit, equivalent to applying a ‘weakened’ status.”
Control and output!
Today, Fang · Savior · Spark Mentor · You would officially debut.
He wasn’t entirely stable yet; he had about a 98% chance against a one-star malevolent spirit. But delaying any further would drag out the pace.
He had to go… Fang You was actually a little scared, as it was his first time, but he had to face it eventually.
“Currently, the highest marked malevolent spirits in Baijiang City are only two-star. Big Brother Black Blade should be fine, but…”
Just now, through An Jianyou’s vision, Fang You had seen a more terrifying scene.
Gray mist shrouded the sky, streets became dilapidated, shambling figures were everywhere, and there were terrifying giants… a three-star Flesh Giant from the malevolent spirit compendium!
Even through the phone screen, he felt a shock.
There was no more time to wait!
Fang You turned and entered the bedroom, beginning to rest and recover the stamina consumed while testing the Ghost Control skill. He also opened the task dispatch module.
After the upgrade, many more malevolent spirits were marked on the detection map. He focused on four areas.
Three of them were marked as two-star malevolent spirits.
The remaining one, though a one-star malevolent spirit, was marked as a ‘group’ with more than three individuals. It was located south of the southern district, in a cemetery in the suburbs.
Fang You checked; this cemetery had been sealed off a few months ago for some reason.
“Not only is the number large, but they should also be powerful one-star malevolent spirits. These are all rather tricky tasks.”
He picked one of the areas relatively close to the bustling city and assigned a task to Big Brother Black Blade… Since the game version upgrade, this dispatch function had also been optimized. Before, he had to constantly monitor Big Brother Black Blade’s condition, waiting for him to be well-rested and in top form before assigning a task.
But Big Brother Black Blade was too diligent and hardworking; finding a time when he had full stamina was incredibly difficult.
Now that this function was optimized, he could pre-schedule times and notify apostles… Fang You assigned Big Brother Black Blade a nighttime mission. After Fang You returned from his first kill today, he would provide long-range support to Big Brother Black Blade that night.
If Big Brother Black Blade didn’t need support, or if the target wasn’t a two-star malevolent spirit, Fang You could have simply issued the task order without much involvement. This was convenient; with more apostles in the future, he couldn’t possibly keep an eye on each one individually.
Reasonably allocating resources and tasks was what he should do.
After assigning the task to Big Brother Black Blade, Fang You also started looking for a target for himself. He chose a one-star malevolent spirit task relatively close to home.
Close, but still several kilometers away.
As he issued the task, a “ding” sound rang out in the game, and a mechanical voice echoed in Fang You’s mind, “Current organization has dispatched mission. The detection map will continue to navigate for you.”
A plain navigation map appeared in his mind; he could see it clearly with his eyes closed.
This map… to be honest, it was no different from a faulty map. If it weren’t projected directly into his mind, it would be quite scientific.
He closed his eyes, and the navigation map was very clear.
He opened his eyes and saw his handsome reflection in the mirror.
He closed his eyes again, opened them, closed them again, and opened them again… He was playing, not really, he was just trying out controlling himself to familiarize himself with the game functions. He could also switch from the game interface to his own vision.
“I’m watching myself!”
Honestly, it was a bit eerie.
Fang You put away his phone after he had his fill, put on a plain black backpack, and went out. He rode his beloved electric scooter towards the navigation location.
When he reached a suitable spot, he found a place to lock his scooter and then found a secluded area to put on the newly bought black hoodie from his backpack.
He pulled up the hood, put on his mask, closed his eyes, glanced at the navigation, and then wound his way through alleys. Occasionally, he passed one or two pedestrians. Soon, Fang You arrived in front of a dilapidated old house.
It was very old, untended for a long time, and the beams were cracked; it was almost a dangerous building.
Fang You activated his malevolent spirit tracking and scanned his surroundings. There were some grayish-black spots, and wisps of foul wind were drifting, converging towards this old house.
“Indeed, it’s here.”
He took a deep breath, pulled off the white cloth wrapped around his wooden sword. He was a little nervous, but there was no time to dawdle; someone might pass by this place.
Fang You walked to the side of the courtyard wall, glanced around, and imitating Big Brother Black Blade from that day, he leaped up. His posture wasn’t elegant, but he easily jumped into the dilapidated old house.
The malevolent spirit was about ten meters away. He could already see a faint outline enveloped in foul wind.
When you see a malevolent spirit, it sees you too!
The malevolent spirit about ten meters away charged towards him, making a “thump! thump! thump!” sound.
It was coming!
It seemed to be a doorman!
According to the preset tactics he had made earlier, I should now…
Thoughts raced through Fang You’s mind, but his body reacted faster. He sidestepped, dodging the ‘slow’ little malevolent spirit, then extended his right hand, not holding the sword, and the crackling lightning surged forth. As he dodged the malevolent spirit, he brought his palm down.
Palm Thunder!
The lightning erupted, fine arcs of electricity dancing, crackling and popping like hitting a ball of soft cotton. But the next moment, something exploded.
The scattering lightning arcs sputtered on the floor and walls, leaving scorched marks.
The little malevolent spirit in front of him had already turned into smoke and dissipated under his palm strike.
Fang You’s heart was still pounding. He stood still, gazing at the slowly dissipating foul wind in silence for a long time.
“…Is that it?”