Chapter 472 – Fusion

“What on earth is that…”

Yin Jie looked up. In the night sky, the enormous panda was so huge it blocked out the moonlight, hurtling towards him at an incredible speed.

The immense pressure made it hard for Yin Jie to breathe. His eyes widened, and he blurted out, “What the…”

Before he could finish, Xiao Bai plummeted down like a meteor.

Boom.

The ground shook, a massive cloud of dust rose, mixed with blood splattering everywhere!

As the dust settled, the mutation panda slowly lifted its massive head. Its face, drenched in blood, revealed a pair of faintly glowing, blood-red eyes.

A furious beast, in a frenzy, crushing its enemies to pieces with sheer primal force and its massive body!

The mutation panda slowly stood up, thick blood dripping continuously from its fur.

It shook its head violently, baring its sharp fangs that gleamed coldly, like a beast emerging from hell:

“MeGu!”

“Holy crap!”

Ling Mo, hanging mid-air, was completely stunned.

When not limited by terrain, this panda was the embodiment of violence.

Even if Yin Jie wasn’t the best, he should have had some combat experience in close quarters, far better than an ordinary person.

Yet, in front of the mutation panda, such an enemy was no different from an ant!

“Are you really the National Treasure that only acted cute before mutating?! You weren’t secretly wearing a red cape and practicing boxing against tree trunks at night, were you?!”

After a moment of shock, Ling Mo suddenly snapped back to reality and went berserk: “You fool! Didn’t I tell you to leave me someone alive?! You wiped out all the psychic power! Can’t you attack in a gentler way? Don’t be so brutally straightforward, okay…”

But then Ling Mo realized, his demands might be too much for Xiao Bai.

It had only been under Control for a few days. Expecting it to understand complex commands and restrain its wild nature to follow orders… that was asking too much.

“Let’s forget about it this time… Hey, why did you stop chopping Cabbage?” Ling Mo suddenly looked down at the Shorty below.

Xiao Bai’s astonishing performance had not only stunned Ling Mo but also left the Cabbage-chopping warrior in shock.

He stood there, holding a Broadsword, staring blankly at the mutation panda not far away.

“Time to wake up, right? Since the Controller is already dead…”

Ling Mo looked down at the Shorty, pondering.

But he quickly noticed something seemed off about the Shorty’s mental state.

The small psychic light cluster hidden within his larger psychic light cluster had not disappeared with Yin Jie’s death. Instead, it was gradually expanding.

“What’s going on?”

Ling Mo became immediately alert. He glanced back at the pile of blood and flesh under the mutation panda’s foot, feeling a sudden sense of foreboding.

Yin Jie was clearly the direct commander of this operation. Could he have left some contingency plan?

“Hehehehe…”

Suddenly, a strange laugh came from the Shorty’s mouth.

The laugh was intermittent, with a weird tone, sounding like a stuck tape.

At the same time, the two psychic light clusters seemed to be merging, and the Shorty’s psychic power surged instantly!

An invisible wave of mental energy, which Ling Mo could see clearly, burst out from the Shorty like a storm, sweeping across the area.

Ling Mo immediately felt dizzy, and his psychic tentacle, which had condensed into a solid form, was instantly dispersed.

He plummeted from mid-air, but just before hitting the ground, a newly formed psychic tentacle caught him.

However, before his feet touched the ground, a cold light slashed towards him!

“Swish!”

The cold light hadn’t arrived yet, but the rushing wind had.

The stinging sensation on his skin and the immense pressure on his mind made Ling Mo feel an instant sense of suffocation.

A psychic tentacle hooked onto a nearby lamppost, pulling Ling Mo sideways to avoid the slash.

But the Shorty didn’t pause for a moment. As soon as the first slash missed, he used the momentum to flip in the air, and as he landed, the Broadsword was already coming in for another horizontal slash.

The cold light under the moonlight rippled like green waves—beautiful, yet deadly.

As the cold light reached him, Ling Mo suddenly leaped up, narrowly avoiding the blade, and kicked towards the Shorty’s chest.

Shorty leaned back, and the Broadsword in his hand changed from a horizontal slash to an upward thrust.

Seeing that Ling Mo was about to be cut in half, he had already moved horizontally a short distance. With his feet together, he stomped hard on Shorty’s face with a “bang.”

As he ascended, several psychic tentacles shot towards Shorty.

Shorty nimbly dodged a few times and then stood still, staring at Ling Mo.

Unlike before, his gaze now truly focused on Ling Mo.

Calm, almost gentlemanly in demeanor, if not for the footprints on his face and the two lines of nosebleed running down, which ruined the image…

Ling Mo took a moment to glance at the mutation panda. It had been affected by that burst of mental energy and had somehow ended up in the greenbelt by the roadside.

Now, its big head was stuck between two large trees, unable to get out, its round head swaying left and right…

“Ah… I’ve raised a fool…” Ling Mo sighed inwardly.

“As expected, you’re not just any mental ability superhuman.”

Shorty’s speech was smoother now, but it still felt like he was on a three-second delay, as if someone spoke in his mind first and he repeated it:

“This mutation beast, you have some kind of mental connection with it, right? Although I’m not good at probing weak mental energy, I sensed it for a moment just now. That explains why my plan initially failed. We didn’t understand the nature of your ability. You can command this mutation beast, can’t you? But every ability has its limits. I guess the limitations of your ability are either in number or distance?”

“Though you subtly missed one key point, you got almost everything else right…”

Ling Mo was taken aback for a moment.

Shorty seemed to think it was “command” rather than “control,” evidently based on the mutation panda’s behavior.

When it comes to “control,” people usually think of a puppet-on-strings scenario, where every action of the controlled entity is dictated by the Controller.

Ling Mo had indeed started this way, but after repeated experiments and practice, he had managed to maintain the connection without dictating the Zombie Puppet’s actions.

This didn’t fit the typical behavior of a Controller. Whether it was a mutation beast or a Zombie, only through complete control could they be fully effective in combat…

But Ling Mo’s situation was unique. He controlled his girlfriends not to use them as fighting machines but to be with them.

This was something difficult to imagine, even with the wildest conjecture.

Though Shorty had picked up some clues, he still hadn’t grasped the essence.

“You keep saying ‘I’… It seems you’ve completely taken over the body of this Cabbage warrior…”

Ling Mo sneered and said.

“No…”

Shorty (Yin Jie) shook his head and said, “It’s just a Fusion. From the start, I saw you as a formidable opponent. If you can catch Sniper Rifle bullets, then how useful can a Sniper like me be? So, I had to be extra cautious.”

“Fusion?”

Ling Mo observed for a moment and began to understand Yin Jie’s ability:

If the smaller psychic light cluster from before was a parasite and Yin Jie was the Progenitor, then there was likely some kind of bodily transformation ability between the parasite and the Progenitor.

“You call it Fusion, but your flesh has turned into that… Haven’t you just taken over your companion’s body?”

Ling Mo sneered again.

Shorty didn’t even turn his head, still staring at Ling Mo, and calmly said, “To complete the mission, a little sacrifice is necessary. Besides, this kind of Fusion is perfect for dealing with a mental ability superhuman like you, isn’t it?”