Ultra: Heroes Don't Ask Where They Come From

The smoke from his mouth dissipated, but no more smoke came out. The man looked towards the stairs, and a man who seemed taller in this era walked out of the stairs; "Who are you?"

As soon as he finished saying this, he shook his head; "I was stupid, but I never expected that I would be the least suspicious guy."

The person who came, Xia Long, raised his eyebrows.

"What do you mean?"

"There are only seven humans in Team Tucker. You, Manatsu Ryu, were chosen first, followed by Yamanaka Ichiro, Konno Tsutomu, Yoshimura Kozo, and finally Ryugoro who agreed to be the captain. Then there are Hokuto Seiji and Minami Yuko who made rapid progress and miraculously passed the selection with excellent results."

He put the cigarette down and stubbed it out in the ashtray.

"Of course, as a human woman, Noriko Mikawa could also be the object of the light body's possession. But compared to the two magical people who suddenly entered the Tucker team as ordinary people, the suspicions of the others are more or less light. As for you, as the best player of the former Earth...something team, sorry, I don't remember the name of that organization. Although you are the only one who survived the attack, you didn't arouse too much suspicion from us. We were surprised that you were all killed. Of course, the possibility of one person surviving also exists. In short, we originally thought that the light body should be in the body of one of Hokuto Seiji and Minami Yuko, but we never expected it to be in you."

"It seems like you guys know a lot about Team Tucker?"

"Haha, as long as you think about it, isn't this the normal thing to do? The difference between the levels is too big." He continued, and his hand had already put out the cigarette. He took his hand back and noticed that Xia Long's eyes swept around the table. "But I'm still curious, how did you find me?"

"Do you find you weird?"

"Although this is just my personal opinion and speculation, your civilization should be one of those with very strong individual strength, right? So the total number is very small, and the population should not exceed 700 billion. I don't see any traces of technology from you. Although you are the result of your technology, you probably haven't done enough research on other dimensions and subspace, right? Because I haven't found any related human signs at all."

He narrowed his eyes, crossed his legs, folded his arms across his chest, and tapped his arms lightly with his fingers; "Is your civilization level not high enough?"

Xia Long admired the calmness of the Yabo people as they talked to the God of Destruction.

[He is trying to bypass my false signal and establish a communication connection at the interdimensional level, but he seems to have realized that this place has been blocked by me, and his signal cannot be transmitted physically.]

Is there a possibility of interrogation?

[I highly recommend doing this. I can adjust his body structure to make his senses very sharp, but it's best not to do it here. It might take a long time.]

There was some excitement in the God of Destruction's voice.

[To be honest, I can get a lot of things from that. As a weapon, I need a lot of calibration and accessories.]

The Yabo said, "It seems you have other guests."

The other party seemed to have discovered that Xia Long was talking to someone he couldn't see.

Xia Long ignored the Yabo man and stared at him with dark and gloomy eyes, then slowly scanned the surrounding environment.

Xia Long noticed through the peripheral vision and subtle changes in the air that the Yabo man's body was tense, as if he was planning to break out, but he finally did not do so.

The Yabo people are certainly not stupid. If Xia Long is a light body, then his combat level must be very high. At least they can sense his surveillance from the fact that he is still in the possessed state. Maybe the owner of the body now is not Xia Long but the light body.

In other words, Zhen Xialong no longer exists, and his identity has been replaced by a light body.

If a real fight breaks out, even if he could summon a super beast at such a close distance, it probably wouldn't be able to save his life.

Xia Long also saw the purpose of the Yabo people to delay time, but he didn't care. Instead, he was thinking about a problem.

The second hand silently moved across a semicircle in a clockwise direction. The air did not change, but one could feel a distinctly heavy weight when breathing. Psychologically, the air around one became heavy, making it hard to breathe.

The Yabo people were truly aware that their lifespan of three million years was now in Xia Long's hands. This threat that could deprive them of their lives was right in front of them. They felt a kind of "heartbeat acceleration" that belongs to humans, and a feeling of panic spread from their chests, gradually affecting their calm brains. It was as if the blood was mixed with uneasy emotional factors.

He sat there silently, hoping for his companions' reactions with firm movements, and waiting for fate to knock on his door.

And Xia Long also decided a fact in this short minute.

【No interrogation.】

【No trial, why? 】

The Destroyer's voice was filled with surprise that even the strange tone could be heard.

Even the God of Destruction could not understand what Xia Long was thinking, but from the God of Destruction's perspective, he definitely did not think that Xia Long was kind-hearted.

[My purpose is not here. I just want to kill the intruder. Interrogation is an overkill.]

[If you want to kill them, wouldn't it be better to interrogate them to get their information? It would be more efficient and safer. Do you think this method is unacceptable? ]

Xia Long didn't even think about answering this question. He raised his hand and shot out something, which he had just learned.

The Yabo people immediately raised their hands to fight back.

The moment the Yabo man raised his hand, a spot of light appeared out of thin air on his arm. The light spot was almost like a grain of sand, and then it spread into a circular red light wall in the blink of an eye. However, the light wall did not block the fist-sized light bullet condensed from the black mist released by Xia Long.

The black light bullet hit the red light wall and immediately disintegrated and scattered, rushing in like a waterfall, and instantly dyed the red light wall dark. The black mist flowed into his arms along the light wall, and the light wall shattered like a mirror.

The skin on the Yabo man's arms was cracking, and it looked like small animals were crawling and screaming. The leaked black mist floated in strips without dispersing, like a group of demons dancing wildly.

Yabo felt a piercing pain in his left arm, as if it was out of control. At the same time, he really saw demons dancing wildly on his arm, and something was screaming. Those were the remaining souls and emotions of intelligent life forms. He felt that his left arm had suddenly turned into a demon's nest inhabited by monsters, and looked at Xia Long in disbelief.

"Fire!?"

The Yabo man's body twisted and tried to move, but a part of his body was resisting this idea. He felt a large amount of information washing over his mind. The information was insignificant in quantity, but it overwhelmed him in quality!

His body was shaking and twisting, but his head was held by a pair of huge hands that were also wrapped in black mist.

The man with black air wrapped around his body and the outline of a human body held the Yabo man's head with both hands. Only a pair of scarlet eyes were the only mark on his body, and the Yabo man was lifted up by the hands holding his head.

"Let go, you guy, who are you, who are you, why are you here!?"

The Yabo man kicked Xia Long vigorously with his legs, grabbed Xia Long's hands with both hands in an attempt to loosen them, and kicked Xia Long mercilessly.

But this could only make the black gas, which seemed to overflow but could not leave Xia Long at all, float around. Kicking his crotch or chest was useless. After realizing that he could not control Xia Long's hand, hitting that face with scarlet eyes was also useless.

The kicks made a dull sound, as ineffective as the prisoners' attempt to break through the rubber wall.

"Giving you a painless death is the only mercy I can offer you."

After the transformation, even Xia Long's voice automatically became low and strange.

"Traitor! Traitor! You should be exiled before the singularity. I will hate you, hate you, just like your polluted fire. You will be executed and die!"

The Yabo man cursed regardless and still tried to attack Xia Long, but he didn't know whether it was because this guy was not a warrior to begin with, but he was defeated miserably after Xia Long took the initiative. Xia Long could feel that he had completely controlled all the supernatural energy within this guy.

In the words of the Yabo people, their power itself is the "spark".

In the room, the sound finally came to an abrupt end with a crisp sound, and the flailing and kicking limbs also stopped.

The dark figure loosened his hand, and the body fell to the ground. The appearance of the man lying on the ground changed rapidly, and a strange scarlet alien face appeared again, lying on the log floor.

[I don’t understand.] The God of Destruction whispered in his mind;

[You don’t need to understand, you just need to listen. ]

Xia Long's purpose of not wanting to interrogate was not actually that well thought out. In fact, he was not that smart. After all, he was not one of those characters in literary works who were almost as smart as a demon. In order to make up for this, he became much more decisive in doing things. Xia Long felt that if he were a superhero, he would be at most at the Rorschach level in terms of ability.

But this is not the point. Xia Long just decided based on his intuition that he could not interrogate the defendant. Now, after thinking about it carefully, he also found some process for his seemingly intuitive thinking.

Although I have a deep-seated hatred for the invader, from another perspective, he is an "other" after all. Since he is an "other", in order to protect the invaded and not let my behavior go too far beyond the scope of "protection", I have to restrain my actions. If I join the interrogation, my emotions will inevitably be too much involved in this protective behavior.

This was the second Yabo person he had killed, and now he didn't even know what the Yabo people were.

Of course, invasion is undoubtedly evil, but if it is a matter between underground people and humans, that is, something that happens on Earth, then he will not care who invades who, because it is a natural change, a "competition" in the same dimension. But this is not enough to explain. Xia Long asked himself and finally determined that this is because this is a world that has nothing to do with him after all.

I fight back because I hate the invaders and their unjust actions, not because I love this world.

If he was a native of this world, then in order to protect his own world, he might have used interrogation, assassination, and conspiracy. Who knows? But after all, he is not.

Xia Long recalled what happened before he traveled through time.