Apocalypse: I Have One More Keyword Than Others

"Feng Qi?"

"He was severely injured by the Third Young Master just this morning; how can he still move around?"

"Not only that, but he spoke with full breath, not at all like someone who had been injured."

"Could it be that he was faking it this morning."

"Impossible, I personally checked his injuries. He was barely breathing at that time, and Dr. Hu didn't even leave any medicine for him. I might have made a mistake, but Dr. Hu surely couldn't have..."

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Hearing the surrounding discussions,

Duge couldn't help but smack his lips. What kind of humanity is this?

No wonder he suffered such serious injuries and didn't get a single dose of medicine. It seems he really was left there to die...

The Feng Family is really despicable. Is a sparing partner not a person?

If this is how they treat people, who would give their lives for them?

The evils of feudal society...

It's a pity.

The restrictions on the players' body possession are too high; otherwise, if they possessed the bodies of those nobles on the Martial Arts Stage, the start would have been much easier.

It isn't surprising to come to this conclusion. Feng Jiu had said that the disappearance of more than eighteen hundred people at the start were those who failed to possess bodies and were eliminated.

Both he and Feng Jiu had coincidentally chosen to possess bodies that were severely injured. This was probably not a coincidence; it's likely easier to possess the bodies of the old, weak, sick, and disabled...

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"Feng Qi?" Feng Yunjie, the Third Young Master, looked at Duge standing below the stage, his face full of surprise.

Feng Shiyi was more direct. He flew to Duge's side and immediately reached for his pulse point.

Duge instinctively dodged, but Feng Shiyi's hand seemed to anticipate his movement. With a slight turn of his wrist, he easily caught Duge's wrist.

Duge's heart skipped a beat. So fast, truly befitting of the martial arts world...

With his wrist caught, Duge didn't resist. He smiled and let Feng Shiyi examine his meridians.

Something was off.

He didn't believe that the Feng family would kill him without investigating the situation thoroughly.

A moment later.

Feng Shiyi released Duge's wrist, looked at his face, slightly furrowed his brows, and asked, "Feng Qi, your injuries?"

"They have already healed, Second Master," Duge answered with a smile.

Feng Shiyi looked again at Duge's face and said, "The important matter you just mentioned, is it related to the sudden healing of your injuries?"

"Yes," Duge nodded. "I would trouble Second Master to control everyone in the courtyard, not allowing them to move around carelessly to avoid leaking information."

Feng Shiyi was decisive. He turned his head and ordered, "Zhang Han, Liu Jing, the two of you guard the Martial Arts Stage. Without my command, no one is permitted to move about freely."

"Yes," two direct disciples of the Feng family replied.

The rest whispered among themselves, looking at Duge with increasingly strange glances.

"Come, let's speak inside. Please, Yunjie, you come too." Feng Shiyi looked once more at Duge's face, gestured with his hand, and no longer treated him as a mere sparring partner.

Feng Yunjie nodded, leading the way in front.

Duge was sandwiched between the two, one in front and one behind, as they entered the reception room next to the Martial Arts Stage.

Just as they entered the reception room,

Feng Shiyi suddenly extended his hand and quickly tapped several points on Duge's back.

Duge stiffened, his body tingling all over, rooted to the spot.

He tried to step forward, but his legs felt as if they weren't his own. His brain sensed the existence of his legs and issued commands, but the legs wouldn't move.

The same was true for his arms.

Is this acupoint sealing?

Amazing!

Duge exclaimed internally.

Easily subduing Duge, Feng Shiyi looked somewhat surprised. He stepped around to face Duge and asked coldly, "Who are you? What are your intentions with the Feng family?"

Feng Yunjie scoffed with derision, "Your disguise technique is indeed clever, it's just that you've chosen a foolish person to impersonate, becoming a servant on the brink of death..."

As he spoke, he reached out to grab Duge's face.

Upon grabbing, several scratches appeared on Duge's face, but there was no change, no mask made of human skin, nor any drug for disguise.

Feng Yunjie froze, examining Duge's face more carefully, and said in astonishment, "It's actually real."

"I checked just now; there are no traces of disguise," Feng Shiyi shook his head, looking intently at Duge, and asked again, "But you are definitely not Feng Qi. Who are you really?"

"I am Feng Qi, yet I am not Feng Qi," Duge said with a smile, seemingly unconcerned about the pain on his face, and spoke leisurely, "I wonder if Second Master has heard of 'body possession'?"

"Body possession?" the uncle and nephew of the Feng family said in unison.

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"The talk of ghosts and gods is nothing but a trick played by swindlers in the martial arts world, how could there possibly be spirits snatching bodies?" Feng Yunjie snorted.

"Third Young Master, just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist, otherwise, how do you explain 'me' in Feng Qi's body?" Even though his acupoints were pressed and his face was freely streaming with blood, Duge still smiled, maintaining a strong psychological advantage.

"Yunjie, listen to him," Feng Shiyi said.

"Talk is cheap, why don't I take you to witness something first?" Duge laughed, "You don't have to worry about me running away. Although I have possessed Feng Qi, I do not have his martial arts memories, and you can control me at any time."

Feng Shiyi glanced at Duge and pressed a few points on his body, releasing his acupoints.

"If I find you playing tricks, I won't hesitate to give you a hard time," Feng Yunjie threatened.

"Where to?" Feng Shiyi asked.

"To get something to eat, I will take you to see a miracle," Duge moved his numb limbs without hesitation and immediately backstabbed Feng Jiu.

Having tested the power of protection, of course, the power of backstabbing had to be tested too, and the most ideal candidate for a backstab was, of course, a partner.

Backstabbing is also a keyword. When used correctly, it has the ability to heal.

No sooner had he spoken than the wounds on Duge's face, caused by Feng Yunjie's scratch, scabbed over and healed within minutes. He reached up and wiped his face, and the scabs of blood fell away, leaving his complexion as before.

Seeing this scene, the nephew and uncle of the Feng family were both stunned, looking at Duge as if they were truly seeing a ghost, and their skepticism diminished somewhat.

This was especially true for Feng Yunjie; he knew how strong his own force had been just a moment ago. There was no medicine in the martial arts world that could have such miraculous effects, and no other explanation for such recovery abilities seemed plausible but the supernatural.

Feng Yunjie studied Duge's face and asked in shock, "Are you… are you really a spirit that has possessed a body?"

"What else?" Duge smiled slightly, "Don't worry, my mission is to protect, not to harm you."

"What do you mean by protect?" Feng Shiyi asked.

"Bring the food, witness the miracle that follows, and I will explain to you then. It will make it easier for you to understand," Duge said, "In summary, you only need to know that what I'm doing concerns the fate of the Feng family's future…"

The nephew and uncle of the Feng family exchanged looks.

Feng Yunjie picked up a plate of snacks from the table and asked, "Is this enough?"

"That will do," Duge nodded and turned to leave.

The nephew and uncle of the Feng family followed closely behind, maintaining their guard with solemn expressions.

The three of them made their way to the Martial Art Academy.

"What follows may overturn everything you know about the world, so try to speak less and observe more. I will explain everything to you afterwards," Duge said.

The nephew and uncle of the Feng family nodded.

"Wait a moment before you come in," Duge instructed, taking the snacks from Feng Yunjie's hand, he quickly took a few steps and entered his own room, "Brother Jiu, I've brought you something to eat."

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"What took you so long?" Feng Jiu pressed down on the tattered straw mat beneath him, eyes fixed on the snacks in Duge's hands, as he swallowed hard, "Quick, give me a bite; I can hardly hold on. Once I recover, we can escape this damned Feng family together."

With a smile, Duge handed over the snacks. Feng Jiu grabbed them and started wolfing them down, but after only two bites, he abruptly stopped, his gaze fixating on the doorway.

At the doorway, two silhouettes blocked the light.

The Feng uncle and nephew watched Feng Jiu gorge himself on the bed, then saw his wounds rapidly heal. How could they not understand what miracle Duge had them witness?

"Feng Qi, you betrayed me?" Feng Jiu quivered, looking at Duge with a ferocious expression and yelled, "Your keyword is 'protect.' Aren't you afraid of weakening your abilities by betraying those you're sworn to protect?"

So not acting in accordance with your keywords weakens your attributes!

Duge had just gathered another crucial piece of information, but he hardly cared. At the instant the Feng uncle and nephew appeared, he had already gained a new advanced skill:

Rear Eye: Those who betray others cannot be betrayed in turn; you possess a field of vision behind you.

The moment he obtained the skill, even without turning around, Duge clearly perceived the stern-faced Feng uncle and nephew behind him. It was as natural as having 360-degree vision, without the slightest discomfort.

With this skill, no one in the world could stab him in the back again!

Reveling in the pleasure of backstabbing brought him, Duge didn't mind Feng Jiu exposing his key term. He smiled and backtracked, "Brother Jiu, I haven't acted against my words. My current identity is as a training partner for the Feng family, and all I've done is to protect the Feng family's interests. Moreover, I have not betrayed you. I merely used facts to awaken you from your delusion. The martial arts world is vast, and venturing out alone is too dangerous. With the Feng family as our backing, we can enjoy the shade of a grand tree!"

"Feng Qi, you will pay for your actions," Feng Jiu said, looking at the silent uncle and nephew at the door. "Didn't your teacher tell you about the consequences of revealing yourself in the native world?"

Did my teacher really not tell me about the consequences?

Duge muttered to himself, then sighed, "Brother Jiu, my teacher only told me to adapt to circumstances."

Feng Jiu snorted, "Fool."

"Brother Jiu, go on, eat! Eat more and recover faster, then assist the Feng family with me. By making the Feng family prosper, we can gain the greatest benefits," Duge, turning his back on the Feng uncle and nephew, said earnestly to Feng Jiu, "Me, assisting you alone, wandering the world – we would be penniless. What fine things could you eat then? But with a family's support, it's different. Once the Feng family trusts you, you can eat anything you want, and you'll grow stronger faster, right?"

Feng Jiu paused for a moment, looking toward the Feng uncle and nephew.

Feng Shiyi hadn't quite grasped what was happening, but as a clever man, he immediately took a stance, "Feng Jiu, I can assure you, we won't make a move against you. We can collaborate."

"Good, I hope you keep your word," Feng Jiu mused for a while, seemingly resigned. He continued stuffing his mouth with snacks, murmuring.

As Feng Jiu's injuries healed faster and faster, the Feng uncle and nephew finally understood that what Duge had said was true. They exchanged glances, their eyes gradually lighting up with excitement.

Feng Yunjie asked, "Feng Qi, may we have an explanation now?"

"Of course, but before I explain, you need to restrain Feng Jiu first. I don't know how quickly he will recover, but since he previously wanted to flee the Feng family, we must prevent any unforeseen incidents," Duge nodded, stabbing Feng Jiu in the back with his words as though he hadn't been the one advising Feng Jiu just moments before.

Feng Jiu spat out the snacks in his mouth and stared at Duge, roaring, "Feng Qi, you son of a..."

Feng Shiyi trusted Duge more than Feng Jiu did; after all, he had the Sacrifice Oneself for Justice skill, which naturally reduced the guardedness of those he protected by thirty percent.

Without hesitation, he flashed over and pressed two points on Feng Jiu's chest, sealing his acupoints.