Heart of the Butterfly was prepared for death, her heart as grey as ashes. Sometimes, when one's life is about to end, things can appear quite trivial. Feeling the breeze brush past her, she dazedly opened her eyes only to find the clenched fist of the black-clad warrior merely centimeters away from her cheek. "You... aren't going to kill me?" she stammered.

Feng Yi struggled to restrain his punch, ultimately sighing heavily. He was normally clear-headed, not easily swayed by the bitterness of hate. His actions had nothing to do with kind-heartedness. On the contrary, he was not a virtuous person; rather, he was concerned with the matter at hand itself. Could defeating the Heart of the Butterfly really expose the true criminal? After all, she was just a pawn manipulated by the backstage mastermind.

Before that, he needed to glean more clues from the Heart of the Butterfly. It was best to turn her over to the officials for questioning. With her current physical condition, escaping was absolutely impossible.

And now, what he needed to do was to hastily leave. Feng Yi did not want Francis, the Ancient Martial Arts Hall, or even himself to be implicated in this matter. He was a simple man by nature, with an inherent dislike for constraints. He'd rather not go through the trouble of being interrogated by a bunch of bureaucrats.

With this in mind, Feng Yi pulled back his fist and turned it into a swift chop at the Heart of the Butterfly's neck. She fell to the ground unconscious and he swiftly took off.

The crowd was in an uproar. Everyone looked at each other, faces blank with shock and disbelief. The whole scenario was surreal; they could hardly believe that the notorious Heart of the Butterfly had been so quickly and easily defeated. The whole thing had taken mere minutes.

Was it real? The speed of their fight was too fast for the naked eye to catch, and people were still caught up in the aftermath, unable to shake off the shock.

One man tentatively asked, "This isn't a film set, is it?" His question was met with uncomfortable silence. The bloodstains on the ground testified to the fact that the fight was anything but staged.

Confused, Old Li held the microphone, unsure of what to say. He had even signaled the camera crew to get a close-up of the black-clad warrior, but Feng Yi had retreated so swiftly, his figure was nowhere to be found within moments.

In the bustling streets of Alpha, a dark shadow moved like lightning, swiftly disappearing into the crowd. To help him conceal his tracks, Feng Yi used every evasive maneuver he knew: stealth, swift retreat, and zigzagging. He was unpredictable and adept at avoiding surveillance cameras.

Sometimes he would appear in crowded commercial areas, sometimes in deserted, underdeveloped ones. He was like a wild horse, untamed and uncontrolled.

The intelligence officers tracking Feng Yi through the Sky Eye were taken aback as they followed his movements. Reports were sporadically transmitted back to their command center.

"Sky Eye 752 lost sight of the target."

"Report: The target has vanished."

"Report..."

"Are you all incompetent? You can't even keep an eye on one person?" A slam against the desk echoed with fury through the command center.

Some of the intelligence officers made faces. This wasn't the first time this had happened. Hadn't they lost the Heart of the Butterfly before this?

The problem was, the black-clad warrior was noticeably faster than the Heart of the Butterfly. His movements were not modeled after any pre-existing patterns, but instead relied solely on his military skills for tactical evasion. These textbook moves had no easily identifiable patterns, which set him apart from others.

Now, as Feng Yi swiftly dashed through the buildings, it seemed more like he was venting his frustrations.

Indeed, he didn't know when it started, but he had become so indecisive. He had lost face in front of Francis and Gandalf, the master of the Ancient Martial Arts Hall. Moreover, he had disappointed his deceased grandfather, Lasso. Just when Heart of the Butterfly was within reach, he let her go in order to uncover the real culprit. His anguish was like a sharp blade, relentlessly stabbing into his heart.

In the gloomy weather, with fine rain falling, Feng Yi was trying to recuperate. He let the icy rain hit his face, his body moving like a swift wind without resting. It wasn't until he had no strength left to continue that he stopped, delivering a fierce punch to the ground. An immediate thunderous sound followed, and a spider-web shaped crack rapidly spread out from where his fist had struck.

He slowly rose up, and after swaying for a few steps, fell back down. Lost, he tightly gripped the Space Crystal passed down to him by Lasso. For the moment, Feng Yi just wanted to enjoy this tranquility and solitude.

As time passed, the drizzling rain had turned into a downpour. Feng Yi did not care about the discomfort brought by his soaked clothes; instead, he immersed himself in fragments of past memories.

He later realized that he had been avoiding all the problems he was unwilling to face. Only after he had lost everything and cherished his remaining precious memories, it was then that he became unassailable.

He carried another inheritance from his dear relatives, a force stronger than an ordinary person's. A legacy that allowed him to be proud, which had become an inescapable responsibility tied to Feng Yi, for the sake of redemption.

Yes, with great ability comes great responsibility. Feng Yi had never forgotten Lasso's teachings. He would fulfill his tenet his own way, his stand had never altered, and his faith wouldn't crumble. Touching the depth of his soul, Feng Yi didn't consider himself a good man. However, he was someone who paid attention to the crux of a matter and acted according to his true feelings. When that adherence rose to another level, he believed the rebirth from the cocoon would make him a transformed person.

Suddenly, Feng Yi laughed. What reason did he have to avoid all this? Any attempts of self-justification were nothing more than lame excuses and not worth mentioning in the first place.

The sunset was most beautiful, but it was almost dusk. Looking at the vibrant red skies, the hard-earned rainbow in the sky caught his eye.

As footstep sounds were drawing closer, Feng Yi smelled a fragrant aroma approaching. The number of pedestrians on the street was gradually increasing.

However, the footsteps stopped right next to him, which was surprising. He did not want to be mistaken for a beggar again.

Feng Yi glanced back and found Sheng Qiangwei standing there, scrutinizing him coldly. She held a small umbrella and was dressed in a white school uniform paired with black shoes, tapping rhythmically and offering a pleasing sight. Although, this long-haired girl seemed more serious than when they had first met at the Ancient Martial Arts Hall.

"Yo," Feng Yi greeted with a smile.

Sheng Qiangwei suddenly seemed perplexed, inadvertently replying with a 'Huh?' Today seemed to be off. The quiet man she used to know was now striking up a conversation. It was decidedly out of character.

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