Yang Ying rushed forward in three quick strides, steadying the overturned motorcycle. The ape-man burst from the restaurant's back door, roaring through its teeth, one hand clamped over its face, revealing a single, blood-red eye that fixed on Yang Ying. {First Release.}

Yang Ying could distinctly feel the naked bloodlust and murderous intent radiating from the creature’s gaze. As he fumbled in the dead man's pocket for the bike keys, the ape-man broke into a full sprint toward him, simultaneously drawing the laser pistol from its waist.

“Using a gun, this is trouble!” Just then, Yang Ying found the keys, swung onto the motorcycle, and fired up the engine, ducking low over the frame to avoid a shot aimed squarely at his head.

Yang Ying pulled another pepper spray canister from his pocket and hurled it toward the ape-man’s head, accelerating forward with a burst of speed!

The ape-man didn't falter. Red light sparked in its eyes as the canister seemed to hover unnaturally before it, only to rocket back toward Yang Ying at twice its original speed!

Yang Ying instinctively flinched back his head, feeling the bottle whistle past his face shield before smashing against the wall with a thud, scattering shards of glass and a cloud of pale yellow smoke.

“This… is this psychic power?” Yang Ying’s surprise was immeasurable. He hadn't expected even an ape-man to wield the ability of telekinesis!

The motorcycle was just hitting its stride, yet the ape-man, relying purely on its legs, managed to keep pace, rapidly closing the distance!

Yang Ying glanced back, seeing the creature cover nearly two meters in a single stride, its leg turnover rate surpassing that of any sprinter he had seen on television!

The chase began—a desperate flight against a relentless pursuit. During the pursuit, every second dragged for Yang Ying; the ape-man behind him exerted immense pressure, feeling as if it could catch him the moment he eased the throttle.

Yang Ying clenched the throttle, pushing the bike to a strenuous twelve-tenths capacity, rocketing ahead!

Simultaneously, the ape-man fired three shots at the motorcycle, all of which Yang Ying dodged thanks to his acute perception—though this was partly due to the ape-man’s inability to maintain accuracy while running.

After three or four seconds of this, they reached the intersection a hundred meters ahead. The distance narrowed to under ten meters. The ape-man’s speed peaked, unable to accelerate further, while the motorcycle continued to pick up momentum.

Yang Ying was heartened to see the gap widening, but just as relief washed over him, he felt the bike’s speed subtly wane. A strange suction seemed to emanate from behind, pulling him backward.

Yang Ying looked back to see the ape-man’s face contorted in a snarl, its eyes blazing with a blinding red light that intensified, and with it, the pulling force grew stronger!

All the while, the ape-man was still running, already within five meters of Yang Ying!

“More psychic power! You savage beast, you want me dead this badly?”

Rage ignited in Yang Ying’s chest. Driven by fierce anger, he swiftly pulled the last pepper spray canister from his pocket and hurled it hard at the ape-man’s forehead. The canister rode the wave of the ape-man’s mental suction, its speed magnified.

This great monkey’s exterior suggested a primitive antiquity, but it was no fool; its intellect was fully on par with humans. Its innate physical strength, coupled with psychic ability and intelligence, had made them a major adversary to humanity across the solar system.

Yang Ying’s previous two uses of the pepper spray had put the creature on guard. Seeing the canister approach again, the ape-face sneered, shifting its mental focus from suction to repulsion, intending to shove the bottle back toward Yang Ying’s head.

However, the outcome defied the ape-man’s expectation. The bottle ignored its command; the psychic energy could not latch onto it, nor could the creature even lock onto its presence. Repulsion proved impossible!

A flicker of confusion crossed the ape-man’s mind, but it was too late. It failed to notice the faint red glow emanating from Yang Ying’s angry stare.

In a blink, the pepper-filled bottle slammed squarely into the center of the ape-man’s brow. A cloud of smoke mixed with glittering glass shards and blood erupted across that simian face.

The blood was the ape-man’s own. It was struck squarely, lost its balance, tumbled twice, and then curled up, hands covering its face, letting out a muffled cry. Though it had managed to close its eyes in time, the skin of its eyelids and brow bone were deeply lacerated by the glass fragments. The flowing blood severely hampered its vision, and the copious amount of pepper dust inhaled through its nose caused excruciating, sharp pain.

Yang Ying hadn’t expected such an easy success. He had only intended to briefly impede the creature, but the haphazard throw while riding the motorcycle had perfectly connected with the ape-man’s face—a true surprise. He remained unaware of the faint psychic energy he had unconsciously emitted.

The force of the ape-man’s powerful psychic push had unsettled Yang Ying and the motorcycle. He struggled to wrench the handlebars back, narrowly averting a catastrophic crash.

Once stabilized, Yang Ying immediately stopped the bike, drew his machete, and charged toward the ape-man.

While enduring the psychic pull, Yang Ying had deeply felt the creature’s intent to kill—unprovoked, purposeless, simply a desire for annihilation. Hunting humans seemed as ingrained in the ape-man as instinct, etched into its very bone, admitting no negotiation or communication.

Therefore, as long as this ape-man lived, it would never cease its hunt for Yang Ying.

Yang Ying began to understand: to survive, he had to eliminate this thing!

Now, with the creature’s face severely damaged, this was the perfect opportunity.

“I didn’t cross dimensions just to die! If you want to kill me, I’ll kill you first!”

Though blinded, the ape-man sensed Yang Ying’s killing intent and fired its laser pistol toward him.

Yang Ying dove low to the ground, dodging the beam, but the muzzle tracked him relentlessly. Wherever he moved, the gun found him. Relying on sheer brute instinct, the ape-man could aim with remarkable precision even without sight.

Fortunately, Yang Ying’s own perception was sharper. Though his evasive maneuvers were clumsy due to the lack of formal training, he managed to weave past every laser shot by mere millimeters.

The laser beams scorched past him, yet Yang Ying felt no superfluous emotions like fear or unease. His focus was absolute. Step by step, he closed the distance until he was beside the ape-man and swung the machete toward its throat.

The ape-man rolled backward, narrowly avoiding the blade.

Yang Ying pressed his attack, slightly crouching before lunging again, both hands gripping the machete, the tip aimed directly at the ape-man’s neck. The creature, still low, pushed out a hand, unleashing a surge of powerful psychic force that slammed into Yang Ying, shoving him backward.

Yang Ying retreated only two steps before a faint red light reappeared in his eyes, neutralizing the ape-man’s telekinetic push, and he lunged forward again.

Meanwhile, Yang Ying’s inner focus had zeroed in on the unconscious psychic energy he had been emitting.

“So that’s it. I have the ability of telekinesis too. No wonder I managed to throw that canister onto the monkey’s face earlier.” Yang Ying didn't waste mental energy contemplating the source of his power; he would have plenty of time for introspection after the fight.

Unexpectedly, the ape-man suddenly shoved the laser pistol back into its belt, drawing out a short metal rod. With a hiss, a bright, cylindrical red beam, about a meter long, sprang forth from one end—undeniably a lightsaber!

“Are we staging a Star Wars reenactment now? Even a lightsaber shows up!” Yang Ying grimaced internally. Facing a lightsaber with a mere machete—he didn't need to think hard to know the outcome.

The ape-man swung the lightsaber wildly through the air. Its eyes were slick with blood, forcing it to rely entirely on vague sensations to locate its enemy.

Yang Ying carefully evaded the glowing blade, slowly backing away while searching for an angle. His gaze settled on the laser pistol holstered on the ape-man’s waist.