Just after Blade was led into the trap house, Cato knew Yang Ying had long been prepared for him. The facts had already proven that Yang Ying had not fallen for David’s brainwashing technique?

However, at this moment, he had temporarily set aside the issue of Yang Ying. All he saw before him was Blade, the one who had tricked him once and escaped his clutches alive!

"Blade must die." Even though Cato knew he was at a disadvantage, he refused to let go of the thought of killing Blade. "Now he only has this ant-like strength. Once he becomes a Master, even I might not be his match."

At this time, the entire restaurant had been reduced to ruins, with hardly a single intact table or chair. Various fragments were either dancing wildly in the air or scattered messily on the ground.

The two Masters and one Quasi-Master were suspended above the ground, their figures flickering through the restaurant like phantoms, punctuated by the sound of light swords and light staves clashing.

Yang Ying finally felt somewhat better. Although his body was still weak, it was much better than the initial feeling of powerlessness.

"How is it? Are you alright?" the Quasi-Master who had been providing protection for Yang Ying asked with a smile.

"Not bad."

Yang Ying pulled out a sealed syringe filled with green solution from his pocket, broke the packaging, and injected it directly into the femoral artery in his thigh, pushing the Super Healing Agent into his bloodstream.

"Is this the healing agent produced by your Trant Company? I've heard about it. The front lines ordered a billion units at once. This agent has saved many soldiers with external injuries, and even some of us Psionics have benefited." This Quasi-Master clearly held this healing agent in extremely high regard.

The healing agent was one of Trant Company's flagship products, possessing miraculous efficacy against external wounds. A single injection offered nearly immediate results, with injuries healing at a visibly noticeable rate.

Besides the military front, many hospitals had also placed orders. Trant Company had only been established for half a year, yet their net profit from selling just the agent was around a billion. With orders flooding in from everywhere, the current production sequence was booked out five years in advance, and as word of mouth spread, orders continued to surge.

Yang Ying felt a wave of warmth spreading from his thigh throughout his body. Soon, he felt a significant recovery, but the concussion and inner ear damage still left him somewhat dizzy. When he stood up, he felt unsteady and could only pull out another syringe from his pocket. After injecting another dose, he felt slightly better.

"Colonel Blade, this is no place for you. You should leave this platform immediately; the two of us will escort you out."

Two Quasi-Masters stood before him, working together to fend off various dangers coming from all directions.

The restaurant had long been riddled with holes from the fierce battle, with almost no intact ground or walls remaining. The menacing scorch marks testified to the power of the Masters and the ever-present danger of the battlefield.

Yang Ying touched his face; the wound had scabbed over and was no longer a major issue.

He observed the situation within the main combat cluster. The fight between the two Masters was still difficult to discern, and the Quasi-Master wielding the silver light sword maintained an exquisite, flowing swordsmanship, though he was occasionally forced onto the defensive by one of Cato's staff strikes. Cato’s staff attack, however, was utterly impossible to see clearly.

Although Yang Ying was intensely curious, he knew his presence was already causing significant trouble for those present. He started to speak, intending to say he would leave, but the battle suddenly shifted.

As the saying goes, prolonged defense eventually leads to failure. Although Cato was formidable, after thousands of exchanges, Master Garcia finally found an opening.

While dealing with the combined assault from Master Garcia and the Silver Sword Quasi-Master, Cato revealed the slightest lapse in his guard.

Though Yang Ying’s eyesight couldn't pinpoint the flaw, even standing dozens of meters away, he sensed a powerful psychic energy erupting like a volcano. Master Garcia unleashed a thrust that far exceeded his previous speed!

Seeing this, Cato roared, unleashing a psychic power output no less intense than Master Garcia's, blocking the thrust just before impact with a flash of his staff.

However, Master Garcia had been waiting for exactly this chance to commit his full strength. With a flash of his sword, he pierced through Cato’s defense at the weak point, stabbing his right leg!

Cato howled and stumbled back several steps, his speed immediately diminishing!

He spun his light staff like a windmill, dragging his injured leg backward, while simultaneously using his psychic energy to lift a pile of debris from the ground, attempting to impede Master Garcia’s advance.

Master Garcia, having labored through thousands of exchanges for this opportunity, was not about to let it slip away so easily.

He flashed past Cato’s right side. As their figures converged, a loud clang rang out—the sound of a light sword colliding with a light staff!

The impact sent both Cato and Master Garcia reeling backward like kites whose strings had been cut. A warrior’s strength derives from the earth, and with his right leg injured, Cato’s foundation was unstable, causing him to be completely overpowered by Master Garcia in terms of sheer force.

Cato retreated several steps before finally stopping. The blood oozing from the wound had already dyed his entire right leg red. As he paused, he lifted a few shards of glass from the ground to slow the pursuit of the Silver Sword Quasi-Master.

"Good opportunity!" The two Quasi-Masters protecting Yang Ying shouted simultaneously, also kicking up a few shards of glass from the ground and launching them like bullets!

The glass shards were sharp, making them superior projectiles compared to wood...

"Damn you," Cato raised his hand, suspending the glass shards in mid-air, and sent them back with double the speed. The two Quasi-Masters deflected them.

Taking advantage of the delay caused by the glass shards, Master Garcia pressed his attack with the sword. The phantom-like movements they had previously employed were an advanced combat technique only achievable by those with formidable psychic power, historically known as Suo Di or Shen Zu Tong. Yang Ying had seen David use it when he attacked before.

With his leg injured, Cato could still execute Suo Di, but it lacked the effortless grace it once held; he moved more like a hurried automaton compared to his former spectral presence.

He flashed toward the restaurant exit, but Master Garcia blocked him: "Trying to leave? Not so easily!"

"If I want to leave, I will leave!" Cato roared, unleashing an immensely terrifying psychic field centered on himself, shoving both Garcia and the Silver Sword Quasi-Master backward. He then plunged his light staff into the floor, using his left foot as a pivot to spin rapidly, slicing a circle into the ground before dropping through it.

The terrifying psychic field reached Yang Ying’s position. The two Quasi-Masters were blown away, let alone Yang Ying.

He slammed violently against the wall. If he hadn't used his psychic energy to shield his back, this impact alone would have snapped his spine, and this was only the residual shockwave after the two Quasi-Masters had absorbed the majority of the force!

The intense collision caused internal injuries to Yang Ying once more. Fortunately, he was heavily stocked with Super Healing Agent. Suppressing the dizziness that made him want only to sleep on the floor, he pulled out another syringe from his pocket and injected it into his thigh.

Master Garcia arrived at the large hole in the floor, turning back to the two Quasi-Masters: "Take good care of Colonel Blade. The two of us can handle an injured Cato."

With that, he and the Silver Sword Quasi-Master jumped into the chasm.

"Are you alright? Cato’s desperate struggle, this kind of maneuver isn't something he can use lightly; one deployment like that will likely require significant recovery time," the Quasi-Master who had been protecting him said as he approached Yang Ying.

"It’s nothing. The medicine will take effect soon enough," Yang Ying persisted in standing despite the unceasing dizziness. For him, this was a rare opportunity for self-cultivation.

"Your performance is deeply impressive, Colonel Blade. Logically, a talent like you should be prominent wherever you go, unmistakable like a point sticking out of a bag. How is it that I have never heard of anyone like you among the Awakened before?" the other Quasi-Master asked casually.

"Well, now you have heard of me, haven't you?" Sensing the subtle probing into his background, Yang Ying immediately became guarded.

"Don't be nervous, I mean no harm," the Quasi-Master quickly clarified. "I am merely curious."

"My origins are detailed in the official documents of the Trant Mercenary Group; there is nothing else to say."

Yang Ying did not wish to lie here. Psionics were highly perceptive individuals, and lying might reveal something. Therefore, he was speaking nothing but the truth.

Blade’s true origins were indeed recorded in the confidential official documents of the Trant Mercenary Group.

According to the file, Blade grew up in Gray Harbor, showing no sign of power until he joined the Trant Mercenary Group, where he was recognized by the commander, Yang Ying. Based on his Awakened status, he was granted the rank of Colonel, and Yang Ying even gifted him the silver light sword he carried.

Of course, these so-called official documents were highly classified, and Yang Ying would never surrender them even if the Mercenary Alliance came to investigate. Psionics, however, were different; they managed the archives of all human Awakened and thus required a fabricated background for Blade to satisfy their inquiries.

Creating an identity for Blade was not difficult for Yang Ying. Everything in Gray Harbor was under the control of the Trant Mercenary Group; arranging a person's history was simple.

There were quite a few Awakened who favored reclusiveness, so the two Quasi-Masters harbored no suspicions.

At this moment, with Cato wounded and having fled, the atmosphere in the restaurant relaxed considerably.

The probing Quasi-Master, seeing he could learn no more about Blade's background, shrugged and dropped the subject. He then turned to ask, "Colonel Blade, what was the purpose of your risky venture onto this platform?"

"The earth-shattering battle between two Master-level experts—I simply couldn't resist coming to witness it," Yang Ying replied.

"Even so, you must know your limits. After all, you only have one life. You barged into a Master-level confrontation, a place of near-certain death. Was it worth it just to watch the fight?" the Quasi-Master asked with a frown.

"For me, it was worth it." Yang Ying, after all, possessed more than one life.

"Is that so?" The Quasi-Master looked Yang Ying over carefully, scrutinizing him from head to toe. He then said, "If you continue this kind of adventurous pursuit of knowledge, and if you survive for ten years, you might reach my level, perhaps even ascend to the Master realm."

While he did not approve of Yang Ying's reckless behavior to witness a Master battle, a feeling of admiration simultaneously bloomed in his heart.

About ten minutes later, Master Garcia and the Silver Sword Quasi-Master walked back through the entrance. Garcia held an ape-man’s head in one hand and the hilt of a light staff in the other, announcing, "Mission accomplished."