### **Chapter 92: The Shapeshifter's Secret**
The chapter continues with Vincent deep inside Wang's memory, the scene unfolding like a vivid, haunting dream. Wang stands in front of his house, his voice sharp as he addresses the mysterious figure. "Who are you?" he demands, his tone laced with suspicion.
The figure doesn't respond immediately. Instead, a pale man steps forward, his face eerily calm. "Hello," he says, his voice smooth but unsettling. Wang's eyes narrow. "What are you looking for?"
The man smiles faintly. "I'm looking for one of the tournament participants. The one you fought in the last round—the tag team battle. His name is Sakamoto. Do you know where I can find him?"
Wang shakes his head, his expression guarded. "I don't know where he is."
The figure chuckles, a low, menacing sound. "How come you've got hands? If I remember correctly, Sakamoto completely destroyed your arms during the fight." Having done his research he was certain of what he was saying.
Wang glances at his hands, flexing his fingers. "Oh, this?" he says with a laugh. "My ability lets me regenerate. Blood manipulation. I can fix myself up pretty easily. It's no big deal."
The figure tilts his head, his smile widening. "That's a handy ability you've got there." He pauses, his gaze piercing. "Why are you looking for Sakamoto? Got a problem with him?"
The man's expression darkens. "The problem isn't with Sakamoto. It's with me."
Wang frowns. "What do you mean?"
The figure steps closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I want to know everything you know about Sakamoto. His habits, his abilities, his weaknesses."
Wang shakes his head again. "I don't know anything. I only met him at the tournament."
The figure chuckles again, but this time, there's no humor in it. "That's not what I mean." Before Wang can react, the figure blurs out of sight, his speed so fast it's almost imperceptible. Vincent, watching from within Wang's memory, feels a chill run down his spine. The figure's speed is beyond anything he's ever seen.
Back in the hospital room, Mujin and Frozen exchange worried glances as Vincent's body tenses, his face contorting in fear. Inside the memory, the figure reappears, his hand gripping Wang's head and lifting him off the ground. Wang struggles, but it's no use. An extra hand extends from the figure's spinal cord, its fingers morphing into a blade made of bone. With a swift *SLICE*, the blade cuts through Wang's skull, exposing his brain.
Vincent's breath hitches as he watches the horrifying scene unfold. The figure leans closer, his voice a low murmur. "Perfect. Now all I have to do is eat part of it and gain access to everything you know and have seen." He smiles, his teeth glinting in the dim light. "This way, I can replicate exactly what he looks like in perfection."
The figure takes a bite of Wang's brain, the sound of chewing echoing in Vincent's mind. Suddenly, the figure's eyes snap forward, as if he can see Vincent watching. Vincent's heart races as he tries to pull out of the memory, but the figure lunges at him, his bone blade slicing through the air with a *WHOOSH*.
Back in reality, Vincent gasps, his body jerking as he breaks free from the memory. He collapses to his knees, sweat pouring down his face. Mujin and Frozen rush to his side, their expressions filled with concern. "What happened?" Mujin demands, his voice urgent.
Vincent struggles to catch his breath, his hands trembling. "He… he's still fighting to stay alive in there," he says, pointing to Wang. "But what I saw… it's worse than we thought."
Mujin's eyes narrow. "What did you see?"
Vincent explains the figure's ability, his voice shaking. "He's the Shapeshifter. He came to Wang to steal his memories of Sakamoto. That's how he replicates someone—by consuming part of their brain and accessing their memories. He's after Sakamoto and he's no joke ."
Mujin's jaw tightens. "So that's how the attack happened. He used Sakamoto's form to cause destruction and went for the killing of the Emperor " He turns to Vincent. "Can you give us a description of the figure?"
Vincent nods, his breathing still ragged. "My ability doesn't just let me see memories. It allows me to recreate what I've seen." He grabs a blank sheet of paper, placing his hand on it. His Shen flows like ink, forming lines and shapes as if guided by an invisible pen. The drawing takes shape—a face, young and sharp-featured, with cold, calculating eyes.
Vincent hands the paper to Mujin, who stares at it, his expression darkening. "Rokky," he mutters, his voice heavy with recognition.
Frozen's eyes widen. "Rokky? The hunter who was banished? I thought he was imprisoned in Russia at the Nagurskoye base."
Mujin nods, his face grim. "He was. But if he's here now, it means he escaped. Probably during the attack by The Ten." He clenches his fists. "We need to fix this. Fast."
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Meanwhile, on the floating island, Sakamoto sits with Dinesh, Jayesh, and Rajesh. The atmosphere is calm, but the tension is palpable. Jayesh unrolls an ancient scroll, its surface covered in intricate writings and diagrams. "There's another way to use Shen blocking," he explains. "Indirectly, but effectively."
Sakamoto leans forward, his curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?"
Jayesh points to the scroll. "This technique allows you to access a shadow version of yourself—one that exists in another realm, not this reality. In situations where you're restricted or not , your shadow can attack using the Shen blocking technique. We call it the Shadow Clone Technique."
As Jayesh explains, the floating island begins to tremble, the ground shaking with a low *RUMBLE*. The tremors stop as quickly as they started, but the tension remains. In the Holy City, Headless stands at the edge of the lockers house directly where they had vanished from, his hands tearing through the fabric of reality with a deafening *RIP*. His headless horse stands beside him, its wings beating with a rhythmic *WHOOSH* as he prepares to breach the sanctuary.
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