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As he stepped through the gates of Han Sui City Gathering Place, a strong scent of blood hit him. The entire Gathering Place was in chaos, with crowds of people running wildly, and the ground was stained red with congealed blood.
Madness reigned as people, driven insane, wielded their usual weapons against their own kind. They had lost all sense of reason, consumed only by the urge to kill, caught in a final frenzy until they met their own demise.
The pressure had pushed them to the brink, and many were trampled to death. Bodies lay sprawled on the streets, frozen like popsicles, with no one to tend to them.
Initially, Zheng Yifan had found the streets relatively clean on his first visit. Those who endured a harsh life still clung to hope, but now their eyes reflected nothing but despair.
"Anyone who charges at the military formation will be killed without question. Personnel, take your positions immediately to calm the crowd. If anyone refuses to put down their weapons and waits for arrangements, they will be killed without needing to report!" With this command issued, a bloody storm swept through the Gathering Place once more. Fortunately, only those who had completely lost their minds were executed on the spot; anyone with even a hint of rationality was calmed down.
At the entrance of the Gathering Place, beneath the walls littered with corpses, Hope Mall began cooking porridge. Those who managed to settle down could receive food and bedding.
Clothing was a luxury for them; only some cheap cotton quilts were distributed.
This was already a significant blessing. Of course, it was not given for free; each person was required to help clear the bodies from the Gathering Place. Wrapped in their newly issued quilts, at least they could keep warm.
Many suffered from frostbite on their hands and feet. Zheng Yifan organized a collective distribution of ointment for frostbite so that they could apply it and avoid permanent damage.
A series of measures were taken to ensure that more people could survive.
The elderly and weak were separated out to assist anyone they could help. Naturally, the weapons in their hands were not mere decorations; each person was capable of decisive action.
Zheng Yifan led a group of over two thousand forward into an even more chaotic battle ahead. The forces of Division One were indeed numerous; fights involving hundreds of people erupted everywhere, resembling street brawls.
However, their decisiveness in killing was far beyond what ordinary people could compare to.
"Kill!" Zheng Yifan shouted as he pointed towards a group ahead.
About two hundred people were engaged in mutual slaughter. The Ice King Mercenary Corps had only a dozen members, yet even facing such overwhelming odds, they could still be considered slaughterers because half of them were Superpowered Individuals. Although there were no Nature System Superpowered Individuals among them, ordinary Superpowered Individuals were still plentiful. They wielded their Superpowers to decimate their opponents.
The lethality was completely disproportionate.
In front of Zheng Yifan, a Superpowered Individual was swinging a Machete with both hands. Each slash unleashed a force that transformed into a blade of light, cutting through opponents effortlessly.
The killing power seemed ordinary, but it was more than enough to deal with regular people.
In just a few casual swings, he had already killed twenty to thirty members of the First Division. This was merely what Zheng Yifan could see at a glance.
With nearly a hundred members of the First Division almost wiped out in less than a minute, it was at this moment that Zheng Yifan officially joined the fray.
The first thing that greeted them was a rain of arrows, followed closely by Zheng Yifan's figure. Wu Yingzhou was adapting to his Superpower, and two manifestations had already burrowed into the crowd. Li Ning stood guard beside Zheng Yifan; anyone who dared to approach would find themselves caught in a whirlwind created by his staff, reducing enemies to mere pulp.
Most eye-catching was Tian Ye, who had now risen to the Second Tier, truly embodying the spirit of rebellion. The voltage that had once only been sufficient to charge a phone could now absorb natural Electricity. After charging overnight with the village chief's generator, he finally managed to unleash his Superpower.
Each of his attacks manifested as Spherical Lightning, with all Electricity contained within. It would only wreak havoc upon striking an enemy.
It felt as if explosions were occurring inside their bodies.
However, he was very frugal with his Superpower, reluctant to use it freely. Electricity was too precious now; there was simply no way to replenish it. All the Electricity he wielded was not released but stored within him.
He resembled an enormous battery—capable of storing Electricity and releasing it in the form of Spherical Lightning.
Thus, when facing ordinary thugs, he only made symbolic attacks.
Yet even these few strikes showcased the might of his Superpower. That smiling Spherical Lightning would enter a person's body and explode instantly; in an instant, powerful currents would turn them into nothing more than mush. But what was most terrifying was the gravitational pull that erupted from it; surrounding currents seemed to form an electric net that attacked all living beings within its grasp.
In the blink of an eye, seventy or eighty people perished from this assault. Even Zheng Yifan could not compare to such overwhelming lethality.
"Kill!" Zheng Yifan locked onto a member of the Ice King Mercenary Corps in the crowd and immediately charged forward to pursue. This was the only hidden Second-Stage Esper among them.
On the surface, his Superpower merely manifested as weaponized hands, but the powerful weapon and the Vital Energy Fluctuation could not escape Zheng Yifan's keen eyes.
His eyes, sharp like a Wolf's, fixed intently on the field, waiting for an explosive moment.
Unfortunately, he never got that chance. In an instant, Zheng Yifan's spear pierced his neck, withdrawing before he could react with his two long knives.
Swift as thunder and fierce as lightning, there was no opportunity given. A few drops of blood fell to the ground, quickly freezing over.
The man's eyes were filled with disbelief as he watched Zheng Yifan fall backward. Just before hitting the ground, he softly uttered two words.
"Master!"
And then he breathed his last.
Master? Who was that?
Zheng Yifan's momentary confusion vanished as he rejoined the fray.
However, when he struck again, he realized what it meant to be outnumbered; nearly all of the surviving members of Team One had surrendered, lying flat on the ground. With so many people outside, they simply could not resist.
The Superpowered Individual who had just slaughtered them like vegetables was now effortlessly taken down one by one.
Once they understood the nature of their opponents, all the Survivors dropped their weapons.
It wasn't that Hope Mall held any particular intimidation; rather, they had no notorious deeds to speak of. On the contrary, they were well-respected and had not oppressed Common Survivors in Han Sui City Gathering Place.
On the contrary, even as those Common Survivors conducted their business at Hope Mall with a friendly demeanor, they never shortchanged anyone.
Now, having promised that they would allow them to redeem themselves and would not take their lives, they could naturally lay down their weapons.
In the apocalypse, some might fight for their beliefs, but certainly not the First Division. The core members of the First Division were not even here; they were like Mercenaries, driven by hatred and fear of the Ice King Mercenary Corps to join the battle.
With a better opportunity at hand, why not defect immediately?
Once they were detained, they were quickly bound together. Each received a Heartless Cotton Quilt wrapped around the ropes, forming a chain. The person at the front pulled the others along one by one to the back, where those who had defected earlier kept watch.
Zheng Yifan's manpower was severely lacking; only about a hundred were available to maintain order while everyone else had to join the fight.
After dealing with this group, they continued to advance for several hundred meters. In that short distance, there were still quite a few skirmishes, though mostly minor clashes among small groups rather than large-scale battles.
Most ordinary crazed Survivors were slain on the spot. The others obediently followed like chickens being herded to the back.
After all, there was food and clothing available in the rear, and gradually crowds began to gather in the outer streets to collect the bodies.
"Continue forward. Strike at the heart of the enemy; eliminate any foes encountered. If none are found, it’s fine; focus on the main combatants of the two major factions," Zheng Yifan commanded as he led his group onward.
The people behind him gradually fell out of formation. Each escorted dozens of individuals toward the rear and then rejoined the front line after handing them over.
Suddenly, two Superpowered Individuals appeared ahead. Clearly, they were members of the Ice King Mercenary Corps. They exuded a strange aura, their eyes cold and frenzied as they looked at Zheng Yifan with bloodthirsty expressions devoid of any emotion.
"Chief! Leave these two Fellows to me and Li Ning; we’ll catch up in ten minutes," Wu Yingzhou volunteered eagerly. He needed someone to cooperate with in battle; fighting alone would be concerning for his combat effectiveness, but with someone to engage, his power would increase dramatically.
Li Ning nodded in agreement. "Let us go out and warm up a bit, stretch our muscles."
"Go and come back quickly!" With just this one sentence, Zheng Yifan continued forward.
The two men saw Wu Yingzhou and Li Ning emerge, and without hesitation, they charged straight at them. One of them conjured a blade of wind that spun continuously in his hand, casually waving it to unleash a spiraling wind blade. The other moved like lightning, appearing as multiple shadows in the blink of an eye, and together they launched an attack on Li Ning.
"Get down!" Wu Yingzhou shouted, suddenly summoning two manifestations that struck at an empty space in midair without any visible target.
"Bang! Bang!" Just like that, what seemed to be a mindless attack landed in midair, causing the Speed-Type Esper to be knocked down. To others, it was unbelievable; however, Wu Yingzhou was a martial arts master whose skills had evolved rapidly after gaining superpowers. Dealing with these two inexperienced fighters was a piece of cake for him. Yet if he were alone, he could only use one manifestation and would have to retreat, not daring to unleash his full power.
This was also a reaction triggered by Li Ning's presence.
At that moment, Li Ning was not idle either. He thrust his long staff forward with great force, summoning a tornado that chased after the Superpowered Individual wielding the wind blade.
Both were using wind-based superpowers; however, Li Ning's manipulation of wind was inferior because his superpower was Duality. Even without wind, he could still exert influence, but it required hitting a target to be effective—something he could only achieve after advancing to Second Tier.
Nevertheless, the opponent dared not approach him. His own body was weak; he merely relied on the strange wind blades for attack. Upon seeing the tornado unleashed by Li Ning, he immediately sought cover, attacking Wu Yingzhou with reckless abandon using his wind blades.
Faced with Li Ning, he had no chance to struggle. Two Superpowered Individuals wielding the same power appeared; one would easily overpower the other.
Even the superpower he controlled could be used against him. Just like now, when his wind blades entered the massive tornado, they were assimilated by it.
The diameter of the two-meter-wide whirlwind expanded significantly.
As a result, he could only focus on attacking Wu Yingzhou.
At this moment, Li Ning stepped in front of Wu Yingzhou to protect him. The tornado surged forward, pursuing the Superpowered Individual as he tried to flee.
Only the Speed-Type Esper continued to resist stubbornly. However, his doom had already been sealed when he clashed with Wu Yingzhou. The two manifestations of Wu Yingzhou alternated seamlessly in their attacks; his moves were so powerful that they seemed to stick to him like glue, leaving no opportunity for escape.
As he was attacked by two manifestations simultaneously, he initially intended to dodge. However, the Palm Technique wielded by the first manifestation seemed to have a pulling force that ensnared him, while the other manifestation stepped in so closely that it unleashed a punch from just inches away.
The Half-Step Collapse Fist, an exceptionally fierce technique from Xingyi Quan, was one of the few fist techniques that Elder Wu mastered besides Bajiquan. Although his skill in Xingyi Quan was not as refined as in Bajiquan, he had perfected the Half-Step Collapse Fist to an extraordinary level.
This fist technique could save lives in the most critical moments, turning impossibilities into possibilities. It was a signature move of Guo Yunshen, a giant in Xingyi Quan, who developed it while imprisoned due to a homicide case after eliminating a local tyrant. With shackles on his feet and a collar around his neck, he could only take half a step, leading to the creation of the Half-Step Collapse Fist, which earned him fame across the land and the reputation of being unbeatable with this technique.
With a powerful strike to the chest of the Speed-Type Esper, both manifestations vanished from mid-air, and Elder Wu even broke into a sweat.
In that fleeting moment, Elder Wu had almost unleashed one of the essences of his fist techniques.
The Half-Step Collapse Fist.
Upon impact, the Speed-Type Esper merely felt a dull ache in his chest before losing all sensation. His body continued its rapid descent as he swung both arms fiercely at Li Ning. Then...
He was astonished to discover that he had indeed swung both arms; they detached from his shoulders and flew away. A wave of pain surged through his chest like a tide, followed by an almost euphoric sensation.
His body was flooding with Anandamide, while adrenaline worked desperately to save his life.
Unfortunately, it was too late. His entire upper body shattered as if torn apart by five horses, exploding under a dark force in an instant.
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