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At the entrance of the General's Office, the atmosphere was tense. Occasionally, birds flew by, tracing graceful arcs in the air before landing on the small trees inside the office, pecking at the insects nestled within.
For some unknown reason, the birds and insects had not been affected by the Zombie Virus, which had transformed many into Zombie Birds. In fact, they seemed to thrive, growing even plumper as they feasted on the zombies.
"Kill!" The three Superpowered Individuals at the entrance of the General's Office stared at the people before them, their hearts racing. Normally, dealing with a few individuals would be no challenge at all, but now they were surrounded, and escaping would require some effort.
Light Fist was the first to charge into the crowd. Next to his sturdy Tower Shield, long spears emerged, aimed directly at him.
However, Light Fist paid no mind. He gripped his hands tightly at his waist, and visible orbs of light began to gather around his hands, gradually transforming into a true Light Fist—his nickname derived from this very ability.
"Thrust!" The Pikemen shouted in unison as they thrust their spears forward. The sound of piercing air echoed sharply.
In a world brimming with Vital Energy, the sound of slicing through the air was even more pronounced and difficult to achieve. Even ordinary people faced significant resistance when attempting a thrust.
Yet this did not hinder the Firestorm Team members. Their training allowed them to harness their power against the resistance of Vital Energy; upon making contact with their target, their thrusts succeeded.
But they underestimated Light Fist's strength—or perhaps they underestimated the capabilities of Superpowered Individuals. When Light Fist unleashed his punch, they realized just how fast he truly was.
The gathered orbs of light represented his punching power. In an instant, that accumulated Vital Energy erupted forth. Light Fist's fist struck like a streak of light against the Tower Shield of a Sword and Shield Soldier, leaving deep dents across its massive surface.
In mere moments, three Sword and Shield Soldiers were sent flying, unconscious. As Light Fist continued to gather energy after his explosive attack, Old Ghost surged forward.
His speed was not remarkable; rather, it was peculiar—like a wisp of smoke gliding effortlessly through the gaps created by Light Fist's assault.
Long-range arrows seemed ineffective against him; he dodged them with ease. Even when an arrow occasionally struck him, Light Fist intercepted them all with speeds far exceeding that of ordinary humans. The arrows seemed to be drawn to him as if he were a magnet.
"Don't waste your effort! Against Superpowered Individuals like us, you're nothing but a bunch of useless chickens! Moreover, we are advanced Superpowered Individuals. Arrows are only effective against those who rely on Man-Eating Flower Essence," Light Fist declared grandly as he flicked his hand dismissively, sending arrows scattering chaotically.
They lacked precision and power; that was not Light Fist's intent. To him, tossing them aside was merely for show. By throwing them towards his enemies haphazardly, he could create confusion and allow himself to unleash chaos upon them.
Meanwhile, amidst the crowd, Old Ghost was making his move. Without any noticeable actions from him, he weaved through the throng with ease. In just a few turns, blood erupted from the necks of several individuals around him.
These were the new members of the Firestorm Team, who had just experienced their first real battle and met their end here.
Beside them, a comrade frantically thrust his weapon at Old Ghost, but Old Ghost truly seemed like a specter, barely touching the ground as he weaved in and out, taking lives with ease.
Behind them, Gunner appeared to have no abilities at all; he simply stared intently at the Revolver in his hand, steadying his breath.
Suddenly, he moved—slowly, as if in slow motion. The pistol rose gradually, and at that moment, Left Guard felt a chill run through his veins, as if he had fallen into an ice cavern. A layer of cold sweat broke out on his skin.
He wanted to dodge, to lie down, to find a place to escape this potentially fatal attack, but he couldn't. He couldn't even move his thumb, as if he were a puppet bound by strings, helpless against the impending shot. In an instant, death loomed as a Gunshot rang out from Gunner's hand.
How long had it been since he heard gunfire?
A year?
Or ten years?
Perhaps a lifetime?
He didn't know; all he knew was that these post-apocalyptic weapons had long lost their intended purpose—using them would inevitably lead to a misfire. That had become the law of the wasteland. He just never expected that the person across from him could actually use a firearm. And with such devastating power.
The bullet surged through the air like it was parting waves, first forming a massive vortex before disappearing from sight. It was upon him in an instant.
"Bang!" Just as Left Guard resigned himself to fate, a shield flew in front of him, deflecting the bullet mid-air before continuing its trajectory toward Gunner.
“Danger!” After firing a shot, Gunner seemed to wilt instantly, closing his eyes again to regain his composure and silently adjust his breathing. He knew he couldn't evade that shield. But he believed in Light Fist. He trusted this comrade.
"Thud!" Light Fist's fist collided violently with the shield in mid-air, causing him to stagger back a few steps while the shield spun around and flew toward Old Ghost.
"Die!" Just as Old Ghost was reveling in his killing spree, a cold gleam shot through the air—a spear, the Bright Silver Nine-Dragon Spear—its chilling light like vengeful spirits pursuing their prey, rushing straight for Old Ghost.
But Old Ghost was not afraid, not in the slightest. He completely ignored the spear and continued to slaughter ordinary people as if it were his right.
"Swish!" The Bright Silver Nine-Dragon Spear merely brushed past Old Ghost, swaying a few times in his wake before being pulled back.
"Hahaha! You must be Zheng Yifan! Did you really think you could attack Old Ghost? That's just a joke! It's absolutely impossible. Old Ghost's ability is nothingness; he is a void, completely empty. How can you attack that?" Light Fist laughed heartily, continuously mocking Zheng Yifan, who paid him no mind and simply focused on protecting Gunner from attacks.
Around them, the Sword and Shield Soldiers slowly advanced but could not get close. Anyone who approached was met with a barrage of punches. Even when they struck Tower Shield, it only left behind a series of dents.
However, Light Fist did not use any abilities that could send the Sword and Shield Soldiers flying; he only employed ordinary attacks, waiting for Old Ghost to eliminate everyone.
Meanwhile, Gunner remained under his protection. In comparison, Gunner seemed like a powerful weapon rendered useless; he was ferocious during kills but had the defensive capabilities of a cripple.
Indeed, this was true. Gunner had never excelled in direct combat; he prioritized his role as a sniper, defining himself as an exceptional marksman. He had always trained for accuracy and lethality, never considering his defensive measures.
Until now, surrounded by enemies, he had become a burden to Light Fist and Old Ghost. Without him, the other two would have long since broken free.
"Caw caw! Come on, keep chasing me! You will never harm me, while I can freely kill your subordinates. How does it feel to watch your men die one by one?" Old Ghost's words pierced Zheng Yifan's heart directly. Those were his elite subordinates; the Firestorm Team was his foundation. Losing even one was painful enough, let alone the more than twenty that had already perished.
And Old Ghost didn't even have a scratch on him.
"Caw caw caw caw!" As Old Ghost continued to cackle eerily, his figure seemed to be everywhere at once, blades glinting coldly as they danced through the crowd.
Strangely enough, although the flashes of light were swift, actual injuries were still rare; it took over ten seconds for someone to be harmed.
Once everyone realized that many were being attacked at their carotid arteries, they all shrank their necks and warily scanned their surroundings. Any shadow that passed nearby meant a knife or a gun aimed at them.
The gunfire was not for assassination but rather swung about carelessly.
As a result, Old Ghost's lethality drastically diminished.
Watching the figure of Old Ghost, Zheng Yifan fell into deep thought. However, he quickly pushed it aside; the threat posed by Old Ghost was gradually diminishing and did not seem significant for the time being. On the other hand, the destructive power of Light Fist was far from trivial. In just a short while, the Sword and Shield Soldiers had been nearly wiped out, their Tower Shields almost gone. If it weren't for the Gunner's presence, every time Light Fist attacked, the archers would focus their fire on the Gunner. It was likely that he would have already unleashed a massacre.
The Gunner was even more enigmatic. Although he had not made a move yet, Zheng Yifan believed that whenever he did strike, it would be devastating.
Zheng Yifan noticed a faint scratch on his Adamantium Shield. This shield was crafted from primitive Eidman Alloy, known for its indestructible properties. Even a violent explosion could not destroy it.
Yet this metal had sustained a scratch. Though it was extremely faint, it still sent a chill down Zheng Yifan's spine!
This clearly indicated that the Gunner's lethality was unparalleled. If he were to attack directly, it would surely result in a fatal blow. As for anyone else, they would be utterly defenseless.
This was a threat that needed to be eliminated. If allowed to shoot at will, it was likely that all of his captains and higher-ranking officers would perish.
"Light Fist, can you withstand my shot?" With that declaration, he fired his weapon, and a myriad of lights erupted.
Around the tip of the spear, countless beams of light seemed to swirl around as if the Bright Silver Nine-Dragon Spear had suddenly gained a soul. It spun wildly in Zheng Yifan's palm, moving so fast that it created a gust of wind around him.
This was the power of rotation, attacking Light Fist with drill-like speed.
Unstoppable, unavoidable.
That was Light Fist's only feeling; however, he had to move forward and block it. Otherwise, the Gunner behind him would be in danger. If he managed to stop this shot, Zheng Yifan would undoubtedly be taken out by the Gunner—Light Fist was certain of this!
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