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"Die!" Light Fist stood with his hands on his waist, taking a forward stance. His right hand quickly condensed a glowing spot, and in an instant, countless shadows of light surged toward Zheng Yifan, as if Light Fist had suddenly sprouted hundreds of hands.
However, Zheng Yifan knew that each punch shadow was real, without a hint of deception. Faint Vital Energy shot out into the air, only to dissipate quickly after leaving the punch shadows.
Zheng Yifan believed that if Light Fist were given a few more months to train and evolve, his Light Fist would become even more terrifying, with the punch shadows shooting out like a Submachine Gun, tearing apart any creature that stood in his way.
Fortunately, Light Fist's evolution had not been long; it likely succeeded only in the past few months. Thus, he could only accelerate his punching speed and strengthen the resilience of his hands.
At the very least, when colliding with Zheng Yifan's spear, as long as he did not face the spear tip directly, he would not suffer significant damage.
But would Zheng Yifan give him the chance to continue this madness?
The answer was no. Just as Light Fist was demonstrating his might, Zheng Yifan's gun transformed—it became more ferocious and crazed. Shadows of Gun danced in the air, but there was only one target: the center of Light Fist's forehead. The speed of the spear increased with each thrust, turning into a rain of bullets that crashed against Light Fist's fists like a raging tide before breaking through his defenses and piercing toward his brow.
"Whoosh!" Sensing danger, Light Fist retreated several meters like a shadow of light, positioning himself firmly in front of Gunner.
Meanwhile, Gunner had already raised his handgun. His target was Zheng Yifan; the gun slowly lifted as if it weighed a thousand pounds.
The pressure gathered like a tangible force pressing down on Zheng Yifan.
"Die!" Zheng Yifan swung his left hand, sending the Adamantium Shield shooting toward Gunner like a wave of light while he advanced rapidly. His spear pierced forward like Rainbow Piercing the Sun, aimed directly at Light Fist. Behind Light Fist stood Gunner.
He could not evade; he could only meet force with force.
As Light Fist's punch shadows flew swiftly toward Zheng Yifan, Gunner had already raised his gun.
"Bang!" A crisp sound rang out, and then Zheng Yifan saw the glint of bullets. Time seemed to freeze; the shadow of death loomed over him. He knew that his life hung in the balance at that moment.
Almost simultaneously, Zheng Yifan thrust the tip of his spear upward while lowering his body quickly, diving headfirst toward the ground.
"Whoosh!" In an instant, Zheng Yifan felt a chill wash over his head and sighed inwardly—this was it!
His body gently dove toward the ground. It felt as though his head had been jolted violently, rendering him momentarily incapacitated.
“Ha ha ha! Truly worthy of being my brother's right-hand man, this sharpshooting technique is indeed remarkably sharp!” Light Fist laughed heartily, his joy uncontainable.
As long as Zheng Yifan was dead, the entire Hope Gathering Place would almost become the meat they spoke of.
The entire Gathering Place only had the leader, Zheng Yifan, who was suspected to be a Superpowered Individual. From the earlier confrontation, it was clear that Zheng Yifan was the type of enhanced Superpowered Individual, with enhancements in strength, agility, and neural reflexes. As for that Shooting Skill, it was believed that Post-Apocalypse Zheng Yifan had learned it before. After all, Superpowered Individuals could only evolve their powers; no one had heard of anyone evolving their martial skills.
In the distance, Left Guard watched this scene through binoculars, tears streaming down his face. The leader was dead just like that? He saw a spray of blood erupt and, given the speed of the bullet, it seemed there was little hope for survival.
“Whoosh!” Just as Light Fist was laughing, a crashing sound came from behind him, followed by a piercing scream. Two halves of a body fell to either side at Light Fist's feet.
A shadow traced a circle in mid-air and returned to Zheng Yifan's left arm, slamming down onto the ground.
“Close call! Close call!” Blood dripped from the Adamantium Shield, bringing with it a wave of iron-like scent.
But for Light Fist, the blood had almost gone cold.
Gunner was dead? Gunner had actually died!
That was a powerful ally he had borrowed from his brother after much persistence. Gunner had made great achievements in the Ice King Squad and had even taken down two Fourth-Stage Zombies. To die in this unknown Gathering Place was unacceptable; even if he took the heads of all three thousand people in this Gathering Place to exchange for Gunner’s life, it would still be worthless!
He could almost feel his brother's fury rising within him as he looked at Zheng Yifan, his eyes filled with madness.
“No!” Old Ghost suddenly shouted loudly from among the crowd.
Light Fist’s body radiated light as Vital Energy surged towards him like a tidal wave.
At this moment, Zheng Yifan was slowly shaking his head. He tore off a piece from the hem of his clothing and tied it around his head.
What luck!
Zheng Yifan sighed. It truly was luck; if that bullet had deviated just a little more, his life would have been forfeit. A groove had been carved into his hairline where the bullet grazed him, tearing through several centimeters of scalp. It was so thin that he could almost see the color of his skull beneath. This was merely due to the Vital Energy cut created by the bullet; if it had penetrated directly, Zheng Yifan would have long since met his end.
It was truly a stroke of luck that such a powerful figure fell at his own hands. His Adamantium Shield had once again proven its worth. Just when everyone thought he was dead, he launched a sudden attack, managing to strike a decisive blow.
Otherwise, if Gunner recovered and took another shot at him, he had no idea if he could survive it again.
"Heart!" Suddenly, a warrior nearby Zheng Yifan charged forward with a deformed Tower Shield raised high, positioning himself in front of Zheng Yifan. In an instant, he shot backward like a rocket, brushing past Zheng Yifan before flying several dozen meters away, crashing down to the ground as nothing more than a pile of mush.
"Die!" Zheng Yifan shouted in anger, but instinctively raised his left hand to shield himself.
The Light Fist before him seemed to transform into something else entirely. It radiated with brilliant light, the white glow infused with Vital Energy surged wildly around him. His cells rapidly divided—one became two, two became four.
The speed increased exponentially, and the brilliance intensified.
It was unstoppable. Zheng Yifan could only feel that the Light Fist was overwhelmingly powerful; even as a Third-Stage Zombie, he felt completely outmatched. Yet against the Light Fist, there was an undeniable sensation of being unable to resist.
The Vital Energy on the ground seemed to merge with the Light Fist, crazily amplifying its power.
Behind him, Old Ghost shouted loudly, urging Light Fist to abandon whatever ability he was using.
But Light Fist ignored him and continued his frenzied assault.
"Thud!" A sudden cry of pain echoed from behind. Out of the corner of his eye, Zheng Yifan saw Old Ghost—who should have been unharmed—suddenly pierced in the left arm by a Pikeman. Blood sprayed out, but then Old Ghost's figure blurred again and he became impervious to further harm.
"Die! Die! Die! Die! You must die today!" Light Fist seemed to have lost all reason as he fixated on Zheng Yifan, attacking recklessly without regard for his own safety, abandoning all defense just to land a hit on him.
From afar, archers rained arrows upon him without hesitation; he did not evade as arrows embedded themselves into his body one after another. The arrows pierced through him and lost their momentum, gradually falling to the ground.
It was as if they were striking jelly; only a small amount of blood flowed out. However, countless arrows continued to rain down upon him until he resembled a porcupine.
Meanwhile, Zheng Yifan struggled to keep up. His left hand clutched the Adamantium Shield—it had become his last line of defense. With each step of Step of the Divine Path, he danced between positions, dodging Light Fist's attacks while using the Adamantium Shield to block nearly all unavoidable strikes. Yet he still took punches now and then.
Each punch was ferociously powerful, delivering hundreds of pounds of force that threatened to shatter his bones. If it weren't for the Super Soldier Gene gradually healing his injuries and the Vital Energy he'd begun cultivating nourishing him slowly, he would have long been reduced to dust by Light Fist's relentless blows.
It was only through all his efforts that he managed to achieve this. To think he could evade all the attacks of the Light Fist was nothing short of a joke. In a single breath, the speed of the Light Fist's punches reached dozens per second, and now it was only getting faster. The time an arrow lingered on him was decreasing rapidly.
His body slowly began to approach a state of luminescence, his face melting away like candle wax, transforming into pure light, and his form gradually lost its human shape.
"Deactivate the Light Emperor form! Otherwise, you will be finished! A Superpowered Individual who hasn't reached the Fifth Level absolutely cannot use their ultimate power. Don't you understand?" Old Ghost floated beside Light Fist like a wraith, shouting loudly in his ear.
Light Fist seemed oblivious, only roaring in anguish as he attacked Zheng Yifan, "Anyway, when I get back, my brother won't let me off the hook. I might as well risk my life to avenge Gunner!"
With that, Light Fist's speed increased even further, and his body appeared to be turning transparent.
Old Ghost pondered for about half a second before gritting his teeth as if making a decision. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed Light Fist, pulling him forcefully backward.
Light Fist's body slowly began to regain its human shape as the mist surrounding Old Ghost enveloped him, suppressing his nearly dissipating form.
At that moment!
A spark of inspiration flashed in Zheng Yifan's mind. The spear in his right hand seemed to have a mind of its own, glimmering like stars before returning to its original position.
As if nothing had happened, Old Ghost continued dragging Light Fist backward, their bodies flickering in and out of visibility as he held onto Light Fist's arm.
A rain of arrows scattered chaotically around Old Ghost under the guidance of his aura, while on the ground, drops of blood inexplicably appeared beneath Light Fist's shadow, gradually forming what seemed like a small pool.
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