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Zhou Tie emerged from the tent, carrying a heavy iron hammer used at the construction site. The hammer trembled slightly in his grip, its long handle marked with dried bloodstains.
Everyone who caught sight of him quickly stepped aside. Outside the tents of the Suicide Squad members, onlookers gazed at him with a mix of awe and fear, while those bound inside the tents could only watch with tears in their eyes.
They knew all too well what kind of people Zhou Tie and his gang were—nothing but scoundrels. Taking advantage of Zhou Tie's recent advancement to a Superpowered Individual, they wreaked havoc and bullied the Common Survivors, seizing their only food and possessions.
Notorious.
The battlefield had fallen silent, save for the sound of Zhou Tie's footsteps as everyone else had retreated.
They had absolute confidence in him.
A bicycle sped toward them from a kilometer away, truly flying—the tires almost spinning like fire wheels, ready to take off. The rider, Ruiguan, had a fierce glint in his eyes as he approached like a raging fire burning through the city.
This was his territory; if it were damaged, all his efforts over the past few months would be in vain.
A surge of anger rushed to his brain, causing his body to tremble slightly. His heart raced violently with fury.
With a loud "boom!" the ground shook as Ruiguan reached Zhou Tie. The hammer swung through the air and struck downwards, sending a wave of heat scattering in all directions. Even the burning gasoline was suppressed by the pressure and could not ignite.
With overwhelming force, a path opened before him. The hammer struck as if hitting something solid, creating ripples in the air.
With each step he took, deep footprints appeared beneath him.
He was gathering strength. No matter how tarnished his reputation was, power was power; the strength of a Third-Stage Esper was nearly unassailable.
Zheng Yifan was now almost within zero meters of him. It was truly frustrating that Zhou Tie didn’t act like a typical villain who would boast or ramble on before launching an attack; instead, he went straight into siege mode—this was hardly fitting for a villain's style.
Zhou Tie slowly approached the city wall and raised his massive hammer high.
He walked slowly, but his speed was astonishing. His body moved almost like a Second-Level Zombie, covering nearly a hundred meters in just a few strides. Zheng Yifan had already entered the battlefield, leaping off the side of the highway on his bicycle.
The bicycle soared through the air, accompanied by a blue shield on his left arm.
This shield was particularly eye-catching, as it shimmered with Blue Light, swirling with currents that formed smiling spear-like shapes above it. Suddenly, Zheng Yifan felt inspired. He swung his left arm into the air and landed on the ground, tossing aside the bicycle as he charged forward.
"Danger!" This was Zhou Tie's only feeling. A blue sun appeared in midair, and its immense Superpower sent shivers down his spine. He didn't understand what Vital Energy was or who Zheng Yifan was, but his instincts made him fear the blue sun hovering above.
At that moment, Zheng Yifan charged toward him, wielding a Silver Spear. His gaze was sharp as he aimed at Zhou Tie.
Zhou Tie was a Third-Stage Esper; despite the danger, he had his own methods. He raised the iron hammer in his hands and aimed not at the city wall but directly at the blue sun in the sky, swinging down with all his might.
There was no need for a target; simply striking at the air felt like tearing through an invisible fabric. In midair, layers of wrinkles seemed to form before those wrinkles were suddenly pulled taut and returned to their original state.
However, the unmatched force of wind was drawn by the corrected air, creating a massive storm that surged toward the blue sun.
Without an ounce of mercy, Zheng Yifan focused solely on Zhou Tie. He continued to advance without caring that the Blue Light of the Adamantium Shield grew brighter and brighter. Countless tiny blades of air, resembling Silver Spears, were unleashed in a relentless assault on Zhou Tie. The Adamantium Shield spun like a tempest but remained suspended in midair without moving an inch.
Thousands of Silver Spears descended as Zhou Tie braced himself, wielding his iron hammer like a whirlwind.
Onlookers held their breath; inside Ruiguan, tears of excitement filled people's eyes. That was their leader's shield. Although they didn't know why it hung in midair, they recognized it as one of their leader's weapons—a long-time contributor to their achievements.
Those who emerged from Howling Wind Gathering Place could not forget how Zheng Yifan had used the Adamantium Shield to take down hordes of Zombies with ease. The Survivors from Cat Ear Cliff could not forget how he led them up Cat Ear Cliff with ruthless determination during their bloody battles; they also couldn't erase from memory his overwhelming power during the assault on the resort.
Now, that shield had transformed into something even more terrifying. The so-called invincible Fellow from Third Stage Superpowered Individuals was now bracing for impact.
Just when they thought Zhou Tie could withstand the first wave of attacks, the Adamantium Shield moved.
Like a meteor or a shooting star, it struck at Zhou Tie with lightning speed. The human eye could hardly keep up as it hurtled toward him; surrounding heat felt like blazing sunlight, seemingly breaking through winter's barriers and ushering in spring.
Of course, this was merely an instant. Moments later, that meteor had already crashed down before Zhou Tie.
"Boom!" In a split second, Zhou Tie's hammer struck the Adamantium Shield. The immense force caused the shield to momentarily falter, followed by a series of tremors that made it spin off course. Finally, a powerful shockwave erupted, releasing the attack power of the Adamantium Shield prematurely. In mid-air, wild energy surged forth, a lethal force propelled by the unmatched strength of the Adamantium Shield.
However, it was deflected by Zhou Tie. Ultimately, the shield could only reluctantly drift toward Zheng Yifan, its blue light extinguished, resembling a defeated rooster.
Zhou Tie was not unscathed either. That last strike had nearly exhausted all his strength; he had to unleash it in an instant to withstand such a formidable blow. This was already the maximum power that the Adamantium Shield could exert at this moment.
Even though the force was dispersed by Zhou Tie, a significant amount still slammed into him, leaving wounds on his body like those from a fishing net. Drops of blood fell to the ground, staining the dry yellow gravel.
"That move was yours, wasn't it?" Zhou Tie looked at Zheng Yifan with a faint smile and continued to mutter to himself, "You are worthy of being my opponent."
With that, Zhou Tie gripped his hammer tightly and began to spin in mid-air, using his feet as the center of rotation, resembling a top. Eventually, even Zheng Yifan noticed that his feet had lifted off the ground, and the hammer radiated destructive power. The tremors destabilized all matter in the air, as if surrounded by an atomic bomb on the verge of exploding.
But Zheng Yifan had no choice; retreating would mean sacrificing Ruiguan. After all, they had come as bandits to Ruiguan and to the Hope Gathering Place.
There was no possibility of retreat—only forward movement and slaughter. If he could eliminate this Fellow, he would gain a brief respite.
Once his subordinates consumed the Second Tier Essence for advancement, he would undoubtedly become a crucial figure in Hope Gathering Place, amassing strength and even potentially absorbing nearby Gathering Places.
Yet Zhou Tie dared to covet what he had built and even sought to enslave his forces.
This was absolutely unacceptable. Even if it meant death, he had to eliminate the opponent.
In that instant, Zheng Yifan recalled facing that Mutated Zombie; compared to it, Zhou Tie was nothing but trash—less than trash. After all, that had been a parasite of a Zombie Lord, one that had undergone mutation and evolution and was likely a Third-Stage Zombie Fellow.
Such a monster had been defeated by Zheng Yifan; moreover, now he faced merely a Superpowered Individual.
Just a Superpowered Individual!
Zheng Yifan's spear swayed with the wind as he aimed to unleash Break the Thirty-Six Calamities with Guns and Wildfire Spreading.
However, as he prepared to execute it, images suddenly flooded his mind—every moment he had wielded the spear replayed in less than 0.01 seconds. Then his spear returned to its original form; it was just one assassination strike.
A simple assassination. There were no flashy moves, for this was the domain of Zheng Yifan. All those extravagant names and techniques were useless; in his eyes, there remained only one move—stab!
It was as if someone who had just learned the Shooting Skill was now slowing down. Zheng Yifan no longer charged forward recklessly; he resembled an old man biding his time, all sharpness concealed.
Only the spear slowly retracted, gathering strength.
At that moment, Zhou Tie's hammer arrived, still as imposing as ever, still unmatched in its ferocity.
But Zheng Yifan had only a simple stab to offer, a stab that unleashed all his power. Every muscle in his body, every basic cell, exerted force as he executed the move. It was akin to the effort he had once put into a powerful thrust, but this time he was not pouring all his strength into the spear with a reckless abandon that could lead to mutual destruction; instead, he was channeling his power outward.
The strength remained within him; the spear became an extension of his body. The thrust pierced through the air, breaking the sound barrier and approaching Light Speed. In this state, the Silver Spear compressed to just a few centimeters before seemingly overcoming an obstacle and extending to infinite lengths.
This was the power of time; by surpassing Light Speed, it transcended time itself.
A destructive force pierced through space and time, striking at Zhou Tie's chest without even breaking a bead of sweat.
At that moment, his heavy hammer hung in mid-air, merely a few centimeters from Zheng Yifan.
Just a moment more and it could shatter Zheng Yifan into pieces, even completely disintegrate him. But at this instant, it felt as if time had stopped. To be continued.
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