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The Crimson Qipao clung to her form, adorned with a Golden Phoenix Pattern that shimmered brilliantly. Yet, it could not compare to the allure hidden beneath, where her smooth, pale thighs peeked out from the side of the dress, releasing faint waves of warmth into the cold air.
It was evident that the fierce attack moments ago had not been as effortless as it appeared.
In a Post-Apocalypse scenario, even mechanical means would struggle to sustain such prolonged fire; the gun barrel would become hotter than a red-hot iron and could even warp severely.
The explosive force brought by Millimeter Bullets was simply too powerful. This beauty stood on the wooden platform, seemingly fragile and vulnerable. Indeed, without firearms or weapons, she would be unable to defeat even an ordinary strong man. She belonged to a very special group among Superpowered Individuals, known as Puppet Masters if they emerged during the first evolution.
But now, they were referred to as Gunsmiths.
“Hey! Clean yourself up properly; I’m still waiting for you to warm my bed, hahahaha!” Ice King joked loudly but did not make any further moves against her.
Li Li was a woman who inspired fantasies of conquest, her vibrant popularity and charm impossible to ignore.
At least that was how Zheng Yifan felt at this moment. From thousands of meters away, nearly out of sight, he shivered involuntarily, goosebumps rising on his skin. Straining his eyes towards the farthest point, he spotted a figure no larger than an ant—a beautiful woman standing there. He couldn’t make out her features or discern who she was, but he could feel the aura and grace emanating from her as her silhouette traced an S-shaped curve in Zheng Yifan’s vision.
Then, he witnessed a series of freezing breaths erupting forth, urging him to move forward more quickly.
Of course, this did not hinder his eating endeavors. He had already begun to pull out Energy Bars from his Storage Space in packs and was chewing them vigorously.
Though these bars provided immense energy and stamina replenishment, their only downside was that they stuck to his teeth and required considerable effort to chew.
In the core area, Ice King had begun preparations to deal with Luo Yaoyang. The icy walls were melting away, transforming into frosty currents swirling around Ice King.
Now was the time when Ice King’s power was at its peak; Li Li could not contend with him. When it came time for action, she could only observe Luo Yaoyang’s abilities.
Luo Yaoyang strode forward, holding the Octagonal Golden Melon in both hands, a figure of confidence and power. The Enhanced Esper was not someone an ordinary person would encounter, not even the Ice King, who had to prepare himself for the confrontation.
However, the icy aura emanating from the Ice King was overwhelmingly powerful, constantly probing Luo Yaoyang's resolve.
"I won't give you a chance to repent. I initially didn't want to engage, but now that we've reached this point, I must fight you to the death. Otherwise, how can I command respect? How can I gather such a following again?" Luo Yaoyang's face darkened as he swung the Octagonal Golden Melon forcefully forward.
The distance was over ten meters, yet Luo Yaoyang closed the gap in just a few leaps.
The Ice King braced himself, conjuring layers of thin ice barriers in mid-air with his icy breath. Each layer diminished the impact of Luo Yaoyang's attack.
As the assault slowed down, the Ice King had already repositioned himself and drew his weapon—a longbow.
With a swift motion, he nocked an arrow and aimed directly at Luo Yaoyang. In quick succession, seven or eight arrows were released. Their power was unmatched; the cold air around them was being absorbed as the temperature nearby rose to several degrees.
This was not a warming trend; it was an intensification of coldness. The chilling air was merely being absorbed by those arrows.
"If it weren't for this cold air, you would have been dead long ago," Luo Yaoyang murmured as he danced with the Octagonal Golden Melon.
The moment his weapon struck the arrows, they would be encased in ice. He quickly retracted his weapon before the frost could invade it.
In mid-air, the cold currents absorbed moisture from the surrounding air, forming a massive ice block measuring about one cubic meter. When it crashed to the ground, it created a frozen expanse of over ten square meters.
The power of ice erupted forth, intensifying in the frigid winter air.
Unyielding and relentless, the Ice King continued to shoot arrows. This level of attack could be unleashed indefinitely without any sign of fatigue on his part.
But for Luo Yaoyang, it was a disaster. He was straining to lift a pair of giant hammers that weighed almost a ton, and the physical exertion was evident.
However, an Enhanced Esper without weapons was nothing more than a useless person.
Was Luo Yaoyang useless? Clearly not; he had weapons and immense strength.
Faced with the relentless assault of the Ice King, Luo Yaoyang could only block each attack, dodging when possible and bracing himself when he couldn't, all while searching for an opportunity to strike.
Time ticked by, and just a few minutes later, the opportunity arrived!
In the distance, a white light shot toward the Ice King.
The sudden attack startled the Ice King, who hurriedly jumped to evade it. The white light grazed his feet before vanishing without a trace.
"Now's my chance!" Luo Yaoyang roared in his heart. He stomped his legs on the ground, propelling himself into the air. Gripping the Octagonal Golden Melon that shone with dazzling light, he descended like a falling comet, bringing down tremendous force aimed at the Ice King's head.
"Comet Fall!" Luo Yaoyang shouted fiercely, his voice echoing with the promise of imminent victory.
Swish! Crash! Two consecutive strikes hit the Ice King almost simultaneously. The white light returned just in time to slice through him, inflicting significant damage. But the most terrifying aspect was Luo Yaoyang's attack; the powerful Vital Energy combined with the weight of the two Octagonal Golden Melons created an explosion akin to a nuclear blast. A violent whirlwind surged within a ten-meter radius, and the explosive force instantly created a deep crater in the ground, surrounded by spreading pits.
Yet this was not the most critical part; the most important thing was the Ice King.
At that moment, the Ice King had been struck by both attacks. However, his form was bizarre; it shattered like an ice sculpture into countless fragments of frost before reassembling once again.
"Stop playing these childish games; they won't work on me. In winter, I am invincible. Accept your death. I will take over your assets and make your powerful subordinates mine, especially Li Li; I will treat her well." The Ice King's sinister voice echoed in the air as he reformed into his original shape.
What had just been shattered was clearly a statue. The cold air in the sky returned, and the Ice King still existed in the world.
"Child, I truly underestimated you. I don't know how powerful the Night Demon's move is, but it is undoubtedly extraordinary. Even I might not be able to successfully kill him, yet now, you let him die so inexplicably." The Ice King looked coldly at Zheng Yifan, who was striding over from a distance.
However, his current appearance was quite unremarkable; he was holding a pig trotter that was larger than his face and devouring it with great relish.
Anyone could hear the sound of swallowing in their throats.
Even Luo Yaoyang was no exception. Despite being the leader of Han Sui City Gathering Place, there were only a dozen breeding pigs in the Farming Area. He couldn't bear to eat them himself and had been waiting for the next generation of pigs to grow up before indulging. Now, this fellow across from him was casually gnawing on a huge pig's trotter, grease dripping from his mouth. Occasionally, he smacked his lips, and the bits of meat falling to the ground could almost rival what he ate in a month.
The Ice King was no different; he was the Commander of a Mercenary group. Having once entered that jungle, he knew how terrifying the animals had become. Wild boars? Forget about it; they were powerful beasts even in the jungle. Only those domestic pigs from the Post-Apocalypse pig farms were edible.
Unfortunately, they knew that Zombies were also aware of this; those domestic pigs had long been ravaged by Zombies. Very few remained.
"Your battle isn't over yet! What are you looking at me for? I'm just an outsider here, a professional bystander. You all continue," Zheng Yifan shamelessly stood in front of Li Ning, enjoying his meal and even pulled out two Metal Flasks from his pocket, taking hearty gulps of fine wine as if he were on a picnic.
The two people on the battlefield felt quite awkward. In the end, the Ice King couldn't hold back any longer and shot an arrow at Zheng Yifan.
"Don't think you can sit back and reap the benefits while we're fighting! If you provoke me, I'll team up with that coward Luo Yaoyang to take you down first," the Ice King shouted loudly.
But he also knew that there was no possibility of Luo Yaoyang teaming up with him; it would be lucky if they didn’t end up fighting each other.
In fact, Luo Yaoyang also wanted to win over Zheng Yifan, but the Ice King never gave him a chance as icy arrows continued to attack Luo Yaoyang.
He could only struggle to cope; even if he smashed the Ice King into pieces, it wouldn’t matter—he could reassemble himself in no time.
If they were struck by an arrow, death would be the only possible outcome—there was no second chance.
Thus, Luo Yaoyang began to engage with the Ice King.
The two were momentarily locked in a standoff, each ready to attack the other at any moment.
The Ice King continued his assault, but it was more of a game, wearing down Luo Yaoyang's stamina. If he unleashed a stronger move, he risked taking significant damage himself, especially with Zheng Yifan lurking nearby, ready to take advantage of any opening.
Luo Yaoyang was in a desperate situation, hoping for even the slightest flaw from the Ice King that would allow him to strike back.
Behind Zheng Yifan, Li Ning and the others felt reassured. With Zheng Yifan by their side, it meant they had a powerful ally capable of matching both the Ice King and Luo Yaoyang. With such elite strength on their side, they actually outnumbered their opponents.
Of course, this did not include the ordinary Survivors.
Nor did it account for Luo Yaoyang's regular soldiers.
Those soldiers were still engaged in surrounding the ordinary members of the Ice King Mercenary Corps.
Or perhaps they were being surrounded; after all, there were too many Superpowered Individuals within the Ice King Mercenary Corps. Even though Li Li had taken down several of them, there were still dozens behind the Ice King, and over a hundred more scattered outside who seemed useless to them.
However, those individuals were not what the Ice King was interested in. He sought true potential for growth.
In his eyes, Li Ning and Wu Yingzhou standing behind Zheng Yifan were quite impressive. Even that lightning-wielding Fellow seemed worthy of cultivation.
Unfortunately, they were currently idolizing Zheng Yifan, this man who could only be described as a fool.
On the battlefield, in a dire situation, he was still savoring his food, devouring an entire pork knuckle in just a moment. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, he pulled out a roasted chicken and continued to feast.
The soldiers behind him also took out their rations, eating them in a haphazard manner.
It wasn't that they genuinely wanted to eat on the battlefield; it was just that Zheng Yifan led the way in front, and the aroma wafting from him made the others feel their stomachs churning with hunger. It had only been a short while, and they were already starving again.
But in this apocalyptic world, this was normal. Their bodies lacked nourishment; they consumed food quickly and digested it even faster.
Finding a fat person in this apocalypse was indeed a rare challenge.
Suddenly, an absurd scene unfolded on the battlefield: a tall man stood at the front of a thousand-strong army, heedless of his image as he gnawed on a roasted chicken. Behind him, the thousand soldiers braved the cold winds while eating their meals.
The limited heat from the self-heating system could only ensure that their food wasn’t frozen solid. Coupled with a small amount of strong liquor, it kept their bellies warm. Of course, this excluded the sharp sensation akin to being cut by a knife as the liquor slid down their throats.
The battle intensified on the battlefield. Luo Yaoyang abandoned pure defense and began to launch proactive attacks, using all his strength to try to shatter the Ice King. He aimed to keep the Ice King in a state of disarray; during this time, when the Ice King needed a few seconds to recover, Luo Yaoyang would drop his twin hammers and close his eyes, quietly waiting for the Ice King's recovery.
As soon as the Ice King began to regain composure, another hammer strike would come crashing down.
It was simple and brutal—nothing particularly special about it. But that immense power was enough to make anyone hesitate to face him directly.
Even against Third-Stage Zombies, if Luo Yaoyang chose not to confront them head-on but instead hid and struck suddenly with a hammer, it would result in their brains splattering everywhere. The same applied even to Fourth-Stage Zombies.
Moreover, he had those formidable subordinates backing him up.
While the leaders clashed, their subordinates were anything but quiet. The main force members of Team One each took their positions for shooting; as soon as the enemy revealed even the slightest flaw, they would unleash a frenzied attack.
They had quite a number of Superpowered Individuals, totaling over a hundred. Although most were First-Level Espers, they were well-equipped with Firearms and had formations set up by Formation Masters, ready to be activated at any moment.
At that moment, on the rooftop of Building One, a striking red figure reappeared.
"Brothers! Take down those losers, and I'll treat you all to a night out with the ladies!" It was still Li Li's commanding voice, followed by a barrage of Machine Gun fire like a storm.
Alongside her, others joined in with their own Machine Gun attacks. There were even explosions from Rocket Launchers.
However, they hesitated to use their strategic weapons; those were their last resort.
Zheng Yifan munched on a roasted chicken while smacking his lips. "That woman is truly beautiful; I must have her."
Having just tasted forbidden fruit, Zheng Yifan found it hard to resist such beauty. (To be continued)
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