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"Stop fighting! Everyone, cease the brawl! Form your teams according to your respective factions!" Zheng Yifan's voice echoed with authority as he glared at the combatants, his eyes radiating a terrifying intensity.
He had just broken his killing ban and was filled with a surge of emotions. Seeing everyone eager to eliminate each other only fueled the murderous intent that had been pent up for two years.
There was no guilt, only excitement; every wicked cell in his body was boiling. The weapon in his hand gleamed ominously.
It was a Submachine Gun, but the sheer number of inscriptions on it was overwhelming. Layer upon layer of engravings transformed it into a lethal weapon. Others wielded Submachine Guns with only a single layer of inscriptions, merely reflecting the power of a Second-Stage Esper.
His weapon was different; it had been modified in a new way. The core energy section was embedded with two Third-Stage Soul Crystals, completely suppressing its original level. Additionally, it utilized a large number of the same inscription array, significantly amplifying its power.
No longer pursuing versatility, he focused on one aspect. The array was unrecognizable to Zheng Yifan, and nearly everyone else couldn't identify it either.
It resembled a flame array, but it was indeed blue fire. The patterns were bizarre, and the inscriptions contained mysterious characters that added to its strangeness. He wondered how this fellow had managed to develop such an intriguing new gadget.
Now holding his weapon tightly, he awaited any resistance from the opposing side.
Suddenly, the battlefield fell silent; one could almost hear a pin drop. It wasn't due to his arrogant proclamation but because the Huang Brothers had stepped forward. Most people recognized their figures. In the Telecom Building, they were well aware of these fellows' eerie presence and their formidable attacks that left a lasting impression. More importantly, their strange attacks were not necessarily powerful but were incredibly effective in close quarters.
Zheng Yifan stood behind them, completely overlooked as he coldly observed the suddenly quiet battlefield while gripping his Adamantium Shield.
After just a few seconds, the battle resumed; the brief pause felt like a joke. Some Superpowered Individuals possessed abilities hundreds of times stronger than the Huang Brothers, merely being Second-Stage Espers. Within their ranks, countless Third-Stage Espers had already fallen.
"Hahaha! Boss, it's time for me to shine!" Ten Thousand Steps grinned wickedly at those still engaged in combat, as if watching a flock of long-legged wild chickens waiting to be hunted. His excitement made his body tremble slightly.
"Do whatever makes you happy; if words won't work, then use violence to make them cooperate," Zheng Yifan commanded as he took two steps back.
Ten Thousand Steps began preparing for battle, still wielding that same Submachine Gun while beside him lay hundreds of fully loaded magazines. He vigorously rubbed his hands together, excitement plastered across his face.
How long had it been since he felt this way? Perhaps only during the major project of the Post-Apocalypse, when inspiration struck him suddenly, leading to inventions that could change the future of humanity, did he experience such a feeling.
Now, he was excited about a weapon he had just crafted less than five hours ago. It was a sense of enlightenment. He lifted the Machine Gun, using the Optical Sight to carefully observe the expressions on the faces of everyone on the battlefield.
They looked so fierce. They were so insane; they were crazier than Zombies. The Zombies acted mad only because of their hunger.
These people were fighting for themselves, for victory, for resources. They could kill their own kind, their smiles almost resembling those of demons.
Suddenly, one person's body trembled, as if everything had come to a halt.
A warrior from another faction swung a Fire Axe and smashed it down upon him, taking his head clean off.
The battle continued; hardly anyone noticed this moment. Only Zheng Yifan truly saw the trajectory of the bullet and the effects it produced after being fired.
It was a bullet that struck at the soul. The bullet pierced through that person's chest, taking away his life. But that wasn’t the most important part; what mattered was that at the moment of firing, the power of gunpowder propelled the bullet forward. The bullet spun along the rifling of the Submachine Gun, emitting a faint flame due to its inscription, followed by a wild rotation that far exceeded normal shooting speeds.
That speed seemed like a whirlwind as it penetrated the warrior's chest. On the ground, the body that had been pierced slowly ignited in flames. The temperature of those flames was incredibly high; they appeared completely transparent with no visible color, only an intense heat that instantly charred the corpse to ashes.
"Ha!" With a light exhale, Zheng Yifan finally released a breath of astonishment as he looked at Ten Thousand Steps beside him.
He couldn’t believe he could achieve this; it was nothing short of miraculous. All the force was used to propel the bullet’s spin, harnessing the power generated by that rotation to ignite hidden flames. When the bullet passed through its target's body, flames were automatically triggered, instantly generating immense heat to kill the enemy.
The bullet pierced through the enemy's chest and continued flying toward a second target.
The bullet wouldn’t curve; it shot straight through the battlefield. A total of over ten Superpowered Individuals either fell or were injured under this Submachine Gun's bullets. One bullet traversed through more than ten bodies without losing its power until it finally struck against the Telecom Building. There, it released all its energy deep within the building's walls, erupting in a burst of flames from a crater before culminating in an explosive force.
"Boom!" It sounded as if a missile had struck the target, the explosion sending up a massive cloud of dust. A large hole was blown into one wall of the Telecom Building's first floor, and flames flickered on the ground, consuming everything flammable.
"Smack!" Zheng Yifan slammed his hand down hard on Ten Thousand Steps' head, gripping his right hand tightly to stop him from pulling the trigger again.
"Are you trying to get yourself killed? With that kind of firepower aimed at the Telecom Building, how much of that wall do you think will be left after you empty your magazine? If you shoot all your bullets, I bet the Telecom Building will be gone in no time. What are you even trying to accomplish?" Zheng Yifan glared angrily at this Fellow.
He couldn't believe he hadn't been informed that this submachine gun had such devastating power. If he faced Ten Thousand Steps himself, he wouldn't even be sure he could defeat him; the weapon's might had clearly surpassed the limits of superpowers.
Perhaps only superpowers like Night Demon and Night Wolf could assassinate Ten Thousand Steps. Other methods would simply not work.
He would use all sorts of bizarre inventions to torment you. Two years was plenty of time for him to create many things, evolving from normal scientific experiments to increasingly insane superpower experiments.
Now he had even begun developing firearms equipment.
It was evident that the weapon in his hands was incredibly cool, utilizing only a Third-Stage Soul Crystal provided by Zheng Yifan.
" Zombie Crystal! How much Zombie Crystal energy do you need to fire that shot?" Zheng Yifan suddenly realized that Einstein's law of conservation of mass still applied; matter could not simply appear or disappear without reason.
With the bullet's destructive power being so immense and possessing a burning function, it certainly could not defy this law.
Zheng Yifan's words struck a painful chord. Ten Thousand Steps pointed at the magazine of his submachine gun and said, "Two Third-Grade Soul Crystals can fire a full magazine of bullets. Each one can only fire fifteen shots and cannot be fired continuously; doing so would exponentially increase the consumption rate of Zombie Crystal energy."
He seemed to struggle a bit before adding, "This technology isn't perfected yet. Sooner or later, I will refine it, allowing my precious gun to fire continuously while stabilizing energy output and reducing Zombie Crystal energy dissipation."
“ Zombie Crystal The energy extraction is too rapid, resulting in most of it dissipating; only a portion truly takes effect. If we could guarantee that the energy wouldn’t dissipate, it could definitely support firing bullets and more! Absolutely,” Ten Thousand Steps declared firmly.
However, his method had already exposed the weakness of the weapon he was currently using, which lacked any means for continuous attack. It could only work once; otherwise, the enemy would surely take him out before he even realized what was happening.
For instance, right now, if he only took down one person, no one would notice him. But if he fired once and several people fell simultaneously, the obvious traces of flames would clearly indicate that the bullets came from this direction.
Zheng Yifan took a step back, grinning as he looked at Ten Thousand Steps.
“Boss, help me out! I need at least half a minute to shoot again, and by then, I’d be dead!” Ten Thousand Steps said with a bitter smile, feeling utterly helpless in front of the other man.
All his energy today had been focused on his new weapon; he hadn’t researched any other weapons or even created a teacup to go with a regular firearm for himself.
Now that he thought about it, it was too late. He couldn’t afford to fire his gun just yet; each shot consumed a Zombie Crystal, and there was a risk that even his weapon might malfunction.
Without thorough testing, he absolutely wouldn’t dare to do that. If the Zombie Crystal was consumed too quickly and caused the Vital Energy within to explode, leading to a viral infection in his body, it would truly be disastrous—like calling for help but receiving none!
“Everyone in front of me, put your hands on your heads and lie down! Anyone who stands up will be killed without mercy!” Zheng Yifan’s words were filled with murderous intent as his gaze swept over everyone.
They wouldn’t kneel and cover their heads willingly, but Zheng Yifan had ways to make them comply.
Sometimes being forceful was more efficient.
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