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Light flickered wildly in the air, and Zheng Yifan's eyes transformed into pure brilliance, all the radiance completely filling his vision.
The walls began to crazily refract the light, and an intense burning sensation made it nearly unbearable for Zheng Yifan. The ground started to melt, and the once glass-like walls began to condense into liquid over a wide area.
In the center, Zheng Yifan felt the most discomfort as the relentless light surrounding him was impossible to resist; it was a task beyond completion. He could only do his best to defend his vital points while searching for his target—the one who called himself the Son of the Sun God, a terrifying Zombie. Zheng Yifan lacked the power to eliminate him in one strike; he could only strive to weaken his body as much as possible.
His hands gripped the Silver Spear, trembling with immense power. Perhaps this was the greatest strength he possessed at that moment as he slowly moved closer to the Son of the Sun God. The speed of the Silver Spear's tremor increased rapidly; it was the most lethal technique Zheng Yifan had ever used. However, he hesitated to unleash it now, knowing it could destroy the entire building. The reality was that he couldn't allow himself to cause destruction here—this was underground. If a collapse occurred, it would be disastrous; they were buried deep below ground, and if a cave-in happened, it would take an immense amount of time to escape. Even Supercomputer Eve might suffer damage.
Who would repair such a thing? Zheng Yifan couldn't be sure there were any experts of that caliber in his Gathering Place. It was simply impossible; all the talents had been painstakingly gathered by Zheng Yifan and given the best treatment. The specialists in his Gathering Place had already joined various research institutions. Even in a Post-Apocalypse scenario, those who lacked the ability to acquire more resources were taken in by Zheng Yifan and given optimal conditions to continue their work.
This was also due to a shortage of manpower. If Zheng Yifan had a foundation of billions of people, he wouldn't care about the number of talents. But now, he found himself severely lacking in resources and human capital—things that were truly essential for storage.
Human development required scientists; they carried millennia of wisdom that remained preserved in their minds alongside humanity's dwindling resources.
Even though many humans had perished, sparks of intelligence still survived.
Zheng Yifan cherished these talents deeply.
At present, the data stored within this Intelligent Supercomputer was vast. With Post-Apocalypse satellite equipment at hand, he could control satellites and observe everything on the planet—a crucial advantage. In this apocalyptic world, only modern individuals understood that information was the most important asset; now Zheng Yifan needed it too.
However, few could comprehend his inner turmoil; Zheng Yifan's combat power had to remain within a certain range.
This required extremely precise attacks—what he needed now were accurate area strikes that could generate powerful and continuous force.
As he contemplated these thoughts, there was barely a second to spare, yet reality was stark and unforgiving. Zheng Yifan was nearing his limit, surrounded by relentless attacks from the Son of the Sun God.
The onslaught was nearly impossible to withstand. Zheng Yifan knew that if he didn't strike back soon, he might never get the chance again. So he moved, his body convulsing with frantic energy. Power surged from every muscle group, a torrent of strength combined with the last remnants of his fighting spirit. Everything erupted.
However, this power manifested in a rhythm he had never attempted before. The Power of Faith spiraled through all his strength, while Vital Energy took an opposing path.
It was as if he were inside a meat grinder. Two different forces began to clash, canceling each other out.
Only Zheng Yifan understood that this was the power he needed—to unleash all his strength in an instant. How to control that power? By achieving balance within himself. Yet, the true challenge lay in enduring the crushing force of both energies.
Just like now, the entire room had transformed into a meat grinder, with forces wildly rejecting one another, generating immense power that ultimately failed to disperse.
In his hand, the Silver Spear trembled slightly as the Adamantium Shield stood firm at his center. Zheng Yifan had no idea how lethal the Son of the Sun God's attacks could be, but he knew that his opponent likely had more tricks up their sleeve—possibly deadly ones.
The method of gradually wearing down his own strength while accelerating the attack was formidable.
Zheng Yifan was certain that after ten seconds, he would be unable to endure any longer; the temperature could exceed ten thousand degrees, easily melting steel.
All he could do was seize this opportunity for an attack.
Though thoughts of unleashing a devastating move that could obliterate everything flashed through his mind—after all, life was paramount—he no longer felt that way. The Fellow across from him resembled a being made of light, wielding immense destructive power formed from all of Zheng Yifan's strength. If this Zombie could survive, it would be him who perished instead. It would be better to try a new approach; if it failed, he would escape immediately to the real world for refuge. Once fully recovered, he could return and continue the challenge.
Light, formless and intangible, posed no challenge to other Superpowered Individuals, but Zheng Yifan could eliminate them. The Silver Spear in his hand was already swinging, filling the entire room with his attacks. That formidable power began to envelop the space, gradually releasing its force and completely extinguishing all light. It was a crushing power; Zheng Yifan now possessed such fierce combat strength.
With both hands thrusting forward, the force brought by the Silver Spear stirred the opposing energies in the room, continuously amplifying them. His precise strikes were targeted attacks, and amidst the shredded light in midair appeared a patch of brilliance that resembled the body of the Son of the Sun God. Each time Zheng Yifan struck, he felt a distinct sensation as the temperature around him began to drop, only to rise again in an instant.
It didn't matter; Zheng Yifan could use all his strength to take down the Fellow before him. Power surged completely within him, and behind him, from the forgotten Scapula, a strange force merged with Zheng Yifan, gradually forming what seemed like feathers, a backbone, and something resembling wings. The intense pain and tingling sensation did not interrupt Zheng Yifan's assault; he had only one thought in his mind: to eliminate that Zombie. (To be continued...)
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