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From top to bottom, the gun's attack power was unparalleled. Zheng Yifan executed this move entirely as a result of his past experiences watching martial arts films.
A sword came from the west, like an immortal flying through the air—what a thrilling technique! It had only been a thought before, but now that he possessed such strength, he naturally had to give it a try.
Although he didn't have a sword, he had a gun. In terms of attack power, the gun was even more formidable, even without internal energy. However, his Vital Energy surged far beyond any internal force.
At this level of combat power, ordinary attacks were irrelevant. With just one shot, carrying an unmatched Power of Faith, the Avatar of the Believers gradually appeared around him. They all wielded long spears, mimicking Zheng Yifan's movements, but their attack power was worlds apart. After all, they had only just stepped into the Fourth Stage, and compared to Zheng Yifan, they were lacking significantly. Yet at this level of combat power, numbers could change things. Just like how when Zheng Yifan attacked, he initially seemed alone; by the time his figure descended from several meters high, hundreds of Avatars of the Believers were attacking simultaneously.
Such formidable attack power emerged in an instant, with astonishing lethality. Coupled with the wild aura and determined momentum he exuded, the Zombies were utterly incapable of resisting.
Like an eternal war god, he shattered the Zombie's body, tearing apart its frail form into countless fragments from within.
The force generated caused their flesh and bones to rapidly disintegrate into minuscule particles. The impact tore through the Zombie's strong muscles, completely shredding them apart.
This was a Fifth Level Zombie—a mutant among Fifth-Stage Zombies—known for its robust muscles and long arms capable of throwing others of its kind into the Hope Gathering Place.
Zheng Yifan's target was that culprit. Without this Zombie, they would have to slowly besiege their foes; their only option would be a strong assault. But with this Fellow present, the battle changed entirely. They could attack from mid-air and charge into the Gathering Place to strike.
They were simply too overbearing.
"Hiss!" As the attack concluded, blood mist filled the air while Zheng Yifan crouched on the ground. Beneath his Silver Spear lay a pit over three meters deep, where a strange Mutated Plant's roots were visible at the opening.
What Fellow had taken over this entire prairie? It had grown even larger now. Surely the Hope Gathering Place would gain even more Essence Fruit from it.
Because this place is now a battlefield, constantly providing sustenance for him.
Gradually, he stood up straight. His gaze swept over Ruiguan, where the warriors at the checkpoint were filled with tears of joy; their savior had arrived. Zheng Yifan seemed like the messiah of the entire battlefield. The surrounding Fifth-Stage Zombies would not give him a moment's rest; as soon as he landed, they began their assault. However, their attacks were thwarted before they even began by the Avatars of the Believers.
With a single shot from an Avatar of the Believers, it could be considered an achievement, as at least one Fourth-Stage Zombie was slaughtered, and many more had taken down Fifth-Stage Zombies.
Yet this was merely a drop in the bucket. The number of Zombies was simply overwhelming; no matter how many Zheng Yifan killed, it would still be futile.
Just like now, even though Zheng Yifan had slaughtered so many Zombies, their numbers only continued to swell as more Zombies approached from afar.
The sheer volume of Zombies was staggering, with no end in sight. Zheng Yifan understood that this was a protracted war, and to win this battle, there needed to be a way to sustain the fight.
At this moment on Ruiguan, the Left Guard grinned while covering his head; he had a wound there, no bigger than a needle's eye. Blood flowed from the cracked gap.
He was prepared to fight to the death and had already begun using his skills. However, Zheng Yifan's arrival halted his suicidal impulse.
He knew that his methods could only take down a few Zombies at most; the vast majority would remain untouched by his attacks.
He thought about how terrifying Zheng Yifan was now, standing amidst the horde of Zombies. Avatars of the Believers kept appearing around him, their power seemingly enhanced. It seemed that their leader had grown stronger during this time; he wondered if he could handle Jiang Fangmian's battles.
The warriors beside him appeared invigorated as if they had been injected with adrenaline; their attacks became fiercer, and they wielded their weapons with greater effort.
On the city wall, a small number of Firearm Espers set up their Machine Guns and continued to attack. Each person operated two Machine Guns; all they needed to do was pull the trigger. Additionally, two Assistants were responsible for shooting. In reality, the Assistants were the true sharpshooters; they simply lacked superpowers but possessed far superior shooting skills compared to their counterparts.
In the Apocalyptic World, there are no Superpowers, and without matching Superpowers, you can do nothing. This is the best of times, where Superpowered Individuals possess everything, and it is also the worst of times, as ordinary people without Superpowers are destined to be eliminated. They desperately strive to become Superpowered Individuals, betting on their future. With formidable Superpowers, they can soar high and be welcomed everywhere; even if they were once deeply in debt, they could pay it all off in one go. However, if they lose that bet, they end up with nothing, forced to live as ordinary workers or merchants, unable to reap high profits and struggling to hold onto what little they have.
They cannot amass substantial funds unless they become employees in critical departments of the Hope Gathering Place.
Currently, those unfortunate Machine Gunners are individuals unsuitable for Superpower Activation.
Take for example a Machine Gunner now; he lies on the ground, holding a Machine Gun and continuously firing. Yet, the trigger is pulled by someone else's finger—a seventeen or eighteen-year-old with blonde hair—who simply lies there, lending his finger to the two people beside him to pull the trigger while he drifts off to sleep.
They receive far more resources than others, especially the Assistants. They can only claim one-third of the battle achievements. While this amount is not insignificant, who would willingly share their hard-earned accolades with someone lazily lying on the ground asleep?
But they have no choice; that finger belongs to someone else. They possess the ability to use Firearms and thus have the right to share in the spoils and take the larger cut.
"Sun Lin! Your Superpower is Perfect Accuracy; what exactly is that? Why can't you use Firearms?" an Assistant lamented nearby.
His Superpower was merely suited for close combat and offered little advantage in battle. But Sun Lin was different! (To be continued.)
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