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"No matter what, we have to get through here! Wait a moment, I'll try something. I'll move a bit away and fire a shot to create some noise to lure the Horde. Those four Advanced Infected will definitely come over. Qian Kai, be ready to shoot and provide support, but remember, if you can avoid firing, do so. Just make sure not to shatter any nearby glass; that would be quite troublesome."
After closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Yang Xiaoyou spoke somewhat indifferently. Not long ago, before delivering the final blow to Hades, he had faced the half-finished Tyrant Hammer, whose sheer power was nearly comparable to that of a mech. Even though he had managed to use his skills to soar through the air and mitigate some of the impact, he still couldn't achieve the level of precise control he had when his other persona awakened, which was almost accurate down to every cell.
His strength was also not on par with what he remembered from his peak days. The immense internal turbulence and fractures in his leg bones had a significant impact on his performance.
From his pale complexion and the way he limped, it was clear that he was in no condition for this. Otherwise, Zhang Huang, that kind of fellow, wouldn't have taken the opportunity to voice objections.
Otherwise, there would be no need for such entanglement or trouble.
Because of this near-death appearance, as soon as Yang Xiaoyou finished speaking, almost everyone, including Liang Wuxuan, unanimously rejected his suggestion.
"Why not just abandon them? If we can do that, I wouldn't mind being left behind either," said Demoness. Although her words carried a somewhat mocking tone, they sent chills down everyone's spines.
"I'm the President. I'm injured; even if I wanted to do something, my limp would definitely attract attention. We have to deal with those four creatures anyway, and I won't do anything without confidence. It's just a pity about the materials," Yang Xiaoyou replied with an irritated glance at Demoness. He wasn't making any grand promises about leading everyone out of the Clouds; instead, he simply expressed his current state and confidence.
"You want to try while injured? Are you looking for an early grave? How about this: I'll go further away and split them up your way. My injuries haven't affected my mobility much. I can find a way to draw them away and then turn back; it's easier for me alone," Qian Kai firmly disagreed with Yang Xiaoyou's plan and proposed an alternative.
After giving him a deep look, Yang Xiaoyou revealed a hint of a smile.
"Relax; I'm not some selfless person. If I say I have confidence, then I do. As for you... well, to be honest, you're still lacking in qualifications to draw them away right now; it might still involve us."
"But if we use shooting skills to start killing them before they are in position, even if we manage to take down two or all of them, it will surely attract the attention of the Horde. Given your physical condition, close combat skills or gunplay might not be used flexibly," Qian Kai pointed out. Being an expert himself, he understood the situation quite well and did not refute Yang Xiaoyou's assessment of his inadequacies.
"Well, not every lethal skill has to be paired with **. The scene we encounter later might be somewhat beyond reason; I just hope you all can maintain some rationality regarding what happens next and try not to act recklessly. Of course, even if you want to act, someone has to believe in you first." Taking out the jade pendant that had accompanied him for a long time, Yang Xiaoyou rubbed it with his fingers and spoke in a slightly nostalgic tone.
Using a method similar to the last time Dream Butterfly employed Destruction in Tokyo Metro, it was undoubtedly the most efficient way to create a disturbance. However, attacking four targets simultaneously with just one jade pendant was still too much for Yang Xiaoyou at her current level.
To maximize her destructive power, it would be best to integrate it into her own weapon.
At this point, although she felt quite reluctant, Yang Xiaoyou had no choice but to indulge in this luxury.
Just then, Huang Ling blinked her eyes and timidly said, "Do you need a jade stone? I have some."
As she spoke, she clumsily rummaged through her thick down jacket, which made her look like a penguin, and pulled out a pendant.
"Ha! It's not just any ordinary pendant. Oh? Not bad, not bad. This is exactly what I need! Do you have more?" Initially, Yang Xiaoyou felt amused by her words, but when she saw the pendant that indeed carried a sense of power, she was pleasantly surprised.
"If you're looking for a pendant imbued with energy like this one, I also have one here. It's been carried by our father for many years. However, mine isn't as effective as hers; her father is a traditional Fighter, who emphasizes self-cultivation. My aura is too heavy with Slaughter." After carefully sensing it, Zhang Liang looked at the jade pendant in Yang Xiaoyou's hand and said helplessly.
He took out a jade coin; in his view, while Yang Xiaoyou's piece radiated peace, his father's heavy Slaughter aura would likely clash with it.
However, he clearly misunderstood. When Yang Xiaoyou saw the coin in his hand, she immediately stuffed the piece from Huang Yue into her pocket and set it aside.
"This is the one! It’s much more reliable than the original." She took the jade coin and her eyes sparkled with excitement.
In terms of value, this kind of item that could cause nightmares as a Weapon was clearly far superior to those auspicious items meant for calming the mind.
At this moment, this sturdy piece of jade would serve its purpose far better than those beautiful vases!
With both hands together, she held the jade coin and rotated it in her palm before slicing it into two thinner symmetrical pieces. With a flick of her wrist, she firmly attached them to her wrist guard.
There was clearly no slot, yet it inexplicably got attracted.
Yang Xiaoyou directly tucked away an Assault Rifle, taking one of the remaining two Magazines with him. As he walked towards his planned location, he turned to Qian Kai and said, "Remember my words: if you don't have a guaranteed hit, it's better not to shoot. Also, since I’ve brought you all this way, you should trust me."
Upon hearing this, everyone present couldn't help but shudder. Indeed, all of them standing there had managed to survive by sheer luck; even in the worst-case scenario, they would only be returning the lives they had picked up along the way!
‘Ding’ ‘Ding’ ‘Clang’
With a series of precise shots, the bullets spiraled through the air as if they had eyes, directly hitting the support nuts behind the streetlight advertisement board. After the rhythmic sounds of clanging, the already damaged advertisement box on the streetlight fell to the ground with a loud crash.
Similar occurrences happened in multiple locations. Based on the range of the Corpse itself and the sounds being created, Yang Xiaoyou completely controlled their movement patterns and areas.
The horde that originally numbered in the hundreds quickly split into five groups, each moving towards the source of the sounds that attracted them.
However, at the same time, several Advanced Infected that were walking seemed to lock onto Yang Xiaoyou's position like radar. They then scattered in four directions, bounding towards him in an arc.
The inhuman speed made the others hiding in the shadows sweat for Yang Xiaoyou, who was still limping slightly; their palms were drenched with sweat.
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