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Who is he?
It was only at this moment that Ye Yu realized the truth; the other party had never revealed his true origins. Why was he imprisoned in Wasteland Prison in Sin City? How did his legs disappear? Instantly, Ye Yu's mind was flooded with questions he had never truly considered before.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye. The guardians saw their companions vanishing rapidly, and a wave of panic spread among them.
"This is... a Blue Seal Ability User!" Suddenly, someone shouted in alarm. They were well aware of what Ability Users were, but they had never expected to encounter a Blue Seal Ability User within the Federation's territory, and this one appeared to be exceptionally powerful!
Brilliant Laser Beams flickered to life, adding a touch of vitality to the night sky, but it represented death. As fear began to spread, death followed closely behind. The guardians, who were positioned closely together, aimed their Phase Guns at the Nameless Old Man's figure. However, when the deadly beam struck, they realized that the figure had long since vanished and instead hit one of their own comrades standing in front.
"Ah—"
"Damn it!"
"Who? Who is shooting at me?"
Cries of alarm, curses, and bewildered shouts echoed across the desolate sandy ground, rising and falling like waves.
The Nameless Old Man was alone, yet within just a few blinks of an eye, he had frightened these so-called elite soldiers into losing their composure. Now, without leadership, they resembled a group of tadpoles that had lost their mother, unsure of which direction to take.
"Are you not going to act? Do you want to go back?" A cold voice rang in Ye Yu's ear. He was taken aback and realized that he didn't know when the Nameless Old Man had appeared beside him. However, at this moment, the old man's face was somewhat pale, and he seemed to be panting slightly.
Ye Yu's expression tightened. This was the Federation; he had grown up here. Even though he had just dealt with a few pursuers, now faced with these individuals, he wasn't sure if he could bring himself to take action against them.
There was no room for hesitation; the guardians had only been momentarily disoriented, and soon they found their targets. A flash of fierce determination crossed Ye Yu's face as he transformed into a blur, charging toward the nearest soldier.
Although Ye Yu's speed was not on par with the Nameless Old Man, to these guardians, he was still an overwhelming force. In the blink of an eye, Ye Yu closed the distance.
The soldier seemed taken aback at being the first target. When he saw Ye Yu appear before him like a ghost, he barely had time to aim his weapon before a powerful gust swept in. He felt a heavy thud at the back of his head and then everything went dark.
Ye Yu quickly assessed the situation; while these soldiers were formidable, they were nothing compared to him, who had reached the Third Stage of physical mastery.
The Nameless Old Man had already dealt with most of the soldiers, leaving the rest to Ye Yu. He had no desire for bloodshed, but after knocking out one soldier with a swift strike, he unleashed his Mental Power. The Nameless Old Man had taught him that to enhance Mental Power's strength, one must continuously hone it. This was the perfect opportunity, and he would not let it slip away.
In an instant, the area within hundreds of meters was within Ye Yu's perception. He could even sense the faint whimpers of desert creatures hiding among the rubble.
With a single thought, he encompassed the world around him; Ye Yu reveled in this sensation. Just then, he felt a sudden pang of dread—a premonition of death. At that moment, he spotted its source: a soldier staring at him with a wild glint in his eyes. It was rage—an unyielding fury.
Ye Yu sensed the soldier's emotions but noticed that he made no aggressive moves. In the next instant, realization struck him; he felt danger looming, but the soldier had yet to act.
As sand flew up around him, Ye Yu twisted his waist and became a blur once more, charging toward the soldier who attempted to kill him. He observed the soldier's expression shifting slowly, as if in slow motion.
By the time Ye Yu reached him, it seemed as if the soldier had just realized his presence; his face turned pale with shock. However, that expression quickly faded as his eyes rolled back and he fell unconscious.
Everything was under Ye Yu's control. Although those soldiers could see him, whenever they attempted to shoot, he vanished from sight.
Under the night sky, brilliant crimson beams flashed intermittently; however, most of the time these beams arrived too late. More accurately, it was the soldiers who were always a step behind—what they often caught sight of was merely Ye Yu's afterimage.
“Boom—”
At that moment, Ye Yu suddenly sensed a massive presence in his perception. He instinctively glanced over and saw the mecha piloted by the Robed Woman. The flying vehicle had already vanished, clearly dealt with by her.
Suddenly, Ye Yu felt an intense wave of danger wash over him. His pupils caught sight of several flickering blue objects; they were Short-Range Explosive Missiles mounted on the Type 6 mecha!
Ye Yu instantly retreated several dozen meters, just as the terrifying aura dissipated. In the very moment he moved back, four missiles exploded among the soldiers. The immense shockwave would have severely injured Ye Yu if he had been caught in it!
At that instant, Ye Yu's aura surged dramatically, as if enveloped by an invisible mist. The next moment, his figure vanished, reappearing hundreds of meters away from the center of the explosion.
Even so, the scalding shockwave still wrapped around Ye Yu. The once searing heat now felt like being engulfed in flames. Ye Yu was filled with dread; under the power of technology, humanity seemed incredibly weak.
Watching the rising flames, Ye Yu knew those soldiers were undoubtedly dead beyond recovery. Even the few he had knocked out could not escape their fate. He imagined their awakening in excruciating pain, only to find themselves in a purgatorial world—how utterly despairing that must be.
Ye Yu had killed before, but he was still just an eighteen-year-old boy. Despite his mature mindset, he struggled to adapt to such realities, especially since these people could be considered his comrades. So even though they had successfully dealt with their pursuers together—a moment that should have been joyous—Ye Yu felt anything but happy.
“Only by living can one empathize with the death of others,” said the Nameless Old Man, looking at Ye Yu with a hint of mockery on his face. The youth always carried emotions that those who had lived longer often lacked, and such emotions could be quite harmful.
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