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On Sun Jiangmian, moments of grandeur were rare, but today was different. The waves surged, carrying with them powerful aquatic creatures, the strongest attackers hidden within the frothy surf.
This was just the beginning; the water transformed into rows of arrows, the towering waves became spears, and each droplet was a piercing arrow, radiating an astonishing aura of lethality.
This was true magnificence, a spectacle of grandeur where countless threats lay concealed within the tumultuous waters.
Across from him, Jie clearly did not wish to engage in battle. It was entirely meaningless; there was no enmity between him and Old Turtle. One sought to protect Zheng Yifan while the other aimed to eliminate him.
As for Zheng Yifan, he lay on the opposite bank, unable to recover for a long time, his eyes fixed intently on the battle unfolding across the river.
While others would need binoculars to see such a distance, Zheng Yifan had adjusted his vision to its maximum magnification and could clearly discern every detail of the conflict.
Old Turtle's wave was truly alarming. The number of Superpowered Individuals Zheng Yifan had encountered had already surpassed one hundred thousand. Yet combined, they might not stand a chance against Old Turtle; its formidable offensive power rendered sheer numbers irrelevant—quality outweighed quantity.
Jie seemed completely unfazed by this.
However, Zheng Yifan's momentary doubt quickly faded from his mind.
The First Vitality Era had ended, but the grand battles were etched in Jie's memory. What appeared as a shocking confrontation to Zheng Yifan might have been just another skirmish during the final phase of the First Vitality Era.
They were certainly not on the same level.
"Is that all you've got? If so, I truly overestimated you!" Jie spoke leisurely, yet his body appeared drenched as if continuously shedding Zombie Fluid. The liquid seeped into the ground, burrowing deep beneath. Patches of green light emerged—not Spores this time; Spores could deal with Zheng Yifan but were ineffective against the giant turtle before him.
The colossal waves crashed before him; simply blocking them would be futile. However, if he could redirect their flow, it would be a different story.
The ground began to tremble extensively—a manifestation of natural forces. Scientists in the real world had discovered that even a single bean could lift a stone weighing hundreds of pounds; this was the power of life—undeniably formidable.
In the hands of a Superpowered Individual, this life force unleashed boundless might. It was as if mountains were collapsing and the earth was splitting open. The river water flowed into the crevice that had formed underground, creating channels deep below. There lay an underground cave whose contents Zheng Yifan could only speculate about; he feared it would soon be filled solely with river water.
On Sun Jiangmian, droplets flew like sharp arrows but were suddenly obscured by a dense thicket of trees that appeared out of nowhere.
Rustle!
The sound of the forest being attacked never ceased, yet no real damage was done. Not a single injury reached Jie, completely shielded by the lush branches and leaves of the thriving plants. Towering trees spread their branches wide, covering the ground with a dense canopy. They brought down all the fierce river waters to the earth.
"Child! This is just a warning. I cannot defeat you on land, but don’t think you can stir up any waves in the river!" Old Turtle said in a deep, resonant voice.
Their conversation, one turtle and one human, shook Zheng Yifan and the others. In just a few exchanges, the battle had already reached a pause. The formidable strength displayed was indeed beyond what ordinary people could compare to; the intensity of their combat and fierce attacks instilled terror in them.
The truly terrifying power was unchangeable. That fierce combat ability was not merely that of a Third Stage Superpowered Individual; even Zheng Yifan could only sigh in resignation upon witnessing it!
"The river is not a place for you to rampage freely. From above the river to the opposite shore, you should never even think about it. Although those lovely fellows are quite to my taste, if I let you pass just like that, wouldn’t I be left without snacks?" Old Turtle said absently, making it clear he was brushing them off.
"Then let’s cut out the nonsense and have a real fight with all our strength. If you win, I will absolutely stop attacking those fellows across the river. How about that?" Jie said nonchalantly.
Zheng Yifan was drenched in sweat; just two powerful beings casually chatting could very well decide the fate of them all.
Facing Uncle Jie, he knew there was absolutely no chance for war.
"Since you refuse my good intentions and choose punishment instead, don’t blame me!" A series of lights appeared on Old Turtle's shell.
This scene astonished everyone. But the most surprised was Zheng Yifan; what had once been ancient tales now became a channel for obtaining information from the First Vitality Era.
The lights behind Old Turtle reminded Zheng Yifan of a story—the tale of Lo Shu.
In ancient times during the reign of Fuxi, a dragon horse emerged from the Yellow River in Mengjin County, northeast of Luoyang, carrying the River Diagram as an offering to Fuxi. Fuxi then derived the Eight Trigrams from it, leading to the emergence of the remarkable Chinese classic, the Book of Changes.
No one knew exactly when humanity obtained this book that studied the essence of the earth, but Old Turtle before him constantly reminded Zheng Yifan that Fuxi might have once acquired Lo Shu from an Old Turtle.
The ancient legends have been passed down through generations; whether there were errors along the way is unknown. However, Zheng Yifan was certain that such power indeed came from Old Turtle.
Yet that turtle was likely much stronger than this one before him. The shifting of stars and constellations was something only deities in legends could achieve. As apocalyptic events unfolded and Zheng Yifan found himself in this world, he had long been unaware of what truly constituted the most powerful force in existence.
However, it was clear that the Old Turtle before them possessed immense power.
"You actually engraved the Loto on the turtle shell!" Uncle Jie exclaimed loudly, and then a multitude of plant-like shields appeared around him, completely enveloping him.
Water flow? Perhaps, Zheng Yifan thought, unsure of what it was—just some pure white liquid spraying from the river, drenching the plants summoned by Uncle Jie. A sulfuric smell emerged, followed by the shield-like plants that were now pockmarked.
That was the strongest defensive measure of a Seventh-Level Esper. Although it didn't look appealing, its true defensive strength was formidable.
"Fellow. If you obediently roll away, I'll treat you like a fart and let you go! If you continue to be so arrogant, I’ll teach you a lesson in no time," Old Turtle's rough voice echoed, but there was a hint of fluidity in his words.
"Absolutely impossible! The Chiyou Tribe only knows how to stand and die; there are no cowards who kneel and live!" Uncle Jie slowly stood up, his body radiating dazzling light. The tattoo representing Chiyou on his forehead suddenly ignited, and a powerful aura erupted from him.
That was almost the most powerful attack from Jie. If successful, Old Turtle would undoubtedly perish; if not...
Well, sorry, he would meet his death.
Zheng Yifan didn’t know this, but Old Turtle did. Although Old Turtle was not older than Jie, he had certainly seen much in his time. He could tell from Jie's power that it wasn't just his own strength; the entire Chiyou Tribe possessed such formidable might—who else could it be? It was an easy guess.
Only Chiyou; only Chiyou could wield such overwhelming power. It left him nearly unable to resist.
He had heard of that legendary figure before, but it felt like a distant ancient god—impossible to appear in reality. Now that he manifested in this world, destruction and death were inevitable.
Old Turtle didn’t know what to do. He had no strength left to resist; it seemed he was at a dead end.
Zheng Yifan behind him also found himself unable to move. He was purely overwhelmed by this powerful aura that made it impossible for him to stand upright. It was an oppressive force that rendered resistance futile.
Zheng Yifan had felt such overwhelming pressure from Huangdi’s image before. However, that wasn’t real; experiencing it now was truly like being in hell—something one could never understand without going through it themselves.
Spots of mottled red appeared in the air; that was Chiyou's Vital Energy, having crossed an unknown distance to arrive here. The red power was overwhelmingly fierce, falling like raindrops in midair, silently nourishing everything around.
Only Old Turtle felt an incomparably strong force above him, followed by an overwhelming attack appearing before him—impossible to evade or resist. That power made it so no one could escape; even with his long lifespan and formidable strength, he still couldn’t avoid it.
The gap in strength was too vast. As the ranks of Superpowered Individuals progressed, the differences became increasingly pronounced. By the time one reached the First Level, the disparity was immense; what kind of difference existed between a Sixth Tier and an Eighth Level?
An Eighth Level Superpowered Individual could eliminate a Sixth Tier Superpowered Individual from thousands of miles away, as long as there was a medium to transmit energy. It was as simple as waving a hand.
Even within Jiang, this held true. The city would tremble before such might, which could not be infringed upon by lower ranks.
Zheng Yifan could only watch helplessly as his support crumbled. It was a feeling of utter despair, as if hope had vanished from the world.
Gazing up at the sky, Zheng Yifan prepared himself for death, waiting for his final breath, slowly inhaling the air around him.
“Boss! Come out quickly! I really can’t hold on any longer!” Zheng Yifan heard Old Turtle from the river calling out for his boss in what sounded like a desperate plea. He had no idea who that boss was—likely the ruler of the Ushumar Mountains, a powerful creature he had never even seen.
Bear King Bag, the most powerful being of the Ushumar Mountains.
Just hearing that name sent chills down Zheng Yifan’s spine; it carried an overwhelming aura of intimidation. As long as Bag was alive, that pressure would persist alongside the name.
“Turtle! Why are you crying out so soon? I’ve just started making arrangements with those bears from Gang Mountain to have a whole litter of Bear Babies!” A deep voice boomed, and then Zheng Yifan saw a shadow.
Yes, just a shadow—a figure towering several dozen meters high that nearly obscured the entire Jiang Grand Bridge. Fortunately, they were conscious enough not to destroy it; otherwise, this bridge would never have lasted until now.
Zheng Yifan looked up at Bear King Bag, eager to see what this ruler of the Ushumar Mountains looked like.
However, when he first laid eyes on it, he felt something was off; it wasn’t a brown bear at all!
It was actually a panda! Zheng Yifan was astonished; before him stood a genuine panda. How could such an adorable creature become the ruler of the Ushumar Mountains? What made it even harder for Zheng Yifan to accept was how fierce this powerful fellow looked—so cute and cuddly instead!
Yet Uncle Jie across from him already sensed a strong threat.
This was a Seventh Level Superpowered Individual facing off against a Seventh Level beast. As for Chiyou's power above them, it could only be used once; his tattoos could no longer sustain another summoning of Chiyou.
Fight! He had no choice but to battle himself. But his chances of winning were slim.
Humans inherently lack combat abilities against beasts, and he was no exception. His fighting power during the First Vitality Era was not particularly strong; it was merely his robust vitality that allowed him to survive.
He could almost be considered the one who would live the longest as a human.
His superpowers were entirely focused on self-protection and regeneration. As long as he wasn't completely obliterated, as long as he had a breath left in him, he could find a way to keep himself alive.
However, dealing with this massive fellow across from him was another matter entirely. His head alone was ten times larger, reflecting the enormous disparity in size. The difference in their physical dimensions meant that the energy stored within their bodies was vastly different. Not to mention that the panda itself was a fierce beast.
Do not be fooled into thinking that pandas are as cute and silly as they appear; they are wild animals! Fierce beasts, and among the most formidable of creatures.
Faced with the threat, Bag shot a fierce glare at it, then casually waved his hand as if swatting away an insect.
A powerful force surged forth once more. Dots of red light gathered in the air, but the attack on his claws did not inflict much damage; it merely made his skin itch. His formidable physical constitution allowed Bag to stand tall in the Ushumar Mountains, which was the foundation of his existence.
For him, such overwhelming strength felt invincible. He resembled an Enhanced Esper among superpowered individuals, lacking a strong superpower. Yet his very essence was the most powerful force; when this power manifested in a beast, its strength would increase exponentially.
"Fellow! Get lost quickly! Otherwise, I'll take you down myself! River Boundary, if you dare interfere in the battles west and south of the river, I will crush you!" Bag's deep voice carried a promise of death. (To be continued...)
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