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Chapter 37 Slaying! (Please continue reading!)
The deathly silent resting place.

Under the silent gaze of the rows of tombstones.

A young man dressed in formal attire confronts a group of burly men in suits carrying suitcases.

Standing before these burly men, the slender Deputy Han, her delicate face showing a hint of bewilderment, stood out.

"The funeral... I see."

"You're here... to avenge Old Liu?"

After glancing at the grave from which Bai Zhou had crawled out, Deputy Commander Han's peach blossom eyes narrowed, and he instantly understood most of the situation.

"You saw everything that just happened?"

"How much do you know?"

“Perhaps more than you think,” Bai Zhou said.

"But if you could give me that ledger..."

Bai Zhou pointed to the black notebook in Han's adjutant's hand:

"Then I'll know more."

"This joke is not funny."

Han, the adjutant, composed himself and tucked the ledger into his pocket.

He raised his other hand, and a subordinate immediately stepped forward and handed him a silver-white metal box.

The moment the box was in his hands, Lieutenant Han seemed to relax completely.

He looked Bai Zhou up and down, his eyes seeming to hold a hint of regret, or perhaps he was examining the quality of an item:

"do you know?"

He said calmly, "Only blind eyes don't shed tears, and only mute mouths don't quarrel."

"Only a muddled mind... will not suddenly stop beating."

"Knowing too much is not necessarily a good thing."

"I'm sorry, I originally intended to nurture you properly, but now..."

"--stop!"

Bai Zhou raised his hand, interrupting Deputy Han's speech.

"You're talking too much nonsense."

They had originally planned to try and extract some information from the other party.

As a result, the other party rambled on for a long time, spouting nothing but incoherent nonsense.

Time was of the essence, and Bai Zhou didn't have time to waste with Lieutenant Han any longer.

He glanced at Lieutenant Han, whose face had darkened from being interrupted.
He glanced at the muscular men behind him a few more times, then slowly raised the thermos in his hand.

It is 12:10 AM.

"The auspicious time has come——"

Dressed impeccably, Bai Zhou mimicked the master of ceremonies at Wan Cheng's "wedding banquet" and made his announcement, forcefully throwing his thermos to the ground.

"Let's begin the funeral!"

The moment the words fell,
The cup traced a parabolic arc through the air before being thrown at Deputy Commander Han and the others.

"?"

The group of men in suits behind Adjutant Han all had question marks on their heads.

What is this going to do?
—Was it a signal to smash a cup?

However, instead of eight hundred axemen leaping out of the grave and swarming forward to chop Han and his men into mincemeat, the actual eight hundred axemen did not appear.

All that happened was an explosion.

"boom--"

Flames shot into the sky, and the raging fireball exploded.

After being treated with specially formulated chemical agents,
In addition, there is a miniature ceremony engraved on the cup wall—

They can then combine to create a bomb with considerable power.

The fruits of Bai Zhou's long-term special training resounded for the first time at the base.

"Cough cough..."

"Bai Zhou!"

Cursing and shouting.

The burly men in suits staggered about, and two of them, who were closest to them, died on the spot.

The others, their faces blackened by the explosion, glared angrily at Bai Zhou.

"Is this all you're relying on? A little trick for making explosives?"

Han, the adjutant, who was being protected by the crowd, coldly stared at Bai Zhou.

"If that's all there is to it..."

The words have not yet fallen.

The loud bang of the thermos cup became a signal that something was about to happen, triggering a chain reaction.

"Bang, bang bang bang—"

Before the seemingly eternally silent tombstones, the cement slabs suddenly burst open.

A flurry of sharp arrows shot out from within, like snowflakes.

No one expected that something like this would fly out from the direction of the tombstone.

So they were caught off guard.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

Upon closer inspection, I realized that these were not arrows at all.

Instead, they were sharp fragments of bench legs.

It was covered with rust and black stains of sewage that had been carefully applied.

But by the time people could see what they looked like, it was already time for them to die from having their necks slashed by the metal shards.

No matter how long you've trained your muscles, no matter what kind of tactical training you've undergone...

The essence of life is that everything is extremely fragile.

Never be careless, never underestimate your opponent... even if your opponent is just a lone, newly-adult teenager.

This was a little preparation that Bai Zhou had made in advance.

Perhaps, just maybe, it could be considered a response from those long-silent heroic souls to the prayers offered by Lieutenant Han...

Arrows flew by.

Corpses lay scattered on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, only Lieutenant Han was left standing alone.

Only this... mechanical monster remains.

"Om-"

The soft hum of the machines was particularly jarring in this cemetery.

The mechanical briefcase had long since disassembled, and countless intricate mechanical parts covered his entire left side.

Hard armor plates protect the left chest, left shoulder, and even left arm, while a mechanical exoskeleton covers the left leg.

The faint blue traces of energy flowing through the gaps in the armor resembled blood flowing, occasionally emitting restless sounds.

The pinnacle of technological beauty, a mechanical half-body possessing a brutal aesthetic—

And so it was presented to Bai Zhou.

"Bai Zhou...you're a bit beyond my expectations."

A crimson, gleaming mechanical eye and a normal eye stand side by side, and an elegant smile graces a sickly face.

An overwhelming sense of oppression washed over them as the mechanical monster flexed its massive mechanical left arm.

The heavy clatter of metal joints turning and hydraulic pressure creating a symphony with a certain rhythm made it seem as if Lieutenant Han was tuning a musical instrument.

When he spoke, the electronic sound effects sounded particularly cold:

"But no matter how many methods you have, the chasm between ordinary people and extraordinary people—"

"These are all things you can't even imagine!"

Before he could finish speaking, a strong wind arose.

The mechanical monster has made its move.

The robotic arm of Section Chief Liu is completely different from the one of his, and even the "doctor" at Hengtan Elementary School is not in the same style.

It's hard to imagine how much kinetic energy the mechanical half-body provided him...

But flames spewed from behind him and erupted in front of Bai Zhou in the blink of an eye, raising a cloud of dust all the way.

A giant mechanical fist descended from the sky, its wind howling, carrying unimaginable weight, like a hammer falling, as if Mount Tai were pressing down, threatening to smash the white boat into a pulp.

—Very strong!
Now Bai Zhou understands what "rich" and "powerful" meant in the context of Ya Kou's words about Han's adjutant.

As the person directly in charge of the "transaction," one can imagine how much money Han's adjutant used to develop the mechanical briefcase to this extent.

It doesn't even need to be compared to that pitiful robotic arm that Section Chief Liu is so proud of.

Take, for example, that "doctor," who was also a Level Two Extraordinary Individual, in front of Lieutenant Han as he opened the mechanical briefcase...

The so-called "three-year cicada" is just a cicada; it can be slapped to death with a single blow.

This is a pure numerical crushing victory, and that's where the significance of the mechanical suitcase lies.

At the critical moment——

Bai Zhou leaned back and dodged, his body flipping backward with extreme fluidity.

He was upside down, his posture unexpected, and then he kicked out hard in the chin of his adjutant Han.

"boom!"

A muffled thud sounded, like kicking a piece of raw iron. The white boat tumbled backward, barely avoiding the iron fists that Han, the adjutant, continued to pursue.

—Well, that's a real "iron fist" in the truest sense.

Are you scratching an itch?

Lieutenant Han was smiling, but his eyes were filled with malice.

“You really should have been more patient… patient until you became an extraordinary one.”

"Otherwise, how much longer must I wait before I see the next you?"

"You've let me down, and even the major is disappointed because of you. Tell me... don't you deserve to die?"

"--say!"

He was shouting sternly.

The eerie, shrill voice, when mixed with electronic sounds, was surprisingly neutralized into a normal male voice.

—Perhaps, this is his complete form.

Too lazy to pay attention to the other party, Bai Zhou straightened up and let out a light breath, slowly pulling out from behind...

A dark, black fire poker.

"what?"

Lieutenant Han couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

But in the instant he was stunned, Bai Zhou had already pressed close and swung his stick to strike—

boom! ! !
With a loud bang, the short stick slammed into the mechanical arm that Han's adjutant had just managed to raise to block.

A tremendous force surged from the iron rod, smashing a noticeable dent into the mechanical arm.

That was his answer.

"An extraordinary one!" Han's pupils contracted as he finally realized the problem.

"You became an Extraordinary being so quickly...?"

Bai Zhou remained silent, only raising his short stick in a powerful motion.

A surge of spirituality, like wielding a knife to cleave—

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!!!"

The Martian whirlwind sent shockwaves through the two of them.

The robotic arm developed more and more dents, and Bai Zhou's hand was also cracked from the impact.

The crimson blood stained the short stick, making it gleam faintly.

"A beautiful melody!"

Han's adjutant's voice grew increasingly cheerful.
After a brief moment of shock, a great sense of pleasure rose within him.

Extraordinary! He became an extraordinary person so quickly and easily?

As expected, Bai Zhou is a true genius!
This is... wonderful!

It wasn't actually too early; it was just that the fruit ripened early.

Harvesting now is just right!
"Let me listen to the final movement you played with your life."

A voice, laced with electronic sounds, emanated a terrifying oppression and a morbid frenzy.
"—Make it louder!"

The machine collided with the short stick, producing a continuous roar.

They roared and fought.

It must be admitted that, as Ya predicted, Deputy Commander Han was terrifyingly strong.

Even with Bai Zhou giving it his all, he was still at a significant disadvantage.

That mechanical left arm was incredibly flexible; it could even automatically counterattack, providing complete protection for Adjutant Han.

The power it carries is even more outrageous; a single punch landing squarely on Bai Zhou could completely decide the course of the battle.

Anyone standing here can see that Bai Zhou's defeat is probably only a matter of time.

This was an unfair battle from the start.

On one side is Deputy Commander Han, who, relying on the accumulation of money and the overwhelming power of equipment, can run rampant among Level 2 Extraordinary Individuals.

On one side is Bai Zhou, who has only been a Level 1 Extraordinary for a few days.

This kind of oppression and injustice is just like what Bai Zhou has always experienced.

The intense tension I felt when I first arrived at the base in Wancheng, or the immense helplessness I felt upon learning the truth about "cannibalism".

It seems that ever since he arrived here, or even earlier, Bai Zhou has always been in a position of being weak and insignificant.

The world will not provide you with an evenly matched opponent.

If you want to rebel against the world, you have to be prepared to challenge the Demon King as soon as you leave the starting village.

even so--

The world will never lack brave souls who embark on adventures.

No matter how terrible or suffocating the world may be, there will never be a shortage of dissidents who will speak out for humanity.

And the moment you decide to speak out, you must remember to bring your megaphone, just like you must bring your sword before deciding to enter the martial arts world.

Since I've decided to leave the starting village, then even if there really is a giant dragon guarding the entrance...

—Then we can only kill gods and Buddhas if they stand in our way.

Such as this moment.

For Section Chief Liu, for all the victims resting in peace in his grave...

And for myself.

Bai Zhou, like a mad dog, continued to fight relentlessly, his wounds multiplying, yet his momentum only grew stronger as he relentlessly pursued Han, his adjutant locked in a life-or-death struggle.

The “Super Agile” mini-ceremony is launched.

The "Overload Power Explosion" mini-ceremony was launched.

The "adrenal stimulation" mini-ritual is launched.

"..."

Start! Start! Start everything!

Half of the spirituality erupted simultaneously, operating at overcapacity!
"Boom boom boom..."

The more they fought, the more uneasy Lieutenant Han felt.

It's hard to describe the shock Han felt at that moment.

Because this was completely beyond his comprehension.

...Is this kid really drinking the potion I gave him?

Could this be the result of someone who has just become extraordinary?
--impossible!

Bai Zhou is definitely a Level 2 Extraordinary, or even a weaker Level 3 Extraordinary!
Han's adjutant had meticulously crafted his own personal weapon: the power of his mechanical half-body, which was enough for him to challenge some of the weaker Level 3 Extraordinary individuals.

How could they possibly expend so much effort on a kid who has just become an Extraordinary?

Moreover, this kid seems to get stronger the more he fights.

Are you on some kind of high-energy boost or something? Don't you feel tired at all?
He himself has a mechanical half-body. Could it be that Bai Zhou also has a mechanical half-body hidden under his skin?

—And that short stick!
—Especially that short stick!

What exactly is that dark-looking short stick?
It was heavy and hard, and the impact dented his mechanical armor. The force was so great that he almost vomited blood, but the short stick didn't leave a single mark.
I'm afraid not...

Extraordinary weapon?

"I understand... you're a spy for the Blood Worship Cult!"

“A member of the Blood Worship Cult, going to great lengths to disguise himself as a child and infiltrate here, you must have something ulterior motive!”

Han, the adjutant, suddenly realized.

He understands completely!

"Is it the Dead Sea Scrolls, or is it aimed at the major?"

"Or... do you also want a piece of the pie and to interfere in our supply chain?"

Behind this "White Boat" is definitely a dangerous Blood Worship Cult leader.

The Blood Worship Cult excels at "disguise"!
Suddenly, Lieutenant Han was startled.

His gaze toward Bai Zhou was dangerous, yet he had already decided to leave.

"Now that you've suddenly appeared, are you planning to kill me and then impersonate me?"

"—Are there still people lying in ambush here?"

Han, the adjutant, suddenly panicked.

His usual calm and composed demeanor has vanished.

He tried to negotiate with Bai Zhou.

"...Perhaps we can still discuss this; it doesn't have to be this way, don't you think?"

Bai Zhou couldn't understand what Deputy Commander Han was rambling about.

But he kept every word of Deputy Commander Han in his heart.

Moreover, it's always a good thing that Lieutenant Han is flustered.

His movements slowed down!
"I am nobody."

With his gaze fixed on the other person, Bai Zhou nimbly slid aside to dodge.

"I am Bai Zhou, I come from Wancheng, and I have come to avenge Brother Liu."

He raised his head, looked calmly at Lieutenant Han, and said this.

"How is this possible...?!" Lieutenant Han's eyes widened, his scarlet mechanical left eye flashing incessantly.

Bai Zhou shook his head.

"Your rambling has exhausted all my patience. As a speech, it's awful; as a last will and testament, it's not much better."

"This farce should come to an end."

"—Under 'their' gaze."

Standing before the rows of tombstones, Bai Zhou pulled out his staff and put it away.

Like sheathing a sword.

He focused intently and bowed, as if drawing his sword.

"Alright!"

"The next cut—"

Bai Zhou whispered.

Lieutenant Han was startled and quickly looked closely, his muscles tense and highly alert.

Knife?

Where did the knife come from?

With doubts in his heart, Lieutenant Han kept his eyes fixed on Bai Zhou, not daring to look away even for a moment.

At the same time, a few mocking laughs echoed in his mind.

What era are we living in? Why do we still have to loudly announce our secret techniques before using them?

Are you a samurai from somewhere? Or a pedantic "gentleman" from a thousand years ago...?

Isn't this a reminder to others to be prepared?
Laughed.

Now he's starting to believe that Bai Zhou isn't a Blood Worship Cult cadre in disguise.

No matter how incomprehensible a genius may be, he is still just a child...

then,

The moment Han's adjutant's eyes widened, Bai Zhou silently stirred the sea of ​​ignorance within him.

His lips moved slightly, and he softly recited the mysterious yet simple incantation:

"Light--"

A sun rose before Han's wide-open eyes.

"Ah, you—"

Han, the adjutant who had been intently watching Bai Zhou, suddenly found himself surrounded by a vast expanse of white, unable to see anything at all.

Where did that 80,000-lumen light come from?!
Where's the knife?
mean!!
He panicked completely and wildly swung the heavy mechanical arm.

As he made a series of loud "booms" in his hands, he retreated repeatedly.

But at that moment, he heard a strange sound of a sword being drawn.

It looked like some kind of flame had been ignited.

At the same time, a death knell-like whisper came from the boy:

"Moonlight Ashes - Oath of Sainthood Slash!"

Another new sun rose before Adjutant Han's eyes—

"cut!"

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