Flood Apocalypse: Starting with a God-Tier Fishing Rod

Having witnessed the miserable state of those people, I can see it all.

A displaced man, already broken and desperate, knelt on the gravel ground, his forehead slamming heavily against the ground, leaving him a bloody mess.

"Please, spare me!"

"I don't want to go! I don't want to die! I beg you!"

The piercing cries echoed through the cave.

The crowd reacted with extreme indifference.

Only Zhou Sheng and Wang Ying turned their heads away, their shoulders trembling slightly.

Here, sympathy is the most useless emotion.

Seeing that no one responded.

The desperate man suddenly stopped crying, his eyes becoming vacant and crazed.

"I don't want to die—!!!"

He let out a scream that sounded inhuman, then suddenly accelerated and slammed his head hard against the sharp rock corner.

Click.

A crisp sound came from his forehead.

The man's body twitched twice, then he slumped down and remained motionless.

"You dare to commit suicide?!"

Marseille immediately rushed over and carefully checked his breathing.

"Damn! He's really dead!"

In a fit of rage, he stomped on the still-bleeding head, splattering red and white matter everywhere.

He spat and turned to point at the last remaining terrified refugee in the corner.

"Put it on him! If he dares to commit suicide, I'll skin him alive!"

A short mutant quickly stepped forward, grabbed the refugee, and forcibly put the heavy diving suit on him.

Then, Ma Saibo twisted his neck and turned to Lu Fan with a sinister look.

"There's another refugee... Kid, I'll personally send you on your way."

He approached step by step, his eyes fierce. "Since you're going back to die anyway, you might as well use your remaining strength here! Behave yourself and suffer less."

Lu Fan let out a breath.

He slowly stood up, patted the dust off his trousers, took two steps back, and leaned against the rock wall.

"How do you know it's me who will die?" He paused, "and not you?"

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Marseille laughed so hard he almost fell over, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

The other three A-level mutants also joined in the laughter, their eyes filled with pity for the fools.

Zhao Meng shook his head speechlessly, leaned closer, and pointed at Lu Fan's nose: "Kid, are you scared out of your wits? Do you know what an A-level mutant means? Crushing you is easier than crushing an ant!"

Ma Saibo's smile vanished. He strode up to Lu Fan, grabbed him by the collar, and spoke in a chilling tone.

"You have one minute to get dressed and get down here! Otherwise, I'll show you what it means to wish you were dead!"

"Wouldn't living be better than dying?"

Lu Fan smiled.

He suddenly reached out his right hand and gently grasped the thumb of the hand that was gripping his collar.

"You mean...like your little brother whom I kicked into the sea to feed the fish?"

Marcel's pupils constricted sharply: "What...?"

Click!

Before the words were finished, a crisp sound of bone cracking rang out.

Lu Fan's movements appeared gentle, yet they were like a giant elephant crushing something.

Marseille's thick thumb was actually bent backward at a 90-degree angle!

"Aaaaaah—!!!"

The pain, so intense it pierced through Marcelo's nerves, was excruciating.

He released his grip, clutching his fingers and letting out a piercing scream.

"My hand!!"

The smiles of the group of mutants froze on their faces, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

Marcel is a strength-type mutant!

His single-arm strength is probably the strongest among them!

At this moment, a refugee broke his finger as easily as breaking a chopstick?!

Before they could even react...

boom!

Lu Fan raised his leg and kicked, hitting Ma Saibo squarely in the chest.

Boom!

The burly man, weighing over 300 pounds, was sent flying backward and crashed heavily into the rock wall, creating a large, human-shaped crater.

Rock fragments flew everywhere, and the entire cave trembled.

"Cough cough... Pfft!"

Marseille slid down into the pit, collapsed to the ground, and coughed up blood.

His sternum was shattered, and his limbs were twisted in a bizarre manner.

"You guys... hurry... do it already!"

He looked at his companion, who stood frozen in place, and said in a hoarse voice, "Kill him...this monster will kill all of us!"

The remaining three A-level mutants finally came to their senses.

Fear instantly turned into rage.

"court death!"

Three of them roared and lunged at Lu Fan at the same time.

Another burly man was about to make a move when Ling Xiao, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, pressed down on his shoulder.

"Brother Lei Hu, you shouldn't go!"

"Why?!"

Lei Hu was in a bit of a hurry.

Ling Xiao pushed up his glasses, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"Can't you tell? That refugee... is stronger than all of us!"

The voice just fell.

puff!

Before the mutant at the forefront could even touch Lu Fan's clothes, a bloody hole appeared in its abdomen.

Lu Fan's palm was like a sharp blade, piercing directly through his enhanced muscles and bones.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Fan turned to the side and threw out both fists at once.

boom!boom!

Two muffled thuds sounded almost simultaneously.

The other two mutants were sent flying in various ways, crashing heavily into the rock wall and passing out without even uttering a sound.

One punch, one kill.

Sold out instantly.

The whole process took less than three seconds.

Everyone except Ling Xiao gasped, feeling a chill run down their spines.

What level of power is this?

S grade?

Or even higher?

Lu Fan shook his hand, and a scrape on the back of his hand was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Damn it, you guys have really thick skin!"

He muttered something, stepped over the corpse on the ground, and walked straight to Marcelo, who was still convulsing.

Marseille was so terrified that he lost control of his bladder, his crotch was soaked, and his eyes were filled with nothing but pure fear.

"Give me the stuff!" Lu Fan stretched out his hand.

"Wh...what?"

"Integrity bracelet." Lu Fan pointed to his wrist. "Don't play dumb. Your mutant bracelets weren't taken away."

"Give it to me! I'll give it all!"

As if grasping at a straw, Masaibo endured the excruciating pain of his fractured bone, pulled off the bracelet, and offered it to her with both hands.

"Password 952788! There are over two thousand points inside! I'll give them all to you! Just please spare my life!"

Lu Fan took the bracelet, put it on, tried it on, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Fine, I'll spare your life!"

Marseille was overjoyed: "Thank you..."

"but……"

Lu Fan grabbed his ankle and dragged him towards the bottomless pool of water like a dead dog.

"Whether the water pressure will spare you or not, I don't know."

"No! Please! No!!"

Marcel instantly understood Lu Fan's intention. He struggled frantically, his fingernails scratching bloody marks into the rocks. "Please! Don't throw me down! Ahhh—"

thump.

Water splashed up.

Marseille was thrown into the pool that connects to the sea, which is thousands of meters deep.

The water pressure instantly pushed it up.

He did not die immediately.

Instead, it struggled frantically, constantly splashing bubbles.

Through the murky water, everyone could clearly see that Masaibo's skin was beginning to crack inch by inch under the terrifying water pressure.

His muscles rolled up as if being skinned, his blood vessels burst, and he gradually lost his human form.

"Tsk tsk!"

Ling Xiao walked to Lu Fan's side, looked at the bottom of the pool, pushed up his glasses, and a cold glint flashed on the lenses.

"Water pressure can't kill an A-level enhanced individual instantly; it will continuously peel away the skin, then pulverize the soft tissue, and finally crush the bones into powder... Even for mutants with insensitive pain receptors, this is the ultimate torture!"

Upon hearing the description, everyone felt their hair stand on end and were filled with nausea and fear.

Lu Fan watched expressionlessly as the pile of rotten flesh of Marseille was swept away by the undercurrent.

He turned around and glanced at the remaining people.

Finally, the camera focused on Zhao Meng, trembling in the corner.

"You're the one!"

Lu Fan pointed to the diving suit on the ground and revealed a kind smile.

"Get dressed, prepare your potions! Let's go outside and see what's in that abyss!"