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Chapter 209 The Human Alliance [Part 1]

Absolute violence is undesirable.

However, sometimes it may not be the simplest and most brutal way to deal with things.

These clans have been entrenched for far too long.

After experiencing this inhumane massacre and purge, they were utterly terrified.

After dealing with those clans that attempted to escape.

Then the next steps began.

Hongchun City is located near Yanjing City.

Although it is not as bustling as Beijing, it is still a standard first-tier city.

As dawn broke, leaden-gray clouds hung heavily over Hongchun City.

The air was filled with a damp, rusty smell.

The drizzle, like a thick fog, refracted the neon lights on both sides of the street into fragmented images.

Wei Ping tightened his backpack straps because he had forgotten to bring an umbrella.

The fine rain fell densely on his shoulders and schoolbag, weaving a layer of almost invisible water droplets.

The sneakers on my feet made a soft, muffled "click" sound as they stepped on the asphalt road.

Although not as bustling and prosperous as Yanjing, the oppressive atmosphere unique to first-tier cities in Hongchun City felt particularly real at this moment.

Enter the No. 3 Middle School gate and cross the playground.

When I entered the classroom of Class 3, Grade 11.

The dry smell, a mixture of chalk dust, the greasy smell of breakfast, and the sweat of teenagers, hit me, creating a clear barrier between the cold and damp outside the door.

It was undoubtedly warmer inside the classroom than outside.

A layer of even water mist condensed on the glass window, filtering the sunlight outside into a blurry white.

The early arrivals each occupied a corner; some were lying down catching up on sleep, while others were munching on steamed buns. The air was filled with the rustling of plastic bags and the warm aroma of soy milk. Wei Ping had just stuffed his half-wet schoolbag into the drawer.

Before they could even catch their breath, a sturdy figure swarmed up to them like a leech.

Turning my head, I saw it was none other than myself.

It was his deskmate and best friend, Wang Xu, who had been classmates since elementary school, and the two had a very good relationship.

This guy has an excessively round, fleshy face, and because of his vigorous metabolism during puberty, there's always a fine sheen of oil on the sides of his nose.

At this moment, his small eyes, squeezed shut by his flesh, were filled with an indescribable excitement.

"Why are you behaving like a rutting boar? I'm not gay."

Wei Ping said it casually, and the look of disgust on his face was just right, as if there really was a disgusting beast standing in front of him.

"Fuck, who the hell is gay?"

Wang Xu immediately retorted, raising his middle finger to express his emotions.

"I prefer slender, long-legged ladies. I'd rather not have a rough guy like you even if you offered yourself to me."

After he finished speaking, he seemed to suddenly remember something serious, and the nonchalant look on his face became less serious.

Look at this—

He pulled a touchscreen phone out of his pocket; the back of the phone had a picture of a half-peeled banana printed on it.

"Great, you got a new phone again?"

Wei Ping glanced at it and recognized it as the fruit machine that had been all the rage recently.

These days, touchscreen phones are already ridiculously expensive, and this one is the most expensive of all.

There was a news story about a person who sold a kidney on the black market to buy it, and since then it has been known as the "kidney machine".

However, Wang Xu comes from a wealthy family and can change three or four mobile phones in a semester without batting an eye, so this little thing is nothing to him.

"But how did you bring it in?"

Wei Ping frowned.

The school has been cracking down on cell phone checks lately, with detectors installed at the school gate. It's even more thorough than security checks at train stations; theoretically, you shouldn't be able to squeeze in a calculator with a battery.

"What's so special about that? I have a brilliant plan."

Wang Xu chuckled, his finger already tapping the screen.

"I'll show you something cool."

"Something good?"

Wei Ping instinctively wanted to refuse, and certain indescribable images immediately flashed through his mind, the words already on the tip of his tongue.

"I'm not looking at this—"

Before he could finish speaking, his gaze had already fallen on the screen.

The image that lit up on the screen wasn't some random junk.

Upon seeing this, the words that were about to come out were abruptly changed.

"What is this?"

Two videos, one three seconds long and the other eight seconds long, were displayed side by side on the phone screen; the thumbnails vaguely showed flames and smoke.

Click on the first one.

The screen suddenly jolted.

A streak of red light exploded in the distance, like a small sun bursting out of thin air, followed by a deafening roar.

Fortunately, the phone volume was turned down so as not to attract the attention of other classmates.

The screen shook violently, the world spun around, and all that could be vaguely seen was grass flying and dust billowing into the sky.

The light distorted for a moment in the aftershocks of the explosion, then everything returned to a dark red.

The second video.

The camera was pointed at a large crater.

A section of the ground was smashed into a dent several meters in diameter, with charred edges and cracks extending in all directions.

The center of the pit was a deep red, the soil had been burned to a glassy state, and white smoke was still rising from it.

But just looking at the billowing smoke makes you feel as if your nasal cavity is already filled with that burnt smell.

In the very center of the pit, a blurry, charred human figure was curled up.

It's not a corpse.

It's a shadow.

A shadow, branded by the intense heat onto the soil, remains in its final, dying pose.

He stretched out his hands, as if he was blocking something.

The camera was shaking, and the person filming was clearly extremely excited; you could even hear their breathing, heavy and rapid.

The camera panned across the people gathered around the edge of the pit; some were on the phone, while others covered their mouths.

In the distance, the background shows a neatly manicured lawn, undulating greens, and holes with flagpoles.

This is clearly a golf course.

The video ends abruptly here.

"This was sent to me by my cousin."

Wang Xu lowered his voice.

He said it was caused by Superman fighting.

The words fell.

He then saw Wei Ping looking at him with the kind of gaze one would give an idiot.

"Superman?"

Wei Ping frowned.

"Your cousin probably just copied some special effects video from some forum to fool you, right?"

These days, editing videos is much more difficult than editing photos, but it's not impossible.

Moreover, the filming techniques used in these two videos.

The shaky, Parkinson's-like quality and the blurry, cheap DVD-like visuals make this "mockumentary" style the easiest to fake.

When a normal person sees something like this, their first reaction is naturally to be suspicious.

Where in this world are there superheroes?

However, despite saying that.

But Wei Ping stared at the large crater on the screen, at the crimson soil and the charred figures.

He said he wasn't quite sure why, but he felt there was something wrong with that scene.

After Wei Ping said that, even the chubby Wang Xu had some doubts.

"Could my cousin really be playing a trick on me?!"

Time flies.

After a morning of classes and lunch...

As is customary, this should be lunch break time.

But today is different.

"All classes, assemble on the playground!"

A broadcast came from the loudspeaker.

At the same time, the homeroom teacher of Class 3, Grade 11, pushed open the door and walked in, calling everyone to go to the playground.

"Teacher, what's wrong now? Why are we being called to assemble during lunch break?"

A student who had a good relationship with the homeroom teacher asked the question.

"I don't know. They said someone from above is here and has something important to announce. Everyone should be quiet in a bit."

The homeroom teacher, a middle-aged man with some baldness, shook his head upon hearing this and gave a word of advice.

Wei Ping and Wang Xu followed the flow of students to the playground.

The playground was already packed with students.

After finding his class's spot and standing in line, Wei Ping looked up and saw several figures standing on the steps in front of him.

The leader was a man wearing a black trench coat with a cold expression.

The man's gaze slowly swept across the entire room, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Zhou Yan, and I was originally from the Zhou family."

Zhou Yan paused for a moment at this point.

"Currently under the jurisdiction of the Yu State People's Federation, he is a Level 3 citizen and currently serves as the head of Hongchun City."

"Everyone, I've called you here today to announce some good news."

Each and every one of you has the opportunity to step into the extraordinary realm.

The words fell.

Everyone looked at each other.

The information Zhou Yan mentioned was quite significant.

What does "Zhou Family", "Human Alliance" and "Supernatural" mean?

Not only the students, but even the school leaders looked bewildered.

However, they knew that the person in front of them was sent down from above, so they did not interrupt rashly.

"What is the extraordinary?"

From the crowd, one of the students shouted out.

Compared to other things, they care more about this issue.

Zhou Yan glanced over indifferently.

"The extraordinary are humans who possess great power, but we call them secret warriors."

His tone was calm, as if he were talking about something perfectly ordinary.

But the moment those words were spoken, everyone on the playground erupted in cheers.

Everyone looked on in astonishment.

"Secret Weapons? What are those?"

"What he's talking about must be some kind of martial art, right?"

"What a joke! How could such a thing exist in reality? Martial arts are all just a hoax!"

A buzz of discussion arose, and almost no one believed it.

The school leaders also looked bewildered. Some opened their mouths as if to say something, but were stopped by the people who had come over.

"Where did this lunatic come from? How could such a thing exist in reality?"

Wang Xu, standing next to Wei Ping, muttered something under his breath.

"Say less."

Wei Ping frowned and nudged him with his elbow.

Regardless of whether what this person says is true or false, or how outrageous it may be, their identity is undeniable.

It wouldn't be good if someone overheard you talking nonsense.

I don't know if it's just my imagination.

He vaguely sensed that it was right when Wang Xu was speaking.

Zhou Yan on the stage glanced over and paused for a moment in their direction.

It gave him the feeling that the other person had already heard it.

At this moment, Zhou Yan spoke.

"Quiet."

The moment the two words were uttered, the sound rang in everyone's ears like a thunderclap.

It wasn't coming from a loudspeaker.

It didn't spread from the steps either.

The voice sounded as if someone was standing right in front of you, speaking into your ear.

Everyone in the room felt a chill run down their spines, and almost simultaneously fell silent.

The vast playground, filled with thousands of people, was completely silent.

It was only then that Wei Ping suddenly realized.

It seems that this person never used a microphone throughout the entire process.

Many people have also noticed this.

Without a microphone, without a megaphone, without shouting, he simply opened his mouth calmly, yet his voice clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

What kind of tactic is this?

"I know you don't believe me."

Zhou Yan's voice rang out again, still calm, still as if he were speaking in everyone's ear.

"Everyone thinks there's something wrong with my head."

He paused.

"Next, I will show you."

"Open your eyes wide and watch carefully."

The moment the words fell.

His knees were slightly bent.

boom!!

The next moment, he was launched into the air.

Without any running start or preparation, he just jumped casually.

His figure drew an arc in the air, his black trench coat fluttering in the wind, like a raptor spreading its wings.

They went straight up to a height of over ten meters, equivalent to five or six stories.

Everyone involuntarily raised their heads, staring in astonishment at the scene.

then.

Bang.

Zhou Yan landed back on the ground.

The moment his feet hit the ground, Wei Ping felt the ground beneath his feet tremble slightly.

On the playground.

A deathly silence descended.

Everyone stared at Zhou Yan's figure as if they had seen a ghost.

Are you kidding me? You can jump more than ten meters high with a light leap?

There were no wires used, so is there really something supernatural involved?

Everyone's resolve wavered.

Now that the facts are before them, they have no choice but to believe them.

"You've been fortunate to live in such a great era. In the past, you wouldn't have even been qualified to practice secret martial arts, so cherish this opportunity—"

Zhou Yan's voice continued.

His tone carried a hint of emotion.

The Zhou family was a medium-sized clan.

Although his surname is Zhou, he was not originally a member of the Zhou clan.

Rather, it was because of his own qualifications that he married into the Zhou family, and because they shared the same surname, he was incorporated into the real Zhou family.

But now, these little guys have so easily obtained the qualifications to practice secret martial arts. Where did he have such conditions before?

It just goes to show how unpredictable life can be.

now.

Below the stage, regardless of gender, everyone's eyes were burning with excitement, and their faces were flushed with emotion.

Teenagers are the age when they love to fantasize the most.

With such extraordinary power so clearly displayed before our eyes, who wouldn't be excited?

Wei Fan was the same.

Listening to Zhou Yan's commentary on stage, a fiery glint ignited in his eyes.

His grades were not bad.

In the last exam, I ranked fifth in my class and seventeenth in the entire grade.

If these grades can be maintained until the senior year of high school, it is not impossible to easily pass the admission line of a key first-tier university, or even easily get into a provincial key university or a "Double First-Class" university.

He originally thought that this was how he would live his life.

Go to a good university, find a decent job after graduation, get married and have children, and live out your life like that.

His family taught him this way from a young age, and his teachers instilled this belief in him, so he has always thought this way.

But now, he sees a second way.

Compared to the first path in life, which is predictable and predictable, this second path is clearly much more interesting.

The case of Hongchun No. 3 Middle School is not unique.

This kind of thing was happening almost simultaneously in various parts of the Yu Kingdom.

This announcement not only revealed the existence of Secret Weapons, but also addressed the issue of training Secret Weapon users.

Sending people to various high schools is only secondary.

The State of Yu even held a press conference.

The meeting was jointly convened by the Yu State Pacification Administration and the Yu State Strategic Security Guarantee Committee.

Information about secret weapons was released and popular science was provided.

All television channels will broadcast the program simultaneously.

Fengwen.com

As the most popular social networking website and app in Yu Kingdom today, the top trending topics are always dominated by terms like "celebrity concert" and "new drama".

But today is different.

The official news accounts of Yu State and Chenqi Daily, among other official media outlets, released the message together.

The hashtag #SecretWarrior# trended at number one on the hot search list.

In an instant, countless topics about secret warriors swept across the entire Internet.

There are certain age limitations for practicing esoteric martial arts.

The best results are achieved when one is 15 or older, or before the age of 20.

Therefore, high school students are at the most suitable age to practice secret martial arts.

Therefore, martial arts classes were added to high schools.

However, people in other age groups are not without options as well.

Alternatively, one can register at the local official residence and, for a small fee, receive unified instruction from the secret martial artists there.

Talented youngsters will receive preferential treatment.

Of course, if you don't have time, you can also log in to the official intranet of the Yu Kingdom.

After citizen verification, you can download the standing meditation materials from the website to study.

However, this method carries certain risks compared to the previous two.

After all, secret weapons are not something to be taken lightly; one wrong move and they can easily leave lasting consequences.