"Sure enough, it's you who have been obstructing me."
A familiar voice rang out, causing Ning Yu to lift her head and look towards the figure emerging from the far end of the exhibition hall.
He was clad in full white armor, with deep blue patterns flickering brightly on it. The armor was angular and gave off a strong sense of technology.
His face was half-covered by a helmet, revealing his hair from behind. Most of it had turned white, with only a few strands of black hair remaining.
Unlike Ning Yu's natural silvery-white hair, his was a sickly white color, a symbol of illness and aging.
In front of his face, a blue light screen was projected from the top of his helmet, covering his eyes and nose. Only his mouth was visible, making it difficult to discern his features.
He held a sword hilt in his hand, from which green light burst forth with his movements, scorching a black mark on the ground.
It was a lightsaber.
Ning Yu was lost in thought, but then suddenly recognized the voice of the newcomer.
Even though she had only met him once, she had a deep impression of his voice.
Ji Mengyao, who was behind her, also noticed this enemy. However, as soon as she heard his voice, her eyes filled with disbelief.
She raised her trembling hand, pointing at the man covered in armor in the distance, and exclaimed:
"Zhuang...Wugou???"
She was all too familiar with this voice. It was Zhuang Wugou, the founder of the Ark Base.
"Why are you here? Why are you protecting that mutant monster??"
Soon, Ji Mengyao thought of something even more terrifying.
"Could it be...all these missions...were they all arranged by you? This time with Wu Di...and that time with Wan Heng..."
"Why are you doing this? Isn't your wish the survival of mankind?? Then why did you establish the Ark...and why did you let everyone..."
Ji Mengyao seemed more and more confused, slowly shaking her head, unable to comprehend Zhuang Wugou's mysterious actions.
In the face of Ji Mengyao's barrage of questions, Zhuang Wugou did not respond.
He slowly walked over to the side of the creature, and the blue ripple shield became even more radiant, lifting the creature up.
Light beams condensed from the shield, shining on the wounds caused by the triple-bounce shock wave from Ning Yu's Blood Kite, visibly beginning to heal them.
Ning Yu, holding the Blood Kite, was carefully watching the shield and the light beams repairing the creature.
This kind of advanced technology, and this relationship with the mutant zombies, she was all too familiar with it. After all, her own knife had once broken against a girl who possessed the same technological means.
She still remembered the terrifying power of that girl, and her words, "We will meet again."
"What is your relationship with Lacy?"
Ning Yu uttered a name, and it was this name that made Zhuang Wugou, hidden within his armor, pause and turn to look at Ning Yu:
"You actually know the name of the Angel Lord?"
"Not only do I know her name, but I've also fought with her."
Of course, she lost the fight, but Ning Yu would never admit such an embarrassing fact.
Upon hearing this, Zhuang Wugou didn't react, but simply shook his head:
"Forget it, it doesn't matter anymore."
"Why, if you're on the side of humanity, would you help mutant zombies?"
Both Ning Yu and Ji Mengyao had the same question. She picked up the Blood Kite and pointed it at Zhuang Wugou.
"You won't understand, and there's no need for you to."
Zhuang Wugou had no intention of answering. The light sword in his hand suddenly brightened, and the mechanical light circulating around his body began to flicker at a higher frequency.
"Now, you're in my way."
This was a dangerous signal, one that Ning Yu was all too familiar with.
It was as if he had some kind of propulsion device installed on him, and in an instant, he was right in front of Ning Yu.
"Hum~~"
The light sword in his hand swung and buzzed, slashing towards Ning Yu.
Ning Yu had already activated her Future Reading, and she dodged Zhuang Wugou's horizontal sword attack by bending backwards on the spot.
She twisted her body and the Blood Kite followed the direction of her waist, slashing upwards.
As expected, it hit the familiar ripple barrier, creating ripples on it. She was all too familiar with this damned defense.
Zhuang Wugou's leg armor fired like a cannon, kicking out a swift kick towards Ning Yu's side.
Ning Yu pulled back her blade to defend, first blocking this kick. The powerful force made her retreat several steps.
"Hum! Hum! Hum!"
His light sword was like a relentless snake, which Ning Yu dodged or defended against one by one with her instinct and Future Reading.
Sparks flew from the clashing of the Blood Kite and the light sword. Ning Yu, who had experienced a broken blade once, had to be mindful of the state of the Blood Kite's blade.
However, the Blood Kite, being an epic weapon, showed no signs of damage in the fight.
"Bang!!!!"
"Bang!!!!"
Just as Ning Yu and Zhuang Wugou pulled apart, Shen Yiyue, who had taken the high ground, had already set up her sniper rifle and fired two shots at Zhuang Wugou.
The two sniper bullets seemed to fall onto a spring bed, pressing the blue ripple barrier inward, then weakly bouncing onto the ground.
Taking advantage of this gap, Ning Yu's stabbing attack followed.
Following a sniper bullet, a blade stabbed towards the concave part of the barrier.
It seemed to have broken some limit, and the concave part was directly pierced by the Blood Kite.
However, Zhuang Wugou's figure suddenly retreated, taking advantage of Ning Yu's attack being buffered by the barrier, he avoided this extremely sharp attack.
A series of symbols lit up in the blue light screen under his helmet. He didn't attack forward, but raised his hand, and two probes came out of his armored armor:
"Thump! Thump!"
Two unidentified flying objects were launched, making a smooth arc in the air, flying upwards.
"Sister Yue, watch out!"
Seeing something wrong, Ning Yu realized that these flying objects were not coming at her, but at Shen Yiyue.
She jumped up on the spot, threw the Blood Kite, and let it spin and strike one of the flying objects.
"Boom!"
The moment the Blood Kite came into contact with the flying object, a violent explosion was triggered, shattering the chandelier above.
Damn, there's another one!
Ning Yu tried to recall the Blood Kite to intercept again, but Zhuang Wugou launched another attack. His face was hidden behind a blue light barrier, making it impossible to see his expression.
But his attacks were increasingly ruthless.
The constant swinging of his light sword left Ning Yu unable to deal with the other flying object.
"Bang!!!"
"Boom!!"
A sniper shot echoed from afar, followed by another violent explosion. Only then did Ning Yu breathe a sigh of relief.
Shen Yiyue must have detonated the remaining unidentified flying object with her sniper rifle.
Only she, with the Future Reading ability that guarantees a hit with any firearm, could have done it.
Zhuang Wugou wanted to retreat and use that long-range weapon again, but this time Ning Yu wouldn't give him any chance.
She had already adapted to Zhuang Wugou's attack rhythm, his ripple barrier around him was already on the verge of collapse under Ning Yu's counterattack!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
