Chapter 325: Divine Power

Chapter 325: Divine Power

Ling Feng frantically chased after Zhang Yi, but his physical condition was deteriorating rapidly due to his allergy.

Even though he forced himself to keep fighting, he was far from his peak.

Zhang Yi, however, had no qualms about simply running away. After all, he wasn’t the one stuck in the toxic circle.

As long as he could hold out, he would win. So why step forward to fight head-on?

The key was to endure until the very end and claim victory.

Ling Feng’s consciousness began to blur.

Allergies are a severe and often fatal weakness for anyone, a natural flaw like Achilles' heel.

Even the strongest can’t overcome it.

Ling Feng never imagined that with his seemingly unbeatable close-combat skills, he’d end up defeated by Zhang Yi’s underhanded tactics!

“Boom!”

Ling Feng’s sturdy body collapsed to the ground and didn’t rise again.

Zhang Yi maintained a safe distance, lighting a fire to keep himself warm while eating to replenish his strength.

Half an hour passed slowly.

By then, Zhang Yi was well-rested and had eaten his fill, keeping his body in peak condition.

Looking at Ling Feng’s motionless form in the distance, Zhang Yi muttered, “Is he really dead, or just faking?”

He pulled out his Desert Eagle, loaded with armor-piercing rounds, and aimed a shot directly at Ling Feng’s head.

“Pop!”

A gaping bullet hole appeared in Ling Feng’s head, clean through, but no blood flowed.

In the freezing temperatures, even his blood had solidified.

“Is he really dead?”

Zhang Yi’s heart surged with excitement, though he struggled to keep it in check.

Had he truly killed the invincible captain of West Hill Base’s Special Forces?

The evidence suggested it, yet such a tremendous achievement felt surreal.

Just to be sure, he pulled out a massive truck from his Spatial Storage and dropped it heavily onto Ling Feng’s body.

“Pop!”

The frozen corpse was severed in half at the waist.

Only then did Zhang Yi exhale in relief. “It seems he’s truly dead. No one would go to such extremes to fake it.”

He approached Ling Feng’s body, Loong Roar Sword flashing into his hand.

Upon reaching the body, Zhang Yi immediately chopped off Ling Feng’s head.

“Finally, I’m sure—he’s really dead!”

Zhang Yi let out a breath, completely reassured.

Staring at Ling Feng’s severed head, he felt a strong impulse rise within him.

Squatting down, he placed his right hand on Ling Feng’s head.

Soon, a familiar sensation coursed through him—a tremendous power flowed through his palm and into his body. The feeling was exhilarating, even more satisfying than any other experience he could think of. ṟ₳

If absorbing Xie Huanhuan’s power had been like a gentle stream, then Ling Feng’s was a mighty river!

“This... is incredible!”

Soon, Zhang Yi had fully absorbed Ling Feng’s power.

What he didn’t yet realize was that Ling Feng had previously devoured the abilities of three other superhumans, all of which now became Zhang Yi’s.

He noticed his vision growing hazy.

It felt like something was stirring, ready to emerge, though he couldn’t quite tell what.

Lifting his visor, he rubbed his eyes.

He didn’t see the blinding white light intensifying in his pupils, only feeling a strange, growing clarity—a sense of sharpened perception.

Blinking hard, Zhang Yi felt his head spin from the sudden surge of power.

He glanced ahead, where a wrecked car lay.

Almost instinctively, he let this indescribable sensation flow outward.

In the next moment, the space before him twisted into a spiral.

“Bang!”

The car gave a loud crack as it twisted in half from the center!

“A new ability?”

Only now did Zhang Yi realize that absorbing Ling Feng’s power had granted him a new ability.

“This... is Divine Power? Twisting space to break objects!”

Zhang Yi instantly named his new ability.

He felt a surge of excitement. This new power filled the gap in his attack capabilities.

Most firearms were ineffective against combat-oriented superhumans.

But superpowers were a different story.

If he could twist and break a steel car in half, human bodies would be even easier.

“The only drawback is that Divine Power consumes a lot of energy. Just one use, and I feel like half my energy is gone. I can probably use it three times in a row.”

“As for its range, it seems to be about 300 meters. Not ideal for long-distance attacks, but within 300 meters, it’s more effective than a sniper rifle!”

Divine Power had significant energy consumption, but the sheer destructive power made it worthwhile.

One hit was enough to slice a car in half, a feat even a rocket launcher would struggle to achieve.

And it was hard for opponents to defend against—a deadly surprise attack!

Zhang Yi looked beyond the valley, a sinister smile on his lips.

“Now, who’s in the shadows?”

He didn’t rush out immediately. Instead, he continued eating to replenish his energy.

According to what he’d learned, superpowers drew energy from within the body, which could be replenished by eating.

He planned to strike at full strength.

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Outside the valley.

The group had been waiting for over an hour, and a subtle shift in mood began.

In the freezing cold of midnight, standing guard wasn’t pleasant.

Although they wore combat gear with active heating, standing still for so long made their feet numb from the cold.

However, no one dared leave, or perhaps, none of them could leave.

Until the battle inside was settled, any departure would disrupt the balance of the situation.

At first, Zheng Xuerong and her team were fully confident in Ling Feng, convinced that this would be a straightforward fight.

After all, based on what they had seen, Zhang Yi seemed to have no chance of defeating Ling Feng.

A warehouse clerk without formal training, up against a Special Forces king with incredible superpowers—wasn’t the outcome obvious?

Yet they were unaware of a critical difference between the two: an intelligence gap that had long been present.

None of them knew that West Hill Base’s information had already leaked.

With the advantage of superior intelligence, Zhang Yi had ample time to prepare against Ling Feng.

Meanwhile, Ling Feng was forced into an impromptu fight.

As time dragged on, Zheng Xuerong and her companions grew increasingly uneasy.

“Why isn’t it over yet? Shouldn’t Captain Ling have killed Zhang Yi by now?” Zheng Xuerong murmured.

Shi Dayong reassured her, “Maybe the captain is just taking his time torturing him. Don’t worry. We have to trust the captain’s strength!”

Zheng Xuerong frowned. “But Captain Ling isn’t one to be careless.”

A well-trained soldier would aim to finish his opponent quickly, without toying around.

On the other hand, Fatty Xu and Uncle You were beginning to smile.

The longer it took, the more it played into Zhang Yi’s strategy.

Zhang Yi was known for his extreme caution.

The longer the fight continued, the greater the likelihood of his victory.

Author's Note