Chapter 647: You Only Have One Opponent

Western Front.

Wu Shifang and his team weren’t in a rush to move forward. Instead, they quietly waited for Mo Zhongning’s scouting results.

The Soul Beasts had already begun weaving through the ruins, pushing forward in a conical spread.

Since they shared senses with Mo Zhongning, the moment any of them detected an enemy, he’d know immediately.

Wu Shifang and the other three were guarding Mo Zhongning closely, all four hiding behind the cover of some collapsed ruins.

Suddenly, a flash of bright white light flared up in one of the Soul Beasts’ vision.

And in the next instant, that vision was gone. The beast had vanished into the rubble.

Mo Zhongning’s eyes snapped open.

“One of my Soul Beasts just got killed!”

The expressions on Wu Shifang’s team instantly turned serious.

“Did it find the Moon of Corrosion?”

“Let me take a closer look!”

Even though he had just lost one of his beasts, Mo Zhongning stayed calm. He could summon up to 138 at a time.

Now that he had a fix on the location where the beast was killed, he could direct others toward that area and get a clearer picture of who they were dealing with.

He immediately called in ten Soul Beasts from the surrounding area to recon the target, while ordering the rest to retreat.

The western section of Jiangning Plaza wasn’t particularly large.

Soon, the ten summoned Soul Beasts were darting across the ruins toward the spot.

Waiting for them… was a massive gun barrel.

Mo Zhongning recognized the wielder immediately.

In his right hand was a large black hand cannon — his attack method was powered by energy-based projectiles.

It was Kurosawa Akira, the Moon of Corrosion’s artilleryman!

As soon as the Soul Beasts appeared, Kurosawa blasted them one after another with explosive shots.

Mo Zhongning knew time was running out. He used the last remaining seconds of shared vision from the dying beasts to scan for other enemies nearby.

Aside from Kurosawa Akira, two more figures were approaching.

One had a flashy, edgy haircut — the stylish Sakuraba Yushimitsu.

But the third… the moment Mo Zhongning caught sight of his towering frame, his pupils contracted sharply.

“It’s him?! Damn it — just our luck!”

Before the words were even fully out of his mouth, every last one of his Soul Beasts had been wiped out.

Mo Zhongning stood up in a panic, panting heavily.

Wu Shifang and the others immediately tensed.

“Mo Zhongning, what did you see?”

“What could scare you that much?”

Mo Zhongning’s eyes flashed with hatred as he gritted his teeth.

“We ran into that monster! Daiku Kai Enzu!”

The moment he said the name, Wu Shifang, Li Weihai, and Jia Heting all turned deadly serious.

They’d all seen Daiku Kai Enzu’s strength before.

In the first battle, he had single-handedly annihilated two full teams of superhumans — with ease.

Among all the known enemies, he was absolutely the most dangerous.

The one no one wanted to encounter.

But seeing Mo Zhongning so shaken only made Wu Shifang snort in disdain.

“So what if he’s tough? You don’t need to be that scared. We all carry our heads on our shoulders just the same — I refuse to believe the four of us together can’t handle one guy!”

As an Enhancement Type superhuman known for his brute strength, Wu Shifang was a powerhouse in his own right — stronger than the fallen Li Guoqiang and Meng Shucheng.

With capable teammates by his side, he believed his team stood a fighting chance against Daiku Kai Enzu.

Mo Zhongning held his head, gritting his teeth.

“But he’s not alone! He’s got two others with him! Even four against three, we’ll barely hold out. We could die out there!”

“But don’t forget, our mission isn’t to defeat them.” Wu Shifang stayed calm.

“We just need to stall them long enough. That, at least, we can do.”

All three team leaders had guts — none were chosen for their roles by accident.

Wu Shifang, especially, was bold but meticulous. He didn’t panic under pressure.

As he spoke, he was already sending the enemy intel to headquarters.

“Western squad has made contact with the enemy. Three hostiles identified: Daiku Kai Enzu, Sakuraba Yushimitsu, and Kurosawa Akira.”

Back at headquarters, dozens of analysts at the Operations Center began working furiously on their computers — evaluating the three enemies’ combat capabilities and calculating optimal countermeasures.

Zhu Zheng looked at the report handed to him and immediately issued a command to Wu Shifang.

“Good work. Engage them according to the original plan. Stall them as long as possible — force them to reveal their powers.

Give the Celestial Squad a chance to break through!”

“Understood.”

Wu Shifang ended the call and turned to his three teammates.

“Since we’re here, forget about life and death. Let’s give them a fight to remember!”

To Wu Shifang, Jiangning was his home.

If the city fell, his family, his friends — they’d all be wiped out by Moon of Corrosion.

He had to fight to the death.

Even if it cost him his life — it would be worth it.

Mo Zhongning and the others might not share his level of devotion…

But now that things had come to this, backing out wasn’t an option.

Retreating now would ruin their reputations and lead to punishment from Jiangnan District.

Better to fight it out and gamble for a future.

Mo Zhongning gritted his teeth and growled,

“Fine, we’ll go all in! I want to see just how strong these Neon Nation freaks really are!”

The four of them moved into a diamond formation — Wu Shifang, the strength-based Enhancement Type, took the lead; Mo Zhongning and Li Weihai held the flanks; Jia Heting stayed at the rear.

Soon, a tall figure began to emerge from the fog.

It was Daiku Kai Enzu, the sumo champion — the first to appear before them.

Behind him were Sakuraba Yushimitsu, wearing a playful smirk, and Kurosawa Akira.

With the gray crows assisting them, navigating through the fog was effortless — they’d found Wu Shifang’s team without breaking a sweat.

As soon as Daiku Kai Enzu laid eyes on them, he frowned with a disappointed look.

“Aren’t these supposed to be Jiangnan District’s elite? Why do they look… so weak?”

Sakuraba Yushimitsu crossed his arms and laughed.

“They’re probably just cannon fodder meant to probe us. Just play along. I’m sure the real main force is behind them.”

Daiku nodded. “In that case, let’s not waste our time on them.”

Their dismissive tone enraged Wu Shifang’s team.

Even though they didn’t speak the same language, their tactical helmets included translation modules — so they understood everything loud and clear.

They may not have been the elite from Blizzard City, but they were still major figures in the outer city.

Not the kind of people who’d let others look down on them.

Wu Shifang let out a cold laugh.

“The four of us are more than enough to deal with you! Seems like you’re the ones who’ve misunderstood the situation.”

Hearing that, Sakuraba Yushimitsu raised both hands in mock defense.

“No, no, don’t get the wrong idea!”

He and Kurosawa Akira casually stepped back a few paces.

Then Sakuraba pointed at Daiku Kai Enzu.

“He’s your only opponent. We promise not to interfere.”

A wicked gleam flickered in his eyes.

“If you’re strong enough, feel free to kill him.”

Author's Note