Chapter 675: Two Monsters

Standing at the back door of the tavern, Lin An fell into thought.

The dragged corpse likely belonged to the ambushers.

The dragging marks were rough, extending all the way from the back door, finally turning into dripping blood.

This shows that a third party loaded the corpse onto a handcart, or carried it away.

Moreover, the ambushers and the third party did not clash.

Or rather...

Not daring?

Somewhat interesting.

Able to make a gang of ruthless scoundrels so frightened they could only watch helplessly as their companions were killed and the corpses taken away.

Did they not have the slightest thought of resisting midway?

All the clues combined, Lin An couldn't help but tilt his head slightly, looking through the buildings toward the Broadcast Building.

There, are there powerful Awakened Ones?

However, under mental perception, there was nothing abnormal.

Forget it, just charge in and kill.

Having wasted a few minutes, Lin An also didn't intend to dwell on anything further.

Walking out of the tavern, from the dimness onto the bright street, the sunlight was glaring.

His gaze shifted slightly.

Lin An coldly snorted in his heart; he had long detected nine humans hiding in ambush in the neighboring shop.

Tiptoeing.

These people's movements, which they thought were sufficiently cautious, sounded like enormous noise in his senses.

Hiding behind the half‑broken rolling gate, the man with a braid licked his chapped lips and made a gesture.

("Boss, that kid has come out!")

Raising his arm slightly, the man called Boss hesitated a moment, then gripped his spear tightly, secretly gathering power for a skill.

Waiting for the order, he would first impale this kid against the wall.

A charged thrust, combined with great strength enhancement.

Although his talent level wasn't high, it was extraordinarily useful for ambushes.

Feeling anxious about Lin An's aura, the leading Boss did not notice any power.

What a weak psionic fluctuation.

The man in combat attire before him was merely a Rank‑0 Awakened One.

Under the mental illusion, he could not see through Lin An's casually set disguise.

Kid, today I, Old Man Yang, will give you a lesson!

He gave a cruel smile.

Imagining himself and his companions charging out, that kid panicked, with a pleading expression.

In his heart, a trace of pleasure inevitably arose.

Damn it, I can't beat the monster, but killing a Rank‑0 is a piece of cake!

In the Apocalypse, those who aren't vigilant end up dead!!

He took a deep breath.

Seeing Lin An slowly approach the motorcycle, he tensed his whole body, gripped the spear with both hands, and let out a fierce shout.

"Make your move!"

"Kill him!"

"Bang!"

The damaged rolling gate was burst open, and the nine people surrounded Lin An from front, back, left, and right in an instant.

Some held fire axes, many held pistols; throughout the group, only the Boss possessed a piece of equipment.

It looked extremely shabby.

"Go die!"

Charging up, he leapt, the spear‑wielding man gave a vicious grin, and a dim psionic flicker flashed across the white spearhead.

A charged strike—this attack of his could pierce a bridge vehicle!

He could almost imagine that the frightened man before him would have his brains speared out.

He leapt into midair.

He saw his underlings already acting simultaneously, while the man before him merely stood dazed, head tilted, looking somewhat foolish, and he couldn't help but sneer.

Damn it!

Do you really think it's safe just because there are no zombies here?

Spear thrust downward!

With his back to the sunlight, he felt this thrust was perfect.

Just that.

Why aren't you panicking yet?

In his imagination, the scene of frantic dodging did not appear.

Without hesitation, at the instant the spear pierced Lin An's head, the Boss blurted out quickly:

"Don't damage the vehicle!"

The words had just fallen.

Only saw the man armed with weapons, a flash of silver light suddenly flickered in his eyes.

A strong threat of death shrouded the mind.

The squad leader leaping in mid‑air, using the downward force, felt as if time had slowed.

What... what's going on!?

Why haven't I fallen yet!?

As if stuck in mid‑air, the spear he thrust out moved like in slow motion.

Random thoughts.

Could it be that my strength broke through, granting me dynamic vision?

For no apparent reason, the nine ambushing Awakened Ones unexpectedly found their movements slowing down more and more.

Just as someone began to feel something was off.

A soiled scrap of paper, swept up by the wind, fluttered past quickly.

No!

It's not that time slowed, nor that my reactions sped up!

It's...

We're immobilized!!

Horrified.

The moment the thought arose.

The leader still thrusting downward in mid‑air instantly felt his limbs loosen, his eyes filled with terror.

As if realizing something.

"No!!!"

The voice drew out.

The slowed time returned to its original flow.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Successive tearing sounds rang out.

That was the sound of limbs being torn from the body by violence, blood spraying, everyone becoming a four‑hole fountain.

In an instant.

A psychic wave that made everyone tremble enveloped the squad.

Almost at the same moment, whether leaping mid‑air or lunging forward, several people had their limbs vanish, turning them into living human sticks.

Except for the leader, whom Lin An was about to question, only one hand was torn off.

The others watched helplessly as their own limbs were torn off like toys and then embedded into the ground.

As limbs were suddenly torn away, several people, in extreme fear, let out sharp, thin screams.

The sound, like an awl, shattered the quiet of the district.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The delayed pain stabbed the nerves.

The spear fell to the ground.

Those who had lost their limbs weakly wailed, struggling in mid‑air.

"My hand!!!"

Never having seen such a perverse scene, everyone stared at the motionless Lin An as if looking at a monster.

Why!?

Why is there another monster here?

Overwhelming regret.

Under intense pain, everyone wept and wished they could faint right then.

"Thump‑thump"

With the psychic control lifted, they, bereft of limbs, crashed heavily to the ground.

Seeing limbs strewn across the ground, several hearts were filled with anguish and regret.

It's over, everything is over.

The opponent's counterattack was too terrifying, too decisive.

Without limbs, they couldn't even think of fleeing; just the bleeding could kill them.

Facing death, everyone trembled with fear.

They, who once could keep a straight face and even chop off others' limbs in excitement, now suffered the same fate.

For the first time, they experienced the despair of the victim.

Why, why did we provoke this monster!?

Are they human, or what!?

Snot and tears streamed forth together.

Lin An looked somewhat surprised at these fear‑filled human sticks.

So even scum can have moments of regret?

"I ask, you answer."

The voice was clear and cold.

Having fallen to the ground, the trembling leader looked at the slender finger placed above his head, and his face instantly turned ashen.

He could feel it.

If I hesitate even a second, this good-looking hand will stab into my brain.

This place has no zombies.

But, there are two monsters.