Chapter 120: Focused Fire: Their Cultivation

But no one noticed that amid the chaotic crowd, the Ying Guang Lu figure had already slipped away silently from the Manufacturing Department's main force when the alarm sounded.

He didn't take the narrow passage, but instead quietly approached the dark corner where the base stored materials.

Mistakes are common during the manufacturing process, and most of the people here are fresh entrants, so the prepared materials are often far more than what will actually be used.

Since no one takes these surplus materials away, leaving them here only for the Assault Team to smash, it's better to let them have them for free.

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Before the alarm at the base entrance was triggered, Shen Zexi had already placed Runes on several ventilation shafts.

In his original plan, finishing up here before returning left plenty of time.

After all, this base is quite hidden, with Security Team members patrolling the perimeter, so if anything went wrong he could rush back in time.

However, as soon as he approached the next ventilation shaft, he keenly sensed a faint, lingering strange fragrance in the air.

He instantly recognized the familiar scent, his complexion changed abruptly, and he tore a corner of his clothing, soaked it with water, and covered his mouth and nose.

Instinctively holding his breath, he silently moved toward the ventilation shaft's location and saw those two figures.

Chen Mo Zhi's hands were surrounded by eerie ink‑green energy, carefully blending toxins into the airflow.

He immediately recognized that person's identity.

"Chen Mo Zhi! Stop!"

Shen Zexi shouted sharply, lightning aura flaring instantly around him like countless tiny silver serpents slithering through the air, dispersing the surrounding sweet scent and illuminating Chen Mo Zhi's gloomy face.

Interrupted mid‑spell, a flash of malice crossed Chen Mo Zhi's eyes; he pulled Meng Kexin behind him, turned to face Shen Zexi, and poisonous mist began to spread around him.

"Shen Zexi......" Chen Mo Zhi's voice was hoarse, "Your timing really couldn't be worse."

"Enough chatter."

Shen Zexi knew time was tight; since Chen Mo Zhi was here poisoning, the base's location had been exposed, and he had to eliminate the trouble here quickly.

Without hesitation, lightning aura gathered at his fingertips, forming a blinding electric whip that tore through the air, sweeping straight toward Chen Mo Zhi.

Chen Mo Zhi snorted coldly, pushing both hands forward, the ink‑green poisonous mist forming a curtain before him.

The lightning whip entered the mist, emitting a sizzle of corrosion, the light dimming rapidly before finally vanishing within it.

Yet the poisonous mist was also largely dispersed by the power of Lightning Chains.

The two instantly clashed in one spot.

Lightning aura flashed, poisonous mist roiled; Shen Zexi's attacks were swift and fierce, aiming for a quick finish, while Chen Mo Zhi's defense was cunning and ruthless, the mist seeping everywhere, trying to corrode Shen Zexi's guard.

Meng Kexin carefully kept her distance from the battlefield, minimizing her presence, yet her gaze remained calmly observing the fight, her fingers twitching slightly behind her.

A sharp, rapid alarm rang from the base direction, startling Shen Zexi.

It was the base‑under‑attack alarm; they had indeed moved.

Luo Jinyou was still there; his talent is high, but being so young, his combat experience is lacking, and against a prepared Assault Team, he probably...

Must rush back immediately!

Shen Zexi's face remained calm, his former gentleness gone; the lightning aura around him grew wilder and faster, his assault more ferocious, trying to forcefully tear through Chen Mo Zhi's defense.

Yet Chen Mo Zhi, hearing the alarm, let a pre‑expected cold smile curl his lips.

The poisonous mist around him surged, becoming thicker and more clingy, like a swamp hindering each of Shen Zexi's strikes.

Chen Mo Zhi only needed to stall; they had a numerical advantage, and keeping Shen Zexi, the enemy's main force, here meant eliminating the Security Team was merely a matter of time.

Seeing this, Shen Zexi furrowed his brows, lightning sparks flashing in his eyes, knowing he absolutely could not waste time here with Chen Mo Zhi.

The moisture in the air seemed slightly heavier, lingering unseen between his fingers.

Shen Zexi's gaze swept the surroundings, seeking a way to escape quickly.

But it proved difficult; his attention was drawn to an extremely conspicuous, vivid pink against the dim forest backdrop.

It was the girl who had been quietly staying behind Chen Mo Zhi, Meng Kexin.

Her gaze was unusually calm, even bearing a peace that clashed with the surrounding melee, silently staring at him.

In the instant their eyes met, Shen Zexi felt a fleeting daze, his consciousness briefly fragmenting.

The next second, a tiny sting on his arm jolted him back to awareness.

Looking down, he saw a strangely patterned, multicolored tiny spider spring off his forearm, vanishing into the grass shadows.

The bite sites, two tiny red dots, were surrounded by a faint ink‑like streak that raced along the fine vascular threads, spreading rapidly.

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After breaking through the Security Team's traps, Qi Hengyu moved like a tiger among sheep, unstoppable, consecutively 'killing' several Security Team members and Manufacturing Department students.

Yet his onslaught was abruptly halted by a solid earth‑yellow barrier.

Luo Jinyou stood like a rock before Qi Hengyu, the massive earth wall rose again, its energy covering the entire metal door, blocking all of Qi Hengyu's fierce attacks and sealing them inside the passage.

"Luo Jinyou! Your turtle shell is pretty hard!"

Qi Hengyu instantly realized whose hand had forged that incredibly sturdy door; a smile curled his lips, this being his first duel with Luo Jinyou, his battle spirit intensified.

He let out a low roar, qi surging around him, gathering strength; a punch wrapped in a sharp, air‑rending scream slammed heavily onto Luo Jinyou's newly reinforced metal door.

"Boom!!"

The muffled sound, like an ancient bell striking, reverberated throughout the base.

The earth‑yellow‑infused door quivered violently, a clear fist imprint dented the panel, and the surrounding earth element energy rippled chaotically, scattering tiny specks of light.

Luo Jinyou let out a muted grunt, his complexion paling three shades instantly.

He turned back; most Manufacturing Department students had already evacuated.

The other Security Team students gathered around him; the defensive traps they once controlled had all been destroyed by Qi Hengyu's group, leaving them at a loss.

Wanting to help but unable, they left, leaving Luo Jinyou alone here, unable to get past that mental hurdle.

At that moment, Luo Jinyou noticed the conspicuous Ying Guang Lu streak.

"You're still here?"

Luo Jinyou's mouth twisted into an ugly grimace; Qi Hengyu's power far exceeded his estimate, and this punch was not only massive and heavy, but also contained internal force with extremely strong penetrative power.

Ying Duo made no sound, merely silently sorting the equipment and items in his backpack.

Luo Jinyou's words caused everyone's gaze to instinctively turn toward the silent streak of Ying Guang Lu in the corner.

Ying Duo ignored the surrounding stares; he simply kept his head down.

However, the scene that followed made all the Security Team members present stare wide‑eyed, almost forgetting the imminent threat ahead.

In Ying Duo's hand, a fist‑sized metal sphere from a moment ago instantly transformed into several magazines; with a flick of his wrist, a short blade flashing with cold light appeared...

The rapid swapping of items dazzled the eyes, and finally, all the lights, shadows, and movements suddenly froze—each of his hands now firmly grasped a sleek handgun that glimmered with a cold metallic sheen.

It was not until then that Ying Duo slowly lifted his head, his gaze passing over the strained Luo Jinyou and toward the direction outside the door where a continuous barrage of crashing sounds echoed.

He tilted his head, as if he suddenly understood something.

Ying Duo rummaged a heap of components from his own backpack; the Ying Guang Lu wiring guided the parts, and soon, he distributed a gun to each NPC as if wholesaling them.

After completing all the tasks, Ying Duo silently stepped back one pace, concealing his merit and fame.

Then, he still spoke in that old‑fashioned, stiff tone:

"Focus fire on them."