Chapter 71: True or False Tang San

“Boom!”

Without warning, amid thunder and lightning, a massive roar revealed the deeply buried base to the moonlight.

The bright glow of the external moon shone through the deep tunnel, illuminating the base’s cold steel.

“Fuck, who the hell is it?”

Wang Duan sat in the center of the base, feeling the violent tremors, and his temper flared instantly.

For the past few days, to pursue the Infinite Protagonist Project, he had suppressed his urge to cause chaos.

He had stopped playing out real-life scripts like “The Divine Doctor Descends” or “Bodyguard to the Beauty,” where he humiliated ordinary people.

Yet even after behaving so well, trouble still came knocking—was there no justice left?

Filled with furious rage, in the next instant, his body writhed, transforming into an eighteen-year-old boy clad in a golden tight-fitting suit, a red cape hanging from his shoulders, and a giant “F” emblazoned on his chest.

If Fang Can were here, he would recognize this guy at a glance: [Fuckyou Superman].

Yes, this was Wang Duan’s ability—he could borrow superpowers by cosplaying others.

The stronger the original superpower user, the smaller the proportion of power Wang Duan could borrow, but never exceeding 50% of the cosplayed individual’s strength.

Why borrow power at all?

At that moment, far away in City A, throwing a wild party, the real Fuckyou Superman staggered, sensing he had lost at least forty percent of his power—a hollow emptiness rose in his heart.

“Fuck you, Wang Duan—you’re stealing my power again!”

Instantly, consumed by rage, Fuckyou Superman punched a mortal beside him into pulp; the entire party fell into dead silence.

But even this couldn’t quell Fuckyou Superman’s fury.

Because his powers were all-around, this wasn’t the first time his strength had been stolen—he felt like his kidneys were being drained every few days. Who could take this?

Using the borrowed power of Fuckyou Superman, Wang Duan vanished from his spot.

The next instant, cloaked in his red cape, he appeared ten thousand meters above ground, glaring with fury at the cold, beautiful woman before him.

“Damn it, you bitch—you’re the one who messed up Wadasi’s whole chaotic plan! You deserve to die!” Wang Duan roared, then immediately felt a crushing pressure bearing down on him.

With half of Fuckyou Superman’s mental strength, Wang Duan felt only icy numbness from the mental assault, then sneered: “This power… you’re from another world.”

“Can resist mental domination? And this attire—she must be the talkative superpower user Ning’an mentioned.”

Liu Qingmeng stared at the man before her, recalling her disciple’s description.

Meanwhile, Fang Can, curled up in bed watching a movie, saw Liu Qingmeng enter the room.

“Master, what do you need?” Fang Can swallowed the chips in his arms and asked.

“Do you know a superpower user who wears a red cape, yellow clothing, and has this symbol on his chest?”

As she spoke, a lightning-formed capital “F” materialized in her hand.

“Oh, you mean Fuckyou Superman? His ability is super strength, super…”

After briefly explaining the man’s powers, Fang Can asked: “But why are you asking about him?”

“Hmm…” Liu Qingmeng evaded: “Just learning about the abilities in your world.”

Elsewhere, massive lightning flashed, crackling with thunder; the spiritual energy Liu Qingmeng had transferred to Jiang Ningan transformed into torrents of lightning.

Compared to Jiang Ningan’s previous critical injuries, though her strength was less than one percent of her original, she still outclassed Wang Duan in raw power.

“With my remaining spiritual energy, at this battle intensity, I can sustain combat for about two incense sticks,” Liu Qingmeng thought.

“At this rate, in another kūn minute, this little fairy will kill me outright,” thought Wang Duan, his bones shattered in multiple places, yet he remained calm.

Because he wasn’t fighting alone—other city superpower users would arrive soon to help.

One side sent out clones fearless of death; the other had reinforcements behind them, continuing the fight regardless of risk.

By unspoken agreement, both fought high in the sky, avoiding ground damage; the entire sky echoed with thunder and explosive qi.

And indeed, as Wang Duan expected, more and more superpower users began joining the battle.

“Tell me then—who is the female superpower user with green hair, black clothing, and a golden five-pointed star on her shoulder?”

In Fang Can’s bedroom, the two external incarnations, connected by consciousness, Liu Qingmeng asked Fang Can.

“Oh, the Goddess? Her ability is…”

Fang Can, curled under the covers, sighed as he explained one by one to the curious Liu Master the powers of each superpower user.

“What a nagging woman—she’s ruining my movie,” Fang Can mentally grumbled.

As more superpower users joined the fight, Liu Qingmeng began to fall on the defensive.

But this strike was meant to probe these superpower users’ true strength—she had no fear.

Meanwhile, unlike the fierce chaos above, below in the base, a casual finger-point at the start of battle had already triggered massive chaos.

Tang San, listening to a lab technician’s explanation, felt the ground shake violently, then saw the base’s warning lights flash red.

“The base is under attack!” The lab tech’s face turned ashen with fear of death. Glancing at the confused Tang San, he abandoned his research and bolted for the exit.

“What’s going on with this guy?” Tang San frowned, baffled, but instinctively followed him out.

He entered the room, stepping into the base’s sci-fi corridor.

Amid the flashing red warning lights, he saw countless lab-coated men rushing frantically in one direction, fleeing like refugees.

“Wait…” In the next instant, Tang San saw a man step out of one of the rooms—like looking into a mirror.

The most terrifying part: the man’s face was identical to his own!!

Same blue hair, same eyebrows, eyes, mouth—like a perfect copy from the same mold.

“Who are you!” Suddenly, the man across from him noticed Tang San, pointing at him in shock.

“Me? I’m Tang San!” he replied.

“Liar! I’m Tang San!” the other man exclaimed, equally incredulous.

“If you’re Tang San, then who am I?”

As another voice gasped in surprise, another Tang San stepped out from a different door.

Then a second, a third, a fourth…

Dozens of Tangsans emerged, one after another, from their respective rooms.

(End of Chapter)