Chapter 311: Very Good

Drip—drip drip drip drip!

The shrill alarm sounded like a chicken strangled at the throat, wildly screaming on the wrists of every member of Lei Yu's squad.

The small Weird Detection Instrument Hand Ring's screen numbers were surging at a speed the naked eye could not capture, red light flashing, scorching the wrist with pain.

"Captain! This...... this reading?!" a young team member's voice changed pitch.

Lei Yu fixed his gaze on the young man at the street corner whom he had just regarded as an ordinary survivor.

The energy surge erupting from him, almost condensing into substance, was wildly impacting Lei Yu's cognition.

At the same time, intense pain and an immense, indescribable force were simultaneously rampaging through Su Ming's limbs and bones.

It was as if someone had forcibly poured the magma of an entire volcano into his slender blood vessels.

Every inch of muscle wailed, every cell torn apart and reorganized.

The spot on his chest struck by the Divine Gift was scorching hot like a branding iron.

Yet his face showed no trace of pain.

Because he knew that if he showed even a hint of weakness now, he would become part of those flesh chunks on the ground in the next second.

"Trash! What are you standing there for?!"

Zhang Wei's roar broke this weird stalemate.

He stood on the giant dog's corpse, his face twisted by jealousy and greed, ferocious like an evil ghost.

"Damn it! That thing is mine! Mine!"

He was like a mad dog whose beloved toy had been snatched, his bloodshot eyes locked firmly on Su Ming.

"Charge! All of you charge! Tear him apart! Snatch that thing back!"

"Smack!"

The power of the Seal of Domination was unleashed without reservation.

"Roar—!"

The few remaining mutant monsters, along with the several numb survivors he had enslaved, shuddered violently.

Their gaze lost all focus, their cloudy pupils holding only the primal obedience and ferocity of beasts.

"Kill!"

No tactics, no formation.

Just the simplest, most brutal human-wave charge.

A death squad composed of monsters and humans, like a foul surge, howling and roaring, launched a fearless suicide attack from the other end of the street toward Su Ming's position.

A fishy wind blew in their faces.

Watching that pack of mad-dog-like human cannon fodder charge, Su Ming didn't even lift an eyelid.

His attention was entirely focused elsewhere.

The man in the yellow raincoat.

"Heh...... heh heh......"

The Raincoat Butcher uttered meaningless syllables, his hood-shrouded head slowly lifting.

He did not explode in anger like Zhang Wei.

He simply turned the bone-white hand, like a corpse's bone, slowly turning the boning knife in his hand.

The blade's edge, under the dim red moon, reflected a chilling gleam that made the heart palpitate.

He did not charge.

He merely set the knife's tip at an extremely tricky angle, locking it firmly one meter to Su Min's side.

That spot was Su Ming's only possible dodge route.

Block the road.

This is the purest and most vicious stratagem.

Either you stand still and be torn to pieces by those monsters.

Or you charge into my blade and become a neat pile of building blocks.

There is no third option.

A feeling of suffocation.

A despair of being attacked from both sides, with no way up to heaven or down to earth, enough to break any normal person's nerves.

Even Liang Wen far away couldn't help but frown, his peach-blossom eyes gaining a hint of gravity.

As the three-armed mutant leading the charge drew within five meters of Su Ming.

Its sharp claws rose high, the evil wind they stirred even messing up Su Ming's bangs.

He was dead.

Those two words popped into everyone's mind.

However.

At the critical moment when the claws were about to tear Su Ming's throat.

Su Ming moved.

He did not retreat nor dodge to the side.

He simply leaned back abruptly.

An action so simple it was almost clumsy.

Yet this action made the whole world's scene reveal an extremely weird spectacle.

"Rip—!"

A slight yet sharp cutting sound rang out.

The Mutant's claw, clearly swinging toward Su Ming's neck, was as if bent by an invisible giant hand, brushed Su Ming's nose tip, and slammed hard into the rust‑spotted iron gate behind him!

The sturdy iron gate made no sound.

It was like a block of tofu thrown into an industrial crusher, instantly sliced into countless uniform metal fragments the size of a Nail, which clattered and scattered everywhere.

This is Yuyi Tufu's finishing move.

It missed.

It should have hit Su Ming, but now it landed on the iron gate.

And the miss was inexplicably odd!

The figure clad in a Raincoat froze abruptly, and from beneath the hood, a look of incomprehensible astonishment appeared for the first time.

His Rules... have been twisted?

Meanwhile.

The missed Mutant, having overexerted, lost its balance; its massive body, with inertia, barreled straight at Su Ming.

"Now!"

Zhang Wei's eyes flashed with light.

He suddenly raised his hand, and the blood‑red Dominion Seal on his forehead blazed.

A formless spiritual force, brimming with violent and domineering will, surged like a tide and slammed into Su Ming's brain!

However.

The mental torrent, capable of erasing a normal person's will in an instant, upon touching Su Ming's body, seemed to hit a red‑hot steel plate.

"Buzz—!"

A yet hotter, more overbearing force erupted suddenly from Su Ming's chest.

The two formless forces collided violently in the air, even stirring a visible ripple of air.

Zhang Wei's Dominion Power was forcefully repelled, unable to infiltrate at all!

"Poof!"

Zhang Wei's expression shifted from ecstatic to horrified in an instant.

"How could this be!?"

Although the mental strike was blocked, the collision still caused Su Ming's movement to stiffen for a moment.

The Mutant's massive body was now within arm's reach.

Su Ming could even smell the nauseating, fishy stench from its mouth.

A flash of cold light glinted in his eyes; without hesitation, using his backward‑leaning posture, his legs surged powerfully.

An extremely awkward backflip.

His body traced an arc in the air, narrowly evading the Mutant's lunge, and crashed heavily into the pooled water a few meters away.

The Mutant missed again, its head smashing into the shattered remnants of the iron gate, producing a dull, massive clang.

A series of upheavals occurred in the blink of an eye.

From Yuyi Tufu's Rules failing, to Zhang Wei's mental control rebounding, to Su Ming's ultimate roll.

Rabbit‑like leaps and horse‑like drops, so swift it makes the eyes whirl.

The street fell into a brief dead silence.

Zhang Wei stared at Su Ming with a resentful, poisonous glare, both shocked and angry.

Yuyi Tufu remained where he stood, tilting his head, as if studying what exactly had happened to Su Ming.

And Su Ming, half‑kneeling in the cold pooled water, gasped heavily, breath after breath.

He slowly lifted his head, wiped the dirty water from his face, and looked at the two glaring monsters.

He smiled.

In that smile there was no post‑catastrophe relief, only a thoroughly ignited, icy malice.

"Very well......"