Chapter 95: Death Dragon

"He...... he went in alone like that?"

A young special police officer with a childish face, lips trembling, muttered to himself.

To him, this was no different from voluntarily jumping into a meat grinder.

It was suicide.

Pure suicide.

None of the surrounding officers answered him, but the expression on their faces—a mix of shock, bewilderment and fear—said it all.

Just as most people's hearts sank to the bottom, thinking that the man had already been torn to pieces.

"Siiiii!!!"

A shrill, mournful scream so sharp it seemed impossible for a human to produce erupted violently from the very center of the monster horde!

Immediately after.

Under everyone's incredulous gaze, a Fake Person monster was suddenly hurled into the air from the monster heap!

It kept rolling in the air, its body splitting precisely in half from the middle.

The cut was smooth as a mirror.

Not a drop of slime splashed out; instead, wisps of black smoke with a hint of Purification rose from the wound, slowly dissipating in the air.

The next second.

Ouyang Feng's figure appeared before everyone once again.

He still stood at that spot, as if he had never moved.

But the ground around him had, at some unknown moment, cleared a circular area three meters in diameter; every Fake Person that stepped into that zone was sliced, dismembered, and turned into black‑smoking wreckage.

In the blink of an eye, Ouyang Feng moved again.

He moved like a top‑class dancer, with the smallest of motions, evading all the tentacles and claws that surged from every direction.

The Death Dragon in his hand transformed into strands of black electric light that the naked eye could not even catch.

Each swing of the blade was silent.

There was no metallic whoosh slicing the air, no dull thud of blade meeting flesh.

Yet every flash of black light inevitably tore off swaths of limbs and arms.

Those fearless Fake Persons, before him, were as fragile as paper.

Sharp tentacles halted an inch away from him, then slipped down silently.

The gaping Bloody Maw had not yet bitten down when the entire head already separated from the body.

Jiang Yuan and Mo Shu were completely stunned.

They had never seen such... such an artistically beautiful slaughter.

That man wasn't fighting at all.

He was dancing a solitary, incomprehensible solo on the tip of a death blade.

"Captain...... this......" Jiang Yuan looked at Wang Zhangzhi, his Adam's apple bobbing, struggling to utter a few words.

Even he, already regarded as superhuman by ordinary eyes, found the scene somewhat unbelievable.

To know, he was already strained just handling two or three Fake Persons.

"Only Weird can counter Weird."

Wang Zhangzhi's voice rang out, carrying an uncontainable shock.

"Captain Ouyang Feng's knife, the 'Death Dragon', was forged with Weird Extract mixed with dozens of special metals."

"Currently the Investigation Bureau has little Weird Extract, but Wei Gong values Ouyang Feng's ability and is willing to allocate a substantial portion specifically to craft this 'Death Dragon' for him."

"It... has a remarkable effect on Fake Persons, this kind of tangible, folklore‑type Weirdness."

"One could say the essence of the 'Death Dragon' is a controlled... Weird contained within the blade."

Wang Zhangzhi, looking at Ouyang Feng's god‑like silhouette, added another sentence.

"Combined with Ouyang Feng, who can be called a 'Sword God', there is no doubt... they are currently the Investigation Bureau's sharpest spears."

Mid‑sentence.

Ouyang Feng, in an unstoppable stance, carved a Blood Road through the monster tide.

Where he passed, Fake Person monsters fell in sheets, turning into black‑smoking corpses.

That unstoppable, invincible bearing, with a single slash daring to confront the entire Monster Nest's unparalleled ferocity, was like a needle of the most potent stimulant, forcefully injected into every officer's heart!

Despair was dispelled, fear ignited!

In its place rose boiling battle spirit and surging hope!

Wang Zhangzhi took a deep breath, pressed the radio to his mouth, and let out a deafening, ear‑splitting roar in his already hoarse voice.

"All units advance!"

"Follow his steps!"

"Sweep the remaining enemies!"

"Oo oo!!"

The suppressed fury of the whole night erupted completely at this moment!

All special police officers, like unleashed tigers, with Ouyang Feng as the spearhead, charged headlong into the cleared "Safe Passage"!

"We go!"

Mo Shu's pretty face tightened as she shouted down at Jiang Yuan.

Jiang Yuan nodded.

The two followed closely at the rear of the squad, rushing into the compound.

The battle's rhythm, at this moment, completely reversed.

Ouyang Feng, like an unstoppable blade, tore through the monsters' formation ahead.

The SWAT officers formed a solid shield wall, expanding and protecting the battlefield gains he had forged.

Jiang Yuan and Mo Shu, like the keenest hunters, roamed the edges of the battlefield.

Mo Shu's gun continuously spewed flames; each custom bullet precisely struck the heads of those who tried to flank from the side or ambush from the rooftops.

Jiang Yuan's Poker Card turned into Death's invitation.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The card blades sliced the air, bearing lethal cold light, always cutting in from the most acute angles, severing the monsters' joints, slowing their movements, and creating kill opportunities for teammates ahead.

The whole team, at that moment, became a highly efficient killing machine.

They followed Ouyang Feng's steps, from the complex entrance straight toward the deepest part, advancing with unstoppable momentum!

At that moment.

A particularly thin Fake Person silently stuck its head out from the balcony of a neighboring residential building.

Its limbs clung to the wall edge like a spider, locking onto Ouyang Feng, who was fully focused on the front battlefield below.

There, a perfect blind spot.

It made no sound, body curled, muscles tensed, ready to pounce the next second.

However.

Before it could leap.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Three Poker Cards flashing with metallic cold light, like three black bolts of lightning, striking from behind!

One nailed its left shoulder, another pierced its right knee, and the last precisely sliced off the arm that clung to the wall!

"Sss!"

The Fake Person let out a sharp screech, its body instantly lost balance, and it fell clumsily from the balcony, crashing onto the ground, temporarily losing mobility.

Ahead, Ouyang Feng did not pause his actions, nor did he give thanks.

But Jiang Yuan clearly felt a sharp, approving gaze linger on him for a moment.

An indescribable, scorching emotion surged from Jiang Yuan's heart, instantly spreading through his limbs and bones.

It was the pride recognized by the strong!

The battle continued until the sky lightened slightly.

When the first ray of dawn pierced the darkness, illuminating this hellish battlefield.

The last Fake Person monster let out an unwilling roar, its waist cut cleanly by the Death Dragon's black blade.

Black smoke rose.

Ling Shui Garden, noisy all night, finally fell completely silent.

Looking around, monster wreckage littered the ground, along with charred earth.

The air was filled with a foul stench of burnt protein.

The nightmare ended.

The battle ended.

Everyone exhaled a sigh of relief; many team members even slumped to the ground, breathing heavily.

But no one cheered.

They stood in the deserted complex, looking at the buildings, green belts, children's slides that were indistinguishable from any ordinary residential area...

Only a post‑catastrophe bewilderment and lingering fear filled them.

Who could have imagined that just hours earlier, these seemingly cozy structures hid hundreds to thousands of monsters?

Jiang Yuan and Mo Shu helped each other up.

"We survived..." Mo Shu whispered.

"Yeah, we survived," Jiang Yuan nodded heavily, smiling.

Wang Zhangzhi watched the pure joy on the two youngsters' faces and couldn't help feeling moved.

Youth, how wonderful.

To still feel glad for a simple "victory".

But he could not feel happiness.

He looked up at the silent, towering apartment blocks; in his deep eyes there was not a hint of joy, only an unyielding solemnity.

He let out a long, smoky breath tinged with gunpowder.

When you find a cockroach at home, it means that in the unseen dark corners, a massive cockroach nest has long been there.

Today, they eliminated a nest.

Then...

In Ling Chang City, across the entire Federation, in the shadows of those bright, bustling metropolises they cannot see.

How many such "nests" remain hidden?

How many Fake Persons still lurk, perfectly blended into human society, utterly indistinguishable?

This thought gave Wang Zhangzhi, who had just celebrated a great victory, a chill deeper than when facing a monster tide.