119: Chapter 119 Three Thousand Berserkers!

The man's steps were steady.

Neither hurried nor slow.

His leather boots clicked crisply against the gravel road, the sound exceptionally clear in the silent street.

He had his hands in his pockets.

He carried no gun, no weapon.

He held nothing at all.

He walked with a leisurely stroll, as if he had just come back from a casual walk outside.

As he drew closer, the figure became clear.

He was wearing the Wilderness Suppression Bureau uniform.

His face was delicate and handsome.

Like a harmless boy next door.

Su Ming!

Zhao Lingyi's breath hitched.

She recognized this face.

Three days ago, on the city wall, during the S-Class Beast Tide, it was this eighteen-year-old youth.

With one person and one gun, he swept through thirty thousand Wicked Beasts.

She had watched that blurry combat footage no less than five times.

It was him, there was absolutely no mistake!

Now, he had come.

Not standing on the city wall, but standing at the entrance of her home.

Zhao Hongru also recognized him.

The arrogance on his face instantly froze.

His pupils shrank to the size of needle points.

But the next second, that fierce impulse surged back up.

He roared at the top of his lungs.

"Su Ming! What the hell do you mean?! Bringing troops to surround my Zhao family?! Do you have any regard for the law?!"

Su Ming stopped in his tracks.

Ten meters away from the Zhao family gate.

He did not look at Zhao Hongru.

His gaze swept past the dozen or so men in black at the entrance, past Zhao Lingyi's face as she tried to feign calm, and finally landed on the steps in front of the gate threshold.

"Bang!"

A corpse flew out from his side.

It slammed heavily onto the steps at the entrance.

Face up, eyes open, head tilted to one side, the body was stiff, skin turned a deathly gray.

Zhao Lingyi stared at the corpse, her pupils contracting.

She recognized this person...

Deputy Director Liu Jianming.

That reliable Deputy Director Liu Jianming!

Deputy Director of the Public Security Bureau, a connection the Zhao family had cultivated for over a decade.

Her face turned pale.

Zhao Hongru also saw it; his Adam's apple bobbed, and he didn't make another sound.

Su Ming lifted his foot.

Stepped onto the steps.

One step, two steps, three steps...

His leather boots trod on the stone steps, the sound was light, but each step felt like it was crushing the heartbeats of everyone in the Zhao family.

He walked to the gate and looked at Zhao Lingyi inside.

"Zhao Lingyi."

The voice was not loud.

Plain and calm.

Zhao Lingyi forced herself to meet his gaze.

In those eyes, there was no anger, no killing intent, nothing at all.

They were as clean as a bottomless cold pool.

"Officer... Officer Su."

She spoke, her throat a bit dry, "Is there some misunderstanding about this?"

Su Ming did not answer.

He raised his hand, extended his index finger, and tapped the iron fence lightly.

The moment his fingertip touched the metal.

"Hum!"

The entire iron gate vibrated violently.

Rivets flew off.

Iron bars twisted.

The welding points emitted a harsh screech of tearing metal.

Three seconds later, the surrounding walls cracked, and the two three-meter-high iron gates collapsed to the sides like paper, slamming into the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

The gate, opened.

Su Ming withdrew his hand.

Put it back into his trouser pocket.

"Misunderstanding?"

He looked at Zhao Lingyi, his mouth moved slightly, curling into a mocking arc.

"More than a dozen lives from the Alien Disaster Division, and you tell me..."

"Misunderstanding?"

He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

"Hum—"

Deep within his Soul, the hall doors of the Crown of All Spirits swung wide open!

Three thousand golden chains connected to the three thousand Wilderness Suppression Bureau soldiers outside the gate.

—Fate Bond, activate!

—Crown of All Spirits, activate!

No nonsense.

No negotiations.

Su Ming directly activated his most violent trump card.

At this moment,

The sky darkened.

The air appeared distorted like water ripples.

No warning.

No buffer.

A terrifying Aura surged into the sky!

—Fate Bond!

Physique, shared!

Deep in the pupils of the three thousand Wilderness Suppression Bureau soldiers.

Golden light exploded like flames!

Their bones emitted a dense series of cracks throughout their bodies, muscle fibers squirmed, reorganized, and stretched beneath their skin...

Their already lean and tough Physiques expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Their combat uniforms were stretched until they snapped and rustled.

Armbands snapped.

Buttons flew off!

"Haa—!"

A veteran in the front row let out a muffled groan, eyes wide, veins bulging on his forehead.

He felt his blood boiling!

Qi and blood roared through every vessel, and wherever it passed, muscle fibers knotted and bulged.

Physique grew exponentially!

Nearly thirty thousand points of terrifying Physique poured into three thousand bodies all at once!

"This damn... god-like feeling!"

"Wahahaha!!"

Ghost Blade looked down at his hands.

Clenched his fist.

Knuckles and joints were fully exposed.

Veins coiled on his arms.

"Hard as rock, wahaha... hard! Everything is hard! Including that..."

He turned his head to look at Ye Qingluan.

Ye Qingluan's face was tightly set.

The burden on her chest tightened along with it, her black hair stirred without wind, and her hand gripping the sword hilt was as steady as a rock.

The shock deep in her pupils was clearly visible.

She also felt it!

This terrifying bonus!

Comparable to a miracle!

The three thousand Wilderness Suppression Bureau soldiers in the field all widened their eyes.

"This... this feeling..."

"Stiff, lasting, invincible!"

"Full! It's all full!"

"Hard, swollen, every inch of space is packed full!"

Second item:

—Crown of All Spirits, Spiritual Projection!

—Long Blade Bone Phase!

"Zheng!"

"Zheng!"

"Zheng!"

From within the bodies of the three thousand Wilderness Suppression Bureau soldiers, the sound of clashing metal rang out simultaneously!

Sharp Qi broke through their bodies.

Transforming into thousands of spear rays.

The standard-issue weapons in their hands vibrated, the air twisted, tore, and emitted soft hissing sounds.

Wherever the Aura passed.

The ground tiles cracked with fine lines.

Sharpness!

Armor-piercing!

Indomitable!

The spiritual authority belonging to Su Ming transformed into the light of the divine crown, draped over the three thousand people!

"Hiss..."

The entire force of Wilderness Suppression Bureau soldiers gasped.

"Hard as rock, plus indestructible!"

"I... I'm freaking invincible!"

"Is this Brother Ming's power? I feel it! It's in me, packed full!"

A veteran in the front row looked down at his hand, fingers gripping the spear shaft tightly, and a clear spear chime actually rang out between his knuckles.

He was stunned.

Too strong!

So strong that he couldn't believe it!

Thirteen years of Wilderness Suppression Bureau career.

He had never experienced such an outrageous combat power bonus; his current strength was likely capable of going head-to-head with a Fourth Realm Martial Artist.

Everyone looked up in unison.

Their gazes were incomparably scorching.

They looked at the slender figure in front.

That look...

Like worshipping a god!

Zhao Lingyi was dumbfounded.

Zhao Hongru was dumbfounded.

Under the Zhao family lintel, a dozen men in black gasped in unison, their legs trembling uncontrollably.

When had they ever seen such a spectacle!

What kind of terrifying bonus was this!

The Aura of three thousand people surged simultaneously.

That combined sense of oppression.

Like a giant mountain.

Crushing down on their heads, at this moment even breathing became a luxury.

Zhao Hongru swallowed hard.

His eyes revealed shock.

"What the hell is this thing?"

Su Ming tilted his head slightly.

A subtle movement, and the whole scene held its breath simultaneously.

He spoke.

Calm.

Indifferent.

There wasn't a ripple in his tone.

"After the North Line incident, the Zhao family secretly contacted the remnants of the Sinister Army, collected information on the Wilderness Suppression Bureau, purchased battlefield data, and gathered intelligence on Wicked Beasts..."

Each word fell like a hammer.

Beads of sweat seeped from Zhao Lingyi's forehead.

Her whole body trembled like chaff.

Su Ming took a step forward.

"You Zhao family, you are dirtier than the Lu family."

The sentence wasn't heavy, but it hit Zhao Lingyi's heart like a muffled hammer.

Her body staggered.

She managed to steady herself by holding onto the nearby pillar.

"Officer Su..."

Her voice was trembling, "There is no evidence... you cannot..."

"Evidence?"

Su Ming smiled, a faint smile, the corners of his mouth pulled slightly.

"Do I need evidence?"

Five words.

Light and airy.

But the hearts of everyone in the Zhao family skipped a beat simultaneously.

Zhao Hongru's pupils shrank to needle points.

He could feel that out of the three thousand gazes outside the gate, at least eight hundred were nailed onto him.

He was all too familiar with what was in those gazes...

Killing intent.

Pure.

Without the slightest concealment.

Killing intent that could mince him into meat paste the moment Su Ming gave the order.

His throat went dry.

The hand holding the sword began to tremble.

Peak Fourth Realm?

In front of this terrifying army, it was no different from being made of paper.

Su Ming withdrew his gaze.

He raised his hand and waved.

"Raid the house."

"Clear the field."

"Kill anyone who resists."