Chapter Seventy-Six: Not a Single One Is Allowed to Leave — Please Vote and Support

Pfft!
Pfft!—

Seeing from a distance the two snipers lying low, well concealed, Liang Jing couldn’t help but think to himself, that was close. If it weren’t for his extraordinary physical fitness, his keen senses, and his incredibly strong spirit—who felt a chill when the muzzle of the gun was aimed at him—and if he hadn’t instantly activated the skill "Savage Burst," obtained from the Steel Barbarian Rat, to swiftly dodge, he would have been shot in the head by now. Yet, now both snipers had been headshot by Liang Jing first.

What?

Witnessing this, Lü Fengsheng’s mouth fell open in shock. He hadn’t expected the two insurance cards that Mr. Tu had brought along to be wiped out so easily. This Liang Jing was just too formidable…

Is he even human?

Are all awakeners this powerful?

At this moment, not only was Lü Fengsheng dumbfounded, but the awakened white-collar workers, students, and teachers around him were equally stunned. The rest of the untrained rabble were utterly at a loss, unwilling to resist, some even dropping their guns. Many knew that pointing their weapons at Liang Jing would only provoke his attack.

The enemy was overwhelmingly strong—unprecedentedly so—and far beyond their comprehension. After all, even the martial artists of the late Qing dynasty were no match for the then newly developed firearms. Now, in the face of far more advanced weaponry, they were utterly powerless. In their understanding, awakeners were just ordinary people with a few strange abilities; their bodies were not much stronger than average, and with training, anyone could develop similar strength. They had never imagined that awakeners’ powers would evolve to the point of rendering firearms meaningless.

“Liang Jing!”
“Brother Jing!”
…

The people inside the building, seeing Liang Jing’s return and how he immediately suppressed the enemy without them daring to move, were filled with joy. Several women were even on the verge of tears, feeling wronged by the earlier danger and the enemy’s continuous verbal abuse and threats. Now, finally, they had a leader to rely on and could breathe easier.

“Liu Zhixiong! Brother Jing, come quickly and see Zhixiong!”

Suddenly, Wu Aimin’s shout pierced through. Liang Jing’s expression changed sharply as he hurried forward. Passing Lü Fengsheng, he didn’t even spare him a glance, treating him as if he were a stray dog.

Lü Fengsheng’s face darkened, angered by the blatant disregard, but inwardly, he was secretly pleased. His earlier arrogance was gone; he knew he had to endure for now, bide his time to preserve his life no matter how much humiliation or torment he might suffer. As the saying goes, "While the lush mountains remain, there will be firewood to burn." He quickly put on a look of terror and fear, his face pale and laced with faint servility.

“Liu Zhixiong!”

Liu Zhixiong had been rescued from beneath a collapsed wall by the group. But what followed were shouts of despair. His body was lifeless, covered in blood, with multiple broken bones and internal organs shattered by the blast. He was beyond saving.

Liang Jing’s eyes grew cold, his murderous aura radiating outward, chilling the air and causing those around him, including Jia Yujin and the others, to shiver uncontrollably. He had underestimated the enemy’s strength and resolve despite preparing for the worst. Now, apart from three women, most of his comrades bore wounds.

Sorrow filled their hearts—they had survived countless life-and-death escapes together and were bonded deeply. Especially Wu Aimin and Zhang Huoke, who were close to Liu Zhixiong, both shouting for immediate revenge.

“Enough. Let’s focus on treating your wounds first.”

Revenge was inevitable; their group was already mortal enemies with Mr. Tu and his faction. Neither side would show mercy. But for now, healing was paramount. Zhang Huoke and Ah Yao were severely injured; without timely treatment, they might bleed out and die.

“Qing He, dilute this potion and give it to everyone to drink. Stabilize their condition first.”

Liang Jing pulled a small plastic bottle from his bag—a red life potion. Because creating these potions required a high energy cost, he could only slowly replicate them drop by drop, so the supply was limited and saved for emergencies.

As the wounds of the group gradually improved, with bleeding stopped and new flesh visibly forming, some with lighter injuries even fully recovered. Only then did Liang Jing relax.

“Hm? Seeking death!”

Wuwuwu!—

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Four men in the enemy ranks were instantly headshot by steel pellets fired simultaneously by Liang Jing. Yes, headshots indeed.

Liang Jing fired with both hands, each launching two ping-pong-ball-sized steel pellets, resulting in four enemy heads exploding on the spot. Like watermelons smashed open, red, white, and black matter splattered everywhere, yet bizarrely, their bodies remained standing, unmoving.

“Ah!”
“Devil! Run!”
“Don’t move! You’re asking for death, don’t get us killed!”
…

Those who had hoped to flee unnoticed were thrown into chaos. Brothers who had just been talking beside them were suddenly reduced to half heads. Some froze in terror, others tried to escape quickly, wanting to flee from the “devil” Liang Jing, but were stopped by clearer-headed comrades who realized the four slain were the vanguard.

“Everyone, stand still or die!”

“Let’s fight him…”

Wuwu!—Pfft!

A quickly fleeing soldier was headshot; another, proud and defiant, tried to rally the others to resist Liang Jing but was cut off mid-sentence by a headshot.

Wuwu!—Pfft!

Two more who tried to turn their guns against him were immediately killed with brutal headshots.

With those two violent, ruthless executions, the crowd finally fell silent, too afraid to move. Now, any movement meant death.

“Come out!”

Having subdued the chaos, Liang Jing’s eyes turned icy cold as he scanned the group, spotting Lü Fengsheng, Zhang Bao, and a few others who had changed clothes and made simple disguises. Though Liang Jing looked down on them and ignored them openly, he secretly watched their every move.

From the start, Liang Jing had noticed awakeners among them, more than one. To him, awakeners were valuable—at least green hero-level monsters. Killing them guaranteed loot. More importantly, awakeners were human; their life essence was a potent tonic to Liang Jing. He was also curious about the nature of awakeners and wanted to study them like lab rats.

To Liang Jing, these awakeners were tools of evil, their deaths deserved. In some ways, they were even more brutal than Tu Wugui himself, as much of Tu’s cruelty was enacted through their hands.

Facing three awakeners, Liang Jing felt no pressure; combined, they were still less threatening than Dai Wu had been before. These awakeners lacked a warrior’s heart and had barely fought before being recruited by Mr. Tu shortly after awakening. The difference between them and Liang Jing was like that between an ordinary person wielding a common gun and a special forces soldier equipped with advanced weaponry. Liang Jing didn’t even consider them worth his attention.

“What exactly do you want, Liang Jing? Don’t be shameless!”

Lü Fengsheng’s face darkened at Liang Jing’s icy gaze. This man was relentless. Did he really think Lü Fengsheng was afraid? Did he think Lü had no fighting strength? Glancing at the three awakened men beside him, Lü Fengsheng’s confidence surged, and he spoke louder.

Yet now, unlike his previous arrogance and swagger when threatening Liang Jing, Lü Fengsheng seemed inwardly fearful and uncertain.

He had been shaken by Liang Jing’s overwhelming power—the ability to dodge bullets effortlessly, to withstand bullets without effect, and to obliterate his men in an instant. Lü feared he might be Liang Jing’s next target. But at this point, there was no more room for caution. Seeing that their foe had no intention of mercy, he decided that pretense was useless and resolved to fight outright. After all, he did have some strength to resist.