Chapter 56 - -

Chapter 56: Chapter 55 - "Don’t Come Over HereSu Ming’an looked at him with an indifferent expression, his gun unflinching in his hand.

The next moment, the "close combat weak" clone, holding the Poppy Dagger, charged directly into the midst of the overjoyed men.

...The scene that followed could only be described as a tiger entering a flock of sheep.

Points in Three Dimensions, coupled with the clone’s inherent combat skills under the "Ming" state, was like unleashing an unbeatable warrior.

The flash of the clone’s dagger only swept through his hand once, and at the weakest point of his opponent, it burst open a beautiful spray of blood, with flames bursting and swaying behind him, but his eyes only focused on the fatal points of each enemy.

The players still hadn’t figured out how this person had become so strong in this aspect when their lives were taken by that brilliant blade light.

The barrage began to flood the screen furiously, a group of people marveled at Su Ming’an’s suddenly soaring Combat Power.

"You, don’t come over!"

The remaining Mohawk Kay, his face filled with despair, shuffled back with trembling legs, aware that his timidity and overestimation were being displayed in front of the whole world, this student in front of him carrying the gaze of almost a whole world—yet they had challenged him, and lost so miserably.

He could already imagine the scene in the world forum at this time, surely full of their own screenshots full of arrogance and confidence, directly becoming various memes and stories, infamous throughout the entire forum.

They could have confidently challenged, but when they actually faced him, they would be filled with endless dread.

The clone lowered his gaze, the blood staining the dagger gradually being reabsorbed, and then he first checked Qin Ze’s safety before walking toward the man paralyzed with fear.

Just as he was about to reach Kay, his brows furrowed, and then he quickly leaped backward.

The ground began to twist and writhe.

"Su Ming’an, how are you..." Noel immediately ran through the alley, only to see the ground in front of him beginning to crack and distort.

Suddenly, a kindly looking mechanical woman rose from the distorted ground.

The mechanical woman was nearly as tall as the buildings on either side of her, standing there blocking all the light in the alley, her expression smiling but with a weird rigidity, her eyeballs motionless as if glued inside her sockets.

"Don’t come over yet." The clone gripped the dagger tightly, the blood-red Pattern Mark on his hand growing hot.

The woman extended her hands—those couldn’t be called hands, but rather like the dual arms of a mantis, like two sharp Blade Edges. She slightly tilted her stiff neck, the joints emitting a "cracking" sound, then those dull eyeballs shifted to look at Kay, who was paralyzed on the ground.

Then, those blade-like arms, one in front and one behind, descended, sandwiching Kay in between.

"Ahhhh!" Kay, terrified, wet himself, and as the blade-like arms struck, they chopped off a piece of his flesh, blood pouring continuously, but what scared him even more came next—he met the giant woman’s dark pupils.

The woman’s expression slightly changed, she shielded Qin Ze behind her, then looked with some pity at the young man who was screaming.

"Offend the Deity..." she slightly opened her mouth, revealing the deep blue mechanical patterns inside.

The next moment, her blade-like arms moved.

Their eyes, all widened simultaneously.

Like chopping vegetables, with the ground as the cutting board, the blades centered on the young man, gradually closing, then shifting inwardly, before coming down together—!

Blood and flesh splattered.

"Ahhhhhhh—!"

A spine-chilling scream rang out, and the young man, whose knees and waist had been neatly sliced into three parts, was not yet dead. He dragged his mangled body, trying to escape, pulling a large mass of organs and blood from inside his body.

At the next moment, the blade edge moved again, closing in, and then fell sharply down!

This time, there was no more sound.

When the blade was lifted, the young man had been cut into nine large pieces of flesh. His skull shattered, brain matter scattered all around, and blood splattered over the dirty walls and the ground, almost forming a river of red. The corpse was nowhere intact.

Throughout it all, the mechanical woman’s expression carried pity and mercy, as if she was performing some sort of rescue.

The thick scent of blood wafted by, flames still burning, the corpse giving off the smell of charring as various odd odors mixed together, filling the short alley.

...Su Ming’an should be thankful that he didn’t make a move against Qin Ze.

In a city with low birth rates, there existed laws, perhaps ’not to strike at children’ was among them. These outsiders had violated these, thus Qin Ze was protected by the mechanical woman behind her, and those who attacked him all met with violent deaths.

Eli’s face looked extremely unpleasant. He was no longer the proud, brawny man of before; he covered his mouth with his hand and started vomiting beside him.

Noel and Qin Ze, both appearing young, seemed unfazed. However, Noel looked at his Cloning with eyes slightly filled with worry.

Sure enough, the next moment, the mechanical woman’s gaze shifted onto the Cloning standing in place, focusing on—the blood-colored Pattern Mark on his back of his hand.

The Pattern Mark was glowing.

The barrage of comments went crazy:

The next moment, that blade, stained with a swath of blood, was aimed at the Cloning standing still.

The Cloning glanced up at Su Ming’an who was standing on the roof’s edge.

Dressed in black, he stood there with his hat brim lowered, the silent night wind lifting half of his fluttering robe while his dark eyes silently stared down at him.

...Su Ming’an did not issue a retreat order.

The next moment, the blade sharply fell!