The armed Armament Users appeared and surrounded Kira Wolma, instantly clearing an area more than ten meters wide around him.
If security personnel had not maintained order, there would probably have been a stampede already.
More than ten minutes later, the scene finally settled down.
Everyone's attention refocused on Kira.
They gradually came to their senses and realized that these burly gunmen had been arranged by Kira long ago. This was nothing like the assassination incident Choi Sang-hwan had encountered earlier.
What was he trying to do?
Choi Sang-hwan had dodged bullets at point-blank range. Was Kira Wolma now planning to demonstrate a calm escape beneath ten guns?
Though there was not much difference in essence, the visual impact was clearly far more shocking.
An Indian youth who thought he had guessed Kira's intentions craned his neck and cried out hysterically, "Saint Kira! Unrivaled under heaven!"
Kira was drawn by the adolescent boy's duck-like cracking voice and gave him a smile. "Kid, I like people with courage. After today, come work by my side!"
After saying that, he stopped looking at his fans. He merely clenched his fists, let out a roar, and muscles bulged all over his body!
His originally dark-yellow skin suddenly took on a matte black sheen. His protruding muscle lines were clear and smooth, and anyone could guess at the power contained within them!
Kira Wolma stood still, his expression proud as he said, "Fire!"
Dodging bullets?
Choi Sang-hwan had already put on that show. There was no point in copying someone else's leftovers.
He intended to take the bullets head-on!
This was not arrogance.
Several days earlier, Kira Wolma had noticed the changes in his body.
His flesh-and-blood body had transformed into another kind of substance.
Although he had a relatively high level of education, Kira had not studied seriously during his school years. He had merely rinsed his mouth in the sea of knowledge. Even his degree certificate had been obtained through his family's influence.
With his limited education, he did not get to the bottom of what substance his muscles had become.
He put on black contact lenses, wore cheap clothes for the poor, adopted a commoner's fake name from the Vaishya caste, and relied on his newfound strength to chase women, drink, show off, and humiliate people everywhere. Life had been exceedingly enjoyable.
Before making his decision, Kira had made contact with two other Indian Golden-Eyed Ones.
Rick Narendra and Dicius Pandit.
To his delight, he discovered that neither of those Golden-Eyed Ones had undergone the same changes as him!
Kira Wolma firmly believed that he was the true Saint of the new era, the one and only Chosen One, Brahma's favored child!
After repeated tests, he discovered that his muscles could withstand bullets head-on!
Weapons of ordinary calibers had become ineffective against him!
"What? He doesn't plan to dodge? Is he trying to kill himself?"
"This damn chauvinist can die for all I care! Isn't his mother a woman too? How could he say something like that!"
"You stupid woman, who gave you permission to speak? I remember what you look like. Once Lord Kira becomes the supreme ruler and changes the laws again, I'll take you by force! I'll sentence you to the 'stick' punishment!"
"How dare you speak to Sharma like that?! Grab him! Today, I'm going to castrate this filthy commoner!"
Sharma belonged to the high-status Brahmin caste.
Both Brahmins and Kshatriyas were noble castes, but the former leaned more toward rituals and faith, while the latter extended its reach into politics and the military.
Kira Wolma could not be bothered with the turmoil and conflicts within the crowd.
He closed his eyes and roared, "Fire!"
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang...
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang...
A chaotic barrage of gunfire erupted.
Other than a small number that struck the ground, most of the bullets hit their target precisely.
However...
Smoke curled over Kira's dark, yellow-black skin, and more than ten bullets were caught between his muscles.
Only a small amount of blood seeped from the wounds.
He merely snorted coldly and suddenly flexed. The bullets were squeezed out by his muscles and clattered to the ground.
A bold England reporter rushed to Kira's side and quickly picked up a bloodstained, warped brass bullet.
The reporter sniffed the bullet and carefully examined the traces left by the burned propellant. Then he said in a trembling voice, "They aren't blanks!"
His voice spread through the loudspeakers.
The entire venue fell silent.
Internet users across the world watching the livestream also fell into deathly silence.
Taking bullets head-on...
This was no longer human.
This was a superhuman!
A superhuman in the truest sense!
If South Korean celebrity Choi Sang-hwan's point-blank bullet evasion had merely made people begin to envy and long for the identity of a Blood Moon mutant,
Then from this day onward, the social status of Golden-Eyed Ones worldwide would receive an enormous boost!
Conventional weapons had become completely useless against people like Kira Wolma.
Assassination methods were almost ineffective.
If someone angered such a person, he could massacre people at will, roam through a city committing crimes, and no one would be able to stop him!
The threat he could pose was almost equivalent to that of a heavily armed but more mobile violent organization.
Calling him a humanoid nuclear bomb would not be an exaggeration in the slightest.
If Kira Wolma could reach this level, then what about the other Golden-Eyed Ones?
Even those who were somewhat weaker would probably be able to come close in the future as time passed and they gradually grew stronger, right?
The difference in their level of life meant that there were just as many people who adored Kira as there were who envied and hated him.
The livestream chat was flooded with layer upon layer of comments.
"My god! This guy is way too tough! A real beast of a man!"
"Why was Jack Grimm killed by guns? Wasn't he a Golden-Eyed One too?"
"This was definitely filmed in advance. Is it a new movie promo clip? Hahaha! Indians really know how to seize business opportunities! They've successfully caught my interest!"
"I don't believe it! I refuse to accept it! This must all be an illusion! It's fake! It was arranged long ago!"
"Guys, wake up. This is a live broadcast..."
"How can racist trash like Jack Grimm compare to Kira Wolma? You're insulting the strongest human on Earth!"
"Honestly, I feel Jack died too early. If he had lasted until now, he might not have feared modern firearms... Fortunately, America still has eleven other Golden-Eyed Saints..."
"That's right! Christian, Aisteron, and Ed Bell were all clearly many times stronger than Jack back then!"
"I still prefer Choi Sang-hwan. That South Korean guy is so handsome! He kills with One Punch and never needs a second move! His movements are sharp—he's cooler than a movie star!"
"Trash Choi Sang-hwan, some pretty-boy weakling. If he met Kira, he'd only end up beaten to death."
"Pah! Indians are just arrogant. Their thought processes are different from normal humans'. Until they've actually fought, who knows what the result would be? Maybe Kira would be the one to die!"
"A China netizen says this melon is so sweet! Delicious! Give me another one! Still, I support Choi Sang-hwan. Who asked him to be such a China fanboy? It's a matter of principle—we have to make our stance clear!"
"Heh heh, how could you people focused on individual combat power understand true greatness? In the future, Yan God will directly let all Chinese people receive superpower cell implants. When the entire population transcends humanity, the strength of 1.4 billion people will be true strength!"
"Who is Yan God? A deity from China? I've studied some Yanhuang culture. The deities on your side should be called 'immortals,' am I right?"
"Yan God is Yan Anqing."
"Damn idiot, can't we just get rich quietly? Forcibly exposing Yan Anqing... I'm speechless..."
"Holy shit! Yan God is so low-key! You bunch of useless teammates! Hurry and spam the chat! We can't let him be exposed this early! Brothers, get it going!"
Kira Wolma paid no attention to the arguments, mockery, and antics of netizens from various countries.
Christian, Choi Sang-hwan, Yan God, Yan Anqing...
In his eyes, they were all trash!
He changed into new clothes, arrogantly raised a hand, and made a silencing gesture.
The venue quickly quieted down.
"I, Kira, will redefine the term 'warrior' and divide it into four ranks according to my own understanding!"
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