Fear was a truly strange thing. The more you feared something, the more likely it was to come.
The moment Chen Nan saw that his flying sword had worked remarkably well, why would he wait any longer? His purpose was to kill, to make an impact, to let these people know that having a few special powers did not mean they could do whatever they pleased.
Whenever you thought you could do whatever you pleased, there was always someone who could wipe you out.
Chen Nan began a massacre. With one flying sword, he slaughtered all dozen-plus of them. And his Adamantine Shield still had nearly twenty minutes left.
The entire venue was thrown into an uproar, because they had never seen anyone so brazen.
Not only had he openly robbed something at this Black Market auction—an act already devoid of all reason—he was even killing people?
He was absolutely an outlaw beyond the reach of the law.
The people on the stage were equally terrified, afraid that Chen Nan's horrifying, life-taking weapon would come for them. After all, many of them considered themselves important figures—the sort who might be assassinated.
What they did not know was that Chen Nan did not regard them as anything at all. They existed on entirely different levels.
The dozen-plus enhanced Strength-type Transcendents here had already died, while over there, a new force emerged once more.
This time, there were spellcasting Transcendents, along with even more robots.
Chen Nan could clearly see that objects resembling the so-called gems had appeared on these people.
This time, Chen Nan truly needed to be more careful.
The robots came out first. They were the Black Market's standard armed force, but this batch was the most advanced among all robots.
These robots had been put in place for