Among the tens of thousands in the Plaza, there were all kinds of talents.
Faced with such a situation, everyone displayed their own Divine Abilities to stay alive. For example, one young man somehow pulled out a rifle, suddenly rushed up to Su Hao, and went "rat-a-tat-tat" at him—only for Su Hao to slice both man and gun in half. Another small team actually used the tools at hand to quickly build a crude rocket launcher and fired a shell at Su Hao. Su Hao split the shell in two with one slash, and the entire team immediately became cold corpses...
As for whether those who wanted to play Hero and save the world were Resisters, that no longer mattered.
Time slowly passed. As Su Hao and Ashan slaughtered more and more people, the crowd instead stopped descending into chaos! Many realized that those two Armored Men, powerful beyond belief, had run right past them without killing them with those blood-soaked blades! Then they understood that the two Armored Men must have specific targets to kill. Who those targets were did not matter. What mattered was that they themselves were not among them!
Those who figured this out were overjoyed. They were not targets, which meant they could live! For the first time, they felt how precious life was. Being alive was wonderful. Seeing tomorrow's sun was wonderful! Even if tomorrow was cloudy and there was no sun, they would still be happy! Su Hao had no idea how many Resisters he had cut down. He only knew that whenever he saw someone marked as a Resister, he rushed over and cut them down, as though grinding minor monsters in a Game.
So slaughter was not such a simple thing after all. No wonder so many people preferred mages over