Transcendent Downton!

In a barbershop in Smallville Town, Downton suddenly appeared out of thin air.

After landing, he stared blankly at his chest, then could not help pursing his lips.

"That wasn't an illusion just now. My physique has truly surpassed human limits. Not only do basic actions like sprinting no longer tire me out, even rifle bullets can't penetrate my bones!"

After muttering to himself, Downton looked up at the dumbfounded barber and several customers.

Meeting Downton's gaze, the barber swallowed with difficulty before charging out of his own shop like a madman.

The customers followed right behind him, swarming into the residential building across the street to hide. Only the woman getting her hair permed remained in the barbershop.

As she desperately tried to pull her head out of the machine, she trembled all over and stared at Downton, repeating over and over.

"What's going on... what's going on... urgh!?"

Downton did not need to do anything. The woman fainted all by herself, so he walked past her with an amused smile and casually patted the perming machine over her head.

"Who the hell are you trying to fool? Even an idiot can tell whether someone's fainted for real. What kind of unconscious person bends backward that dramatically? Anyone who didn't know better would think you were having an orgasm!"

"And won't your scalp get roasted if you leave this thing on too long? Are you stupid?"

Joking as he spoke, Downton found the perming machine's plug. Only after pulling it out did he leave the barbershop.

Walking down the street with the damaged rifle in hand, Downton strode forward. Since General Lane had already taken control of all surveillance in Smallville, the General's men could be found on nearly every street.

For the first time, Smallville's residents experienced the splendor of war. The sporadic gunfire and artillery blasts ringing out across town made them feel as though they had returned to 1942.

Although Downton had initially been no match for organized military squads, he was simply too reckless, and his physical abilities kept growing stronger with every death by explosion.

Only forty minutes had passed, but after Downton died eight times in a row, the situation in Smallville had completely reversed!

High in the sky, the stern man had originally been watching the footage on his tablet with great interest.

In the tablet's surveillance footage, Downton was rushing toward five soldiers at incredible speed!

Suddenly, the stern man frowned slightly.

In his eyes, Downton's head abruptly jerked to one side!

"Hiss!"

The stern man drew a sharp breath, then switched the tablet feed to the large screen beside him. With a few operations, the screen rapidly zoomed in on Downton's head.

The stern man clearly saw a large-caliber sniper round strike the back of Downton's head precisely, yet Downton had merely lost a patch of hair!

The next moment, the stern man activated replay and trajectory analysis, following the bullet's path to the concealed rooftop where the sniper was positioned.

After confirming the sniper's weapon, the stern man could not help pursing his lips.

"That was indeed an M24 Sniper Rifle... and the bullet was stopped by his scalp?"

A moment later, the stern man said coldly.

"Downton's strength is growing as time passes, or perhaps this growth is related to the number of times he dies!

"I had wanted to analyze his code of conduct under pressure, but I can no longer stay out of this!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the stern man walked aside and took a parachute pack from a rack.

As he strapped on the parachute pack, he gave orders to the subordinates waiting nearby.

"Begin the operation ahead of schedule. Distract the military and General Lane. It's time General Lane's stupid daughter served some purpose.

"Ordinary people in this world are always like this. The more clever they think they are, the more they believe every action must have a suitable purpose.

"They need a purpose, so I'll give them one. Begin the operation!"

"Yes, The Master!"

At The Master's words, the cabin door slowly opened. The cabin, which had seemed to contain only a few people moments ago, somehow now held dozens of ninjas prepared to descend at any moment.

Standing amid the crowd, the man known as The Master gently raised his right hand, then clenched it into a fist.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The ninjas immediately poured out of the cabin like dumplings.

At the same time, in Smallville Town, Downton's head snapped sharply to the side, and he shook his head dazedly where he stood.

"Fuck, a sniper. My skull hurts like hell."

After cursing, Downton forcefully shook his head again, then turned around to search for the direction the bullet had come from.

Seeing that Downton had not died even after that, the sniper gritted his teeth and fired another shot.

Bang!

The instant the gunshot rang out, Downton raised his right hand and held his palm in front of his face.

The next moment, the bullet lodged deeply in Downton's palm.

"Urgh!"

With a muffled groan, Downton used his blood-spattered hand to toss the scorching bullet onto the ground.

Looking at his palm, he saw that only the flesh had been torn, like when an ordinary person tripped and scraped their palm against a large pebble.

Downton's reactions had improved considerably, but they had not yet reached the point where he could see a sniper bullet clearly.

He had merely figured that since the sniper had chosen to aim for his head the first time, he would probably do the same the second time.

Shaking his hand as he went, Downton spat out a mouthful of blood and continued chasing the soldiers who were changing their tactical position.

The soldiers being pursued by Downton had long lost the composure they possessed half an hour earlier. As they ran, they shouted through the communications channel.

"The General's guess is probably right! The target's strength has definitely increased, and it has reached... a level no mortal could ever attain!"

"Rifles can no longer inflict effective damage! Ordinary bullets can only leave bruises on the target, and the bruises aren't even obvious!"

"We can't keep bombing him! Humanity's limits aren't his limits. He's like a beast!"

"He caught up to me!"

With that final scream, Downton leaped more than ten meters into the air and stomped a soldier to the ground by kicking off his back!

Before the soldier could struggle, Downton raised his knee and drove it violently into the back of the soldier's head!

Smack!

A scene like a bursting watermelon appeared before Downton's eyes, causing the other soldiers who witnessed it to let out hysterical cries.

"You're a devil!"

"Maniac!"

"He's a maniac!"

"Mommy!"

Amid the soldiers' shouts, Downton crossed more than ten meters with two leaps and forcibly pressed his left hand over a soldier's muzzle.

Rat-a-tat-tat!

The soldier desperately pulled the trigger, but every bullet was firmly blocked by Downton's palm!

The rifle in the soldier's hands exploded almost instantly, countless parts blasting into the soldier's face.

Downton clenched his fist and punched into the fragments, driving his fist directly into the soldier's head!

Rip...

Downton pulled his right fist out of the soldier's head, then turned to look behind him.

Another soldier had pulled the pin from the grenade on his body and charged at him with a savage roar.

"Go to hell, you damned monster!"

As he roared, the soldier spread his arms, intending to hold Downton tightly.

Facing the soldier's embrace, Downton grinned and opened his arms in return.

"I like being called a monster, because I'd rather be a monster than an ordinary mortal.

"As for you, even though my existence has driven you all to despair, I admire your courage.

"So I hope my embrace can offer a little comfort to your soul as it enters hell, buddy.

"Good luck in your next life!"

As his words fell...

BOOM!!!

High in the sky, beneath a parachute, The Master watched Downton emerge from the flames and explosion, his flesh torn open.

The Master's brow furrowed deeper and deeper.

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