The spear attack was clearly the ability of a deathmatch fighter.
The ensuing explosion wasn't especially powerful, nowhere near as devastating as the one that had nearly shaken the entire underground shelter. Even so, it caught the bystanders nearby in its blast, leaving at least a hundred casualties.
The many spectators farther away couldn't keep their footing. They were knocked to the ground, screaming in terror.
The battered City Direct Military officer had barely managed to dodge the attack. He turned to look at the horrific scene, his face darkening as his spirits sank.
The small plaza in front of the campus gate had already been half destroyed by the shock waves from the earlier explosion. After taking another hit like this, there was hardly a patch of level ground left.
It was worth noting that perhaps the City Society's long-standing control over the shelter had become deeply ingrained, or perhaps people had enough faith in City Direct Military, its forceful enforcement arm.
Though the bystanders were badly shaken by what they had just witnessed, they didn't immediately turn and flee. At most, they moved farther away, finding cover to hide behind as they watched.
Some even stayed hidden in the crowd, shouting wildly at the City Direct Military officer.
It seemed that seeing a battle like this with their own eyes had made some people unbearably excited.
Unfortunately, the battered City Direct Military officer didn't believe he could bring the situation under control.
Still, he gritted his teeth and looked toward the direction the spear had come from, cursing inwardly. Did the reinforcements stop to buy milk tea on the way? Why aren't they here yet?
Through the dust-filled campus, a man holding a spear slowly emerged.
He had a striking appearance. His prominent cheekbones made his cheeks look