"Ah!"
Wakamatsu Kazuki let out a startled cry. It wasn't just because they were surrounded—Fang Cheng had grabbed him and tossed him into the air, too.
Two nozzles emerged from the soles of Kanzaki Rin's Blood Battle Suit and its back, propelling her high into the sky.
In the blink of an eye, Fang Cheng was the only one left on the ground.
He raised his leg high and stomped down.
War Stomp!
A ring of ripples spread out from the spot where Fang Cheng landed, rolling across the ground in every direction for dozens of meters.
Boom!
Amid a deafening crash, countless cracks instantly split the ground, like parched earth ravaged by drought.
Everything on the ground within range was sent flying into the air, including the dense crowds of Mud Men and the vehicles around them.
Their limbs were torn apart like rag dolls in the grip of a brute, breaking into irregular chunks. With a crackling clatter, they rained back down, littering the ground.
War Stomp wasn't much of a friend-or-foe discriminator, but it was a divine skill for mowing down mobs and racking up kills. One stomp, and it'd smash your brains right out.
More Mud Men, newly come to life in the distance, began converging on them in a surging horde. They were incredibly fast, just like a tide of zombies in a zombie apocalypse. Their thunderous pounding feet made the ground tremble faintly as they charged.
Fang Cheng raised four Vulcan Gatlings and opened fire in all four directions at once.
Rat-tat-tat!
The Gatlings roared with blue flames, their gunfire like a sudden downpour, instantly drowning out the sound of the Mud Men charging.
Countless bullets poured from the muzzles in a metallic torrent, sweeping away everything in their path.
The charging crowd seemed