Holy Light

Panic spread through the ranks, and the entire underground parking garage became a chaotic mess. Fear was a deadly virus, constantly spreading. People bumped into one another, cursing in terror to bolster their courage as they desperately searched for somewhere to hide.

Apart from a few people, no one tried to stop him anymore. What they had just witnessed had become an Eternal Life nightmare. If the opponent had merely been powerful, that would have been one thing—they would simply have been slaughtered in a one-sided massacre. But this Mutant had bizarre, unheard-of abilities, no different from a devil. The ability to create things was something they had probably only heard of in myths and stories.

That was Divine Authority.

They were afraid, terrified from the depths of their hearts. They were mere mortals and could not allow themselves to become enemies with someone so supernatural. At the very least, before this Mutant's abilities had been fully understood and deciphered, they had no desire to face him again.

The roar of the engine faded into the distance. It was obvious that the motorcycle this Mutant rode was of excellent quality.

The Skinny Man who had survived by sheer luck struggled for a moment before barely managing to get up. He stared at the retreating figure, his mind in turmoil. He had nearly died.

Suddenly, inspiration struck him again. He leaped up, raising his weapon high over his head, startling everyone around him.

"Could he be another idiot who thinks he has this in the bag?" people guessed.

The Skinny Man wore a solemn expression. He took a deep breath and roared at the sky, "I did it! I drove the enemy away! I beat him so badly that he fled in panic! We won!"

A Holy Light rose from the Skinny Man's body.

For some reason, several people seemed to be enveloped by the Holy Light. They stepped forward excitedly and joined in the shouting, as though they had won a grueling, epic battle and were now clad in glory, their names destined to go down in history.

The Skinny Man was immensely pleased with himself, praising his own cleverness. He swaggered and shouted at Donnie's retreating back, "You cowardly little punk, come back! I'll even give you one hand and fight you for three hundred rounds!"

Everyone was speechless. How shameless could he be? How did this Skinny Man say something so brazen without the slightest embarrassment?

"I just wasn't serious earlier. What Level 4 or Level 3 enemy? At most three moves, and I could easily take him down! He just ran too fast, so I couldn't catch him. Look, I really don't have any transportation." the Skinny Man said.

Some people in the crowd who still possessed a shred of shame could no longer bear it. They rushed out and kicked the Skinny Man to the ground. This was too humiliating. Who knew how many big shots were watching them? Why did their team have such a freak?

They all felt utterly ashamed, too embarrassed to face anyone. Even stealing credit had to have limits.

The Skinny Man still wanted to shout and provoke him, to show off his martial prowess, until he saw the Mini-Transformer silently appear in front of him. He promptly shut his mouth.

No one else spoke either. They trembled as though walking on thin ice. It was as if the entire parking garage had been hit with a pause button, sinking into deathly silence.

The Skinny Man wanted to cry but had no tears. All his bold declarations were choked back in his throat.

Why hadn't this little monster left yet?! Its master had already gone far away! Right, that Mutant must have done it deliberately! He had deliberately left it behind to keep watch on them!

What a sinister bastard!

The Skinny Man glared at the Mini-Transformer, then... forcibly squeezed out a fawning expression and looked at it ingratiatingly. Yet his gaze and expression were so vivid that anyone who saw them would think he was completely sincere.

Many big shots and hackers watching through the cameras nearly fainted. They were all left speechless. Where had this freak come from? They asked one another who had recruited him, and it was simply too much.

Amid a series of thuds and clatters, the Skinny Man was beaten black and blue. He sat on the ground as the Mini-Transformer bounced around him, beating him so thoroughly that he did not dare resist at all.

Yet the Skinny Man still wore that fawning, ingratiating expression, utterly sincere, as though he enjoyed it and even wanted to be beaten more. The people around him gritted their teeth in irritation. He was too pathetic; they all wanted to roll up their sleeves and beat him. Where had this freak come from? More importantly, who had found this kind of trash?

Even Donnie was speechless. As he sensed the distance increasing and the Spark Energy consumption gradually rising, he controlled the Mini-Transformer to quickly catch up.

His goal had already been achieved. He had used a little thing to intimidate them, delaying the main force and buying himself time.

Some big shots could no longer sit still. They called their subordinates at the scene and berated them furiously. So many people had been intimidated into inaction by a tiny thing that looked like a toy—it was utterly disgraceful!

The big shots issued a death order, urging them to attack and drive off this Mutant.

"We generally understand his abilities now. The database on this Mutant has been greatly improved! This time, we must kill him. He isn't nearly as powerful as you imagine!"

One big shot told his subordinates that the motorcycle and such were not as powerful as they had imagined. As long as they surrounded it from all sides and bombarded it with gunfire, they would definitely be able to destroy it.

This Mutant's Creation Ability seemed to be closely tied to the materials involved. The better the material, the stronger the mechanical creation! As for the upper limit, that would require extensive probing and analysis.

The big shots continued urging their subordinates to attack. Even landing a single bullet would be good, because if they failed to take him down this time, the chance would be slim. Even without considering the fact that a Level 4 Mutant had grasped the frequency of self-growth and could rapidly become stronger, certain major forces would no longer allow them to act so recklessly!

This one opportunity was both a gift and a deliberate move by the major forces to push them out as a touchstone for this new Mutant. If Donnie died, it would be a pity, but it would also prove that he was nothing special and not worth much. The major forces would not make a big fuss over a dead man like him.

Of course, there were exceptions, such as Magneto. He would certainly sharpen his blades and launch a bloody retaliation against the force responsible for the murder.

A Level 4 Mutant had finally appeared, one with extraordinary potential. Though he was somewhat unruly and arrogant and unwilling to contact Magneto's Brotherhood, he was still a rare talent. They had pushed themselves out as touchstones, only for the touchstone to kill the person being tested. With Magneto's temper, it would be a miracle if he did not retaliate.

Even if this Level 4 Mutant truly had to be killed, only Magneto could kill him. Anyone else who tried would die!

So, in theory, recruiting him would be best. If they killed Donnie, that force would have to tuck its tail between its legs afterward and make sure it was not eliminated by the enraged Magneto before they uncovered the secret of Level 4 Mutants.

The big shots urged their subordinates to continue the pursuit, but not to act without restraint. Firing wildly in a bustling city center was a declaration of war against the federal government.

The armed men gritted their teeth and reluctantly reorganized, preparing to give chase.

The Skinny Man took the lead. He naturally wiped the blood from his nose, inspiration striking him again as he shouted, "Come on, come with me! Watch how I crush him with one hand! What happened earlier was just an accident!"

A Holy Light rose from the Skinny Man's body.

Another group was infected by the Holy Light. They howled and shouted about teaching Donnie a lesson.

Everyone was about to faint. Those with hot tempers simply cursed aloud. Did he have to be this shameless? If he was so amazing, why had he not gone up earlier and crushed that Mutant with one hand instead of watching him swagger around like this?

The Skinny Man said, "What happened earlier was just an accident. If I made a move, he would die in an instant."

A Holy Light rose from the Skinny Man's body.

Several burly men were infected. Their emotions surged, their confidence inexplicably soaring, and they all declared that they would capture the Mutant alive. Victory was assured.

Some big shots simply turned off their monitors and refused to watch any longer. They suddenly felt pessimistic about this operation. Even if they had other backup plans, could a team with people like this really succeed?