The Final Fever Pitch

Battles are unpredictable, and agreed-upon battle plans can become difficult to execute due to changes.

As for Zhang Xuezhou, who was lying down, he personally did not want to get up and expose himself to a direct confrontation before things stabilized.

If possible, he hoped that Zhou Rihui could lure Zhang Qiaoen to the Jianing Palace, and then Ren Yisheng would launch a surprise attack, followed by a large group of people rushing forward and hacking the opponent to death.

But as the rocket blasted open the walls concealing the old mansion, Ren Wuyang's urgent voice rang out again; they were no longer entitled to remain lying down.

If Ren Wuyang can perceive the risk, then things might indeed be very bad, even threatening Ren Wuyang life.

When Ren Yisheng propped himself up with his cane, Zhang Xuezhou had no choice but to get up as well.

He patted Zhou Yueyan, indicating that her condition had stabilized somewhat, and there was no time to give her a thorough treatment now.

"Damn it, this damn divine grace is being used up too quickly! I was just a hair's breadth away from being fully healed!"

Zhou Yueyan muttered something.

Her summary left Zhang Xuezhou speechless.

On the surface, Zhou Yueyan could exert seven or eight or even nine-tenths of her strength at this time, but as long as the fight was intense, it would inevitably tear her wounds.

Of course, Zhang Xuezhou did not know whether the opponent's Black Armor Combat Technique could suppress or even heal the injury.

In short, he only treated half of Zhou Yueyan's injuries.

This was something he could only achieve after reaching the Divine Ability and gaining considerable expertise in the Supreme Purity True Technique.

After the initial drastic treatment, the next step is more nuanced differentiation therapy, but currently, there is clearly a lack of sufficient time.

"Professor Song, I'd like to play with your gun!"

Seeing Song Bu'er carrying a long-barreled gun, Zhang Xuezhou reached out and asked.

"This gun can fire in three consecutive shots, forward and reverse. Be careful not to accidentally shoot yourself while you're playing with it," Song Bu'er said casually, handing it over.

"Does the Song 237 version add the ability to fire three shots in a row?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"Yes, to prevent it from failing to kill with a single shot, I added two extra mechanisms inside. What looks like one barrel is actually three," Song Bu'er nodded. "If you find it easy to use, you can have this gun as a toy!"

What is the effective range?

"Four hundred meters, but the closer the distance, the stronger the effect!"

"Let me test it out!"

As Ren Yisheng urged Zhou Yueyan to take him to the old mansion, Zhang Xuezhou's Law Power perception rapidly extended, reaching the old man wielding a ring-pommel sword.

He leaped up and climbed to the top of the Jianing Palace.

"That's brilliant!"

Song Bu'er was stunned, feeling that Zhang Xuezhou's method of stepping on his right foot and jumping off the ground was extremely impressive.

He can jump downwards but not upwards, which makes it difficult for Song Bu'er to reach many positions when he is lying in ambush and shooting. If he had such a light and agile leap, his shooting range would be much larger.

"He's said to be a variant of Crane Soaring from Crane Form Fist. He's the only one who can practice Crane Soaring so exclusively," Wang Yi'an said with lingering fear, still shaken by his injuries.

You don't understand anything!

Song Bu'er replied, then grabbed the small silver pistol that Zhang Xuezhou had given him in return.

He fired a test shot, then quickly crawled out.

"I don't know anything, but you do, humph!"

Wang Yi'an's expression changed, and she looked again at the pale blue area where she had been hit by shrapnel.

Clumps of sticky liquid covered the injured wound, the secretion power brought by the body's dark spider genes slowing down the injury and preventing it from worsening.

For Wang Yi'an, this was an injury that required rest and recuperation, but the situation didn't seem to give him any time to catch his breath.

At the entrance to the Louvre Palace, the commander who had received Zhou Yueyan's orders had already led nearly a hundred men in a surprise attack.

At this point in the battle, even Zhou Yueyan had to resort to a human wave tactic, sending these special forces members, who were not yet at the Third Sequence, to their deaths.

"Wang Haoran..."

Wang Yi'an would occasionally think of her brothers.

Wang Haoran's strength was unremarkable in the past, but Sequence Committee went through wave after wave of upheavals, Wang Haoran's individual strength has now ranked among the top in Western Capital City.

However, he had previously severed Wang Haoran's tendons in his hands and feet, causing a significant decline in the opponent's strength.

Even now, Wang Yi'an can't help but feel a little regretful.

He touched his communicator, and a few seconds later dialed a number he hadn't contacted in years.

A few seconds later, the communication connection was established.

"A riot has broken out at the Louvre Palace. If I continue fighting, I might lose my life. After I die, the Wang Household's inheritance will be transferred to you. I've recorded the call; this can serve as proof of my will. If my son Zetao Qi Ingestion, just give him a good beating, but spare his life!"

Wang Yi'an did not pass on the Wang Household inheritance rights to her children, knowing that even if she did, they would not be able to keep them.

Just like their current Sequence Committee, without sufficient strength to support them, even if they rise to power, they cannot stand firm and instead bring about unspeakable disasters.

After giving his last words in a few words, Wang Yi'an quickly hung up the call without waiting for Wang Haoran's response.

He swayed slightly, and as he reached out to brush his body, the dozens of weapons embedded in his body made a soft rustling sound.

Just over ten seconds later, when another shot rang out, Wang Yi'an had already gathered his genetic weapons, scaled the wall, and crawled back inside.

"Qin Wuxuan is dead, Zhu Wei is dead, Li Biming is dead, Zhu Haishan, who was cautious his whole life, is dead, Li Yanqi is dead, Zhen Kaixin is dead, and Jiang Chao is dead too!"

Severely injured, Sequence Committee member Jong Jin-jin lay half-reclined on the ground, muttering to himself. He held a genetic weapon that resembled a snake's tongue, looking somewhat bewildered, completely unaware of how to deal with these terrifyingly powerful rioters after his attacks failed.

These individuals possess formidable individual strength and a penchant for killing, exhibiting a combat prowess entirely different from that of other individuals at the same rank.

These are people of their parents' generation; apart from being slightly inferior in terms of their social standing, their qualities in other aspects are almost similar or even equal.

In the past, the Sequence Committee had Sixth Sequence members who could suppress these powerful Fifth Sequence elders, but after Chang Kongyinghao and others were severely injured, their shortcomings became too obvious.

His whispered words caused Zhu Shengnan, who rushed over, to tremble uncontrollably.

The mortality rate for high- Sequence Holder isn't that high; unless they are instantly overwhelmed, they can still run away if they can't win.

This is why the members of the Sequence Committee responsible for the first echelon fought fiercely, but before they could properly divide and suppress the rioters, they had already lost their lives in the riot.

There were reasons for this, including Zhang Qiaoen's overwhelming power and the bombardment by this rocket.

Her father, Zhu Wei, was among the deceased.

Zhu Shengnan's hands and feet were ice-cold, but just a few seconds later, she roared and charged into the fray, wielding her genetic weapon, the Thousand Blade Slash.

The location of the old mansion was bombarded by rocket artillery, which brought the riot to its final, intense stage.

Once Zhang Qiaoen eliminates the many elderly people in the Old Age Mansion, no one in Western Capital City will be able to restrain her. When the other side launches a counterattack, none of them will be able to escape.