Taking advantage of the chaos, Zhong Yun swiftly executed seven more people, wiping out the entire power team. By that point, he had killed ten people in total.

A member from another team witnessed the entire process. Seeing seven people slump over with their necks bent one after another, he was so terrified that his soul nearly fled his body, and a piercing scream echoed through the main control room.

Without pausing, Zhong Yun continued his slaughter, killing several more. Once the crew members were on guard, snapping their necks became far less straightforward.

Zhong Yun resorted to striking their chests directly, crushing their hearts with his fists. He employed a technique similar to the 'Seven Wounds Fist' found in Wuxia novels; the external impact showed no visible mark, yet the heart within had already been pulverized.

Everyone sensed that hand of death, seemingly reaching out from the Nine Hells, emanating a chilling, purple energy that claimed a life with every appearance. Terror gripped them all, shaking them to their core.

They scrambled from their seats, surging toward the exit. “Calm down!

Everyone, stay calm!” someone bellowed, trying to maintain order. “Organize yourselves!

The more afraid you are, the faster you’ll die.” Zhong Yun closed the distance in a few strides, grabbing the man's neck and twisting it clean off. The man made a faint gurgling sound, his hands flailed briefly as if grasping at air, and then fell limp.

The remaining people panicked even more, shoving each other toward the door. Zhong Yun dispatched another ten stragglers in the rear.

The first man was right; on a battlefield, fear accelerates death. A full contingent of forty-five people—and an effective resistance was nonexistent—had been more than halved in casualties.

Even considering Zhong Yun was cloaked in invisibility, this was extraordinary. He stopped his hands, realizing he was not inherently a bloodthirsty man after all.

Killing. It certainly made one’s hands grow numb.

Looking at the heaps of corpses strewn across the floor, Zhong Yun sighed. Still, controlling the main control room so smoothly had genuinely exceeded his expectations.

These crew members, it seemed, were all administrative staff. Upon hearing the news that the main control room had fallen, Wang Jingze’s vision went black, and he nearly collapsed.

He finally understood why Zhong Yun had disappeared. But how exactly had Zhong Yun bypassed the heavy defenses to reach the main control room?

The messenger reporting the incident had no details of the preceding events. He was an armed guard stationed at the corridor, who rushed to inform the Captain immediately upon learning what had transpired.

Wang Jingze steadied his nerves. With events having reached this stage, investigating the details now was pointless.

The immediate priority was reclaiming the main control room. Hesitation breeds disaster.

Wang Jingze slammed his fist against the wall. “All armed personnel, heed my order!

Withdraw from the armory immediately!” Giving this command felt like a knife twisting in his heart; fifteen years of meticulous infiltration and planning were now being washed away. I will not accept this!

he roared inwardly. There is still a chance.

Wang Jingze clenched his fists tightly. As long as they recapture the main control room—currently containing only Zhong Yun—and manage to kill him… By this time, the armed personnel were already reduced by more than half, fewer than sixty remaining.

This wasn't due to Yu Daoqing's inefficiency, but Wang Jingze’s extreme cunning; he only sent out small teams of five men at a time to their deaths. Yu Daoqing, wanting to buy as much time as possible, was happy to cooperate.

One could see the sheer discipline of these armed men, an awe-inspiring sight. Knowing they were walking into certain death, they still obeyed without hesitation.

As she continued to kill, Yu Daoqing felt her hands start to falter. These were all living souls; she was no cold-blooded butcher.

Having taken so many lives, she felt deeply distressed. However, this was a fight for survival, where hesitation was unforgivable.

After taking out another group of five, she waited, sensing no immediate arrival. Just as she breathed a sigh of relief, her senses informed her that the enemy forces were withdrawing.

“Zhong Yun has been discovered,” Yu Daoqing gasped inwardly. She leaped into the air and shot after the retreating enemy.

The thought of Zhong Yun facing danger ignited a fierce killing intent within Yu Daoqing, and she quickly caught up to a group of about ten enemies. She opened her mouth, and an inaudible sound wave enveloped them.

The ten men collapsed simultaneously, swaying as if heavily intoxicated. This was an ultrasound—inaudible to the human ear but capable of instantly liquefying the brain into a paste, killing invisibly.

Inside the main control room, Zhong Yun had already deactivated the ship's propulsion, communications, and weapon systems. He then switched on all internal monitoring feeds.

Seeing an armed contingent closing in on the control room, he sealed the corridor ahead of them. Yu Daoqing was moving incredibly fast; she should arrive shortly.

“Brother Wang, it seems this time you’ve suffered a complete rout,” Zhong Yun remarked mockingly from the captain’s seat, watching Wang Jingze's image on the monitor. Wang Jingze, leading a group toward the main control room, heard Zhong Yun’s voice abruptly, and the last vestige of hope shattered.

He actually knows how to control the ship? In that instant, Wang Jingze felt his limbs turn icy cold, his heart turning to dead ash.

Possessing command over the entire vessel, coupled with a Level Ten powerhouse, eliminating Wang Jingze and his men would be trivially easy. The tables had truly and completely turned.

Wang Jingze, who started as the butcher, was now the fish on the chopping block, utterly at the mercy of his executioner. “My greatest failure was not killing you right at the beginning,” Wang Jingze said with a desolate laugh.

“You’re quite straightforward,” Zhong Yun replied, shaking his head. Just then, Yu Daoqing arrived, and Zhong Yun opened the door to let her in.

“Why did you spend fifteen years setting up this scheme?” With the “Bug-Bee No. 2” and “Bug-Bee No.

3” still some time away, Zhong Yun intended to use this lull to resolve some lingering questions. Wang Jingze found his question absurd; the corner of his mouth twitched, but no smile emerged.

“The first time I saw Yu Daoqing, I was deeply captivated. I never imagined a woman could possess such beauty.

I was completely conquered. At that moment, I told myself, I must have her, absolutely…” “Dream on,” Yu Daoqing spat out hatefully.

This time, Wang Jingze actually laughed. “Dream?

If it weren't for Zhong Yun, you’d see if I was dreaming…” “The people on this ship aren't your subordinates, are they?” Zhong Yun interrupted, noticing how Yu Daoqing’s body trembled with anger. Wang Jingze remained silent, neither confirming nor denying.

“If I ask which faction they belong to, you probably won't tell me,” Zhong Yun stated. “Enough idle talk,” Wang Jingze said impatiently.

“How do you plan to deal with us?” This question signaled his genuine surrender. Zhong Yun fell silent.

Those around Wang Jingze grew tense. They knew the moment of decision regarding their fate had arrived, whether life or death rested solely on the whim of that young man.

Yu Daoqing glanced at Zhong Yun, feeling a curiosity herself about how he would handle these people—kill them, or let them go? P: Major home renovations today; both chapters today were written in an internet café.

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