The laptop is dead, and I need to go to someone else's house to charge it. In the countryside, people usually go to bed around eight or nine, so I probably won't get it done today.

I broke my promise—what a tragedy. I was busy all day, my head is spinning, and I still have some things to take care of tomorrow.

If everything goes smoothly, I'll take the bus back to Hangzhou the day after tomorrow, and I should arrive the day after that. Ugh, I hope I can wrap everything up tomorrow.

Once I get back, I’ll take stock of the chapters I owe and make them all up. …… The previously bustling murmurs instantly dropped into absolute silence!

Many people, hands folded across their chests with smiles frozen on their faces, suddenly found their expressions turning rigid— A one-hit kill? The elite squad of twenty people had just died in the blink of an eye?

In the crowd, Blood Dragon’s smile solidified. The moment he saw the dark, slender sword, his pupils contracted, and a terrifying shockwave of Qi Power surged through his heart!

That was Qi Power! Only the Guild Master and the many Instructors (Elders) had awakened Qi Power!

This person actually possessed it too!” He knew precisely what Qi Power signified: it meant Ye Chen had awakened his talent, his physical constitution reaching Level 100! A Level 100 powerhouse could annihilate dozens of Level 99 powerhouses!

That slender gap was like an impassable chasm! “I didn’t expect your core strength to be this immense!” Blood Dragon’s expression shifted between hues as he stared at Ye Chen from the midst of the crowd, his mind racing, a fierce glint appearing in his eyes.

“So what if you’re a Level 100 powerhouse? So what if you awakened Qi Power?

Looking at you alone, do you think you can stop a hundred thousand people?” With that thought, a cold sneer curled his lips. He turned and walked toward the commanders, offering a greeting with a forced smile.

“Sirs, that person’s attitude is so arrogant; he clearly has no regard for us. He likely found some treasure in the ruin, and we absolutely cannot let him keep it!” A middle-aged man glanced at him dismissively.

“We are well aware of that.” A flash of anger flickered in Blood Dragon’s eyes, but he quickly masked it. Beside him, a woman with a stunning, seductive figure, her fiery red curls resting on her shoulders, highlighting her pale skin like a beautiful enchantress, watched Blood Dragon with bright, watery eyes.

Her gaze flickered, and she smiled sweetly. “Envoy Tote, you’ve gone to great lengths to persuade us to attack.

Do you perhaps have a personal grudge against that man?” The smile on Blood Dragon’s lips stiffened. He hadn’t expected this seemingly charming woman to be so astute, guessing the resentment between him and Ye Chen from mere scraps of conversation.

He forced a laugh. “Not at all.

I simply cannot tolerate how arrogantly he slaughters people while facing so many of us.” “Is that so?” The alluring woman’s bright eyes rested on him. “You also emerged from this ruin, and so did this person… Many others came out before, and some even resisted, yet we never heard you speak up.

But this Level 100 powerhouse makes you strain to persuade us? With your capabilities, only someone this strong in the ruin could make you lose face like this!” Blood Dragon’s smile became even more strained, verging on ugly.

However, a thought flashed through his mind, and he quickly settled down, smiling faintly. “Indeed, this person and I have had a feud before.

Primarily, he killed an elite member of our guild. Lance and the others can attest to it!” The seductive woman smiled sweetly.

“We don’t blame you. Whether you said so or not, this person deserves to die!” In the apocalypse, most people spoke with blunt directness.

Face was something earned through ability; one didn’t cling to false pride like in peaceful times. Speaking plainly wouldn't offend anyone—offense or not, in the face of real profit, even close allies were discarded.

Hearing the seductive woman’s words, Blood Dragon sneered internally but feigned gratitude. “Thank you all, sirs.” The seductive woman smiled slightly, then turned back toward Ye Chen standing near the ruin entrance.

Her eyes shifted as she addressed the two men beside her. “Shall we send the regular soldiers out, or the elite battalion?” The cold-faced middle-aged man pondered for a moment.

“Just the regular soldiers. Their loss is negligible.

After all, a Level 100 powerhouse is somewhat formidable. Alternatively, we could send a few Instructors to eliminate him directly, but that risks losing an Instructor to a death throes counterattack.” Another young man, whose nose was hooked like an eagle’s beak and whose eyes held a deadly, fierce aura like a beast ready to rage, kept others at bay with his frightening presence.

His psyche was deeply scarred by the aftereffects of constant slaughter, causing his killing intent to leak out visibly. He said coldly, “Dispatch the Instructors directly and kill him!” The seductive woman considered this and nodded.

“Very well, we’ll send the Instructors. Losing one Instructor is better than losing ten thousand regular soldiers!” Hearing the three deliberate, Blood Dragon inwardly rejoiced.

“Sending out the Instructors—that’s absolutely foolproof. No matter how heaven-defying this person’s abilities are, he will meet his doom on the battlefield!” At the ruin entrance, Ye Chen gazed at the dark, looming army not far away.

His eyes swept across them until he spotted a banner bearing Russian text—it was the banner of the Blue Mountain Guild, complete with their insignia! “Blue Mountain Guild?” Ye Chen’s eyebrow arched as he recognized the emblem.

He hadn't expected this massive army to be the globally renowned Blue Mountain Guild from his past life. He had read about the guild’s history in the Tower of Knowledge, and through general exposure, he had a decent understanding.

The Blue Mountain Guild was founded in the second month of the Dark Era by a man named Tosvazin, who was once a pampered noble. After the virus mutated his physique into that of an evolved human, he stumbled upon a fortuitous encounter in the fourth month of the Dark Era, acquiring a small ruin belonging to a prehistoric mechanical civilization.

Using the resources within this ruin, he rapidly established the guild, propelling it to become one of the foremost major guilds in Russia. Later, they acquired assets from the Meso-Babylonian Civilization of the Second Solar Age—the very civilization whose ruin Ye Chen currently occupied.

Using these materials, they founded the Blue Mountain Base City, eventually ascending to become one of the world’s top ten base cities! Tosvazin!

He was a legendary figure who once slew the Nine-Headed Qilong at the North Sea and fought the Earth Blood Bear on the edge of the Russian Crimson Forest. Mention his name, and almost no one was unaware of it; countless people looked up to him.

Ye Chen’s expression was cold. Although, according to the history of his previous life, this ruin behind him—the Fire Civilization, also known as Meso-Babylonia—was occupied by the Blue Mountain Guild, now that he had been reborn, everything he missed and lost in his past life would be seized.

Everything that didn't belong to him would be brought under his control! Across the world, as long as one possessed strength, everything could be plundered!

Just as Ye Chen was contemplating, three or four figures darted out from the dark mass of the army, landing on the yellow sand. There were three men and one woman.

The woman’s robes fluttered around her; she had a sharp, oval face and chestnut-brown curly hair, with skin as fair as snow, appearing exceptionally beautiful. The three men consisted of a middle-aged man and two younger men.

“You have three seconds: surrender or commit suicide!” the middle-aged man said coldly, one hand behind his back. He spoke with a heavy, broken Chinese accent.

Strapped to his back was a thin, black rapier, slender as a viper; generally, the thinner a sword, the higher the required skill in its use. Ye Chen looked up at the middle-aged man, regarding him as if he were a piece of wood, his gaze unchanging.

He said indifferently, “I give you one second: vanish from my sight.” “How arrogant!” sneered one of the youths clad in light brown leather armor. “Facing death, and you still don’t know what’s good for you.

Do you intend to fight our hundred thousand men alone?” He, too, spoke broken Chinese. Globally, English held the status of Mandarin in China—a common language for international exchange.

In Russia, Chinese was second only to English, and many educated university students knew a few phrases. “Time’s up.” A murderous intent flashed through Ye Chen’s dark eyes as he took a step forward, his killing aura sweeping across the entire field.

He raised a finger, and a small black sword materialized between his digits, condensed as if it were solid matter. A chilling, murderous aura saturated the blade, making anyone who glanced at it feel a chill down their throat.

“Kill!” The middle-aged man’s eyes turned cold. He gripped the long sword on his back and moved, shooting toward Ye Chen.

Faint Qi Power coiled around his slender blade, emitting a faint hissing sound as it sliced the air. Behind him, the two youths and the delicate woman rushed forward, clutching their weapons.

Swish! Ye Chen flicked his finger, and the black sword shot out like lightning, reaching the middle-aged man in an instant!

Fast as light! “What!” The middle-aged man’s eyes widened in shock.

He raised his thin sword, but only halfway— Thwack! His throat was pierced, and blood sprayed out.

A one-hit kill! The two youths behind the middle-aged man’s face changed drastically.

Before they could even evade, they saw the black sword, which had just skewered their comrade’s neck like a venomous snake, hurtling toward them at full speed! Thrust!

Thrust! Killing two more in succession!

As the throats of the two young men were punctured, the black sword continued its trajectory toward the last person, the delicate woman, its momentum unabated. As her beautiful face contorted in terror, it pierced her throat!

Slain! In the blink of an eye, four Level 100 powerhouses were instantly killed!

The countless onlookers fell into a dead silence. Everyone’s mouths hung open, staring in disbelief at the middle-aged man and the others collapsed on the ground, then at Ye Chen, whose black hair whipped around him and whose entire body radiated a terrifying aura.

A chill settled deep in their hearts! Even the seductive woman and the other two commanders directing the battle nearby, along with Blood Dragon standing adjacent, had their pupils contract, their fingers trembling slightly, overwhelmed by shock.

Level 100 powerhouses, instantly killed! Since everyone matured on the same day after the apocalypse, this disparity was simply too absurd, wasn't it?

“Too strong!” Blood Dragon trembled, quickly saying to the seductive woman beside him, “My lady, dispatch the main army to attack together! Bombard them with artillery, and bring up the fighter jets!” The seductive woman snapped back to her senses and nodded slightly.

The middle-aged man next to her glared at Blood Dragon. “I know that already.

Do I need you to remind me?” Rage flickered in Blood Dragon’s eyes as he clenched his fists, grinding his teeth internally. Damn it, so what if this guy had the rank of General?

I was a Major General back in the day, and my strategic command ability isn't much worse than yours! Of course, he dared not say that aloud.

“Relay the order: the Iron Guards Battalion launches the first wave of attack. Fighter jets, begin warm-up runs, ready to engage.

Rocket artillery, lock targets, stand by for command!” the seductive woman stated solemnly. Someone capable of instantly killing Level 100 powerhouses warranted the highest level of attention!