Chapter 671: Unfolding Chaos at the Stadium

What on earth are those people down there doing?

Above the stadium, Lu Xin was not only battling three Number Two Clones but also desperately trying to handle that Hell Embryo. A strong sense of unease welled up inside him. He had expected swift backup after seeing the club members arrive, but instead, a long, eerie silence fell below.

Could it be that they too had realized the terror of the Number Two Clones?

The thought hit him suddenly, and even he began to feel a twinge of worry.

He had to admit, these three Number Two Clones were simply terrifying.

These clones were so formidable that ordinary Ability Users stood no chance.

Each one possessed a power capable of threatening him—exceeding even that of the Mental Overlord.

Though inherently unbalanced and burdened with fatal weaknesses as clones, with the Hell Embryo’s support they were nearly indestructible.

Even though the club members had strong abilities, how could they possibly counter such a terrifying force?

The realization left him internally conflicted.

He longed for help yet dreaded seeing the club members recklessly charge to their deaths…

Lost in this turmoil, he suddenly sensed something.

A subtle commotion arose below—pushing, shouting, and even someone blaring orders through a megaphone.

At that moment, he was fully engaged with the three Number Two Clones, unable to spare a thought for their words. However, he felt the atmosphere down there gradually shift, charged with a fervent, almost surging mental power.

“Hooah…”

In the next instant, a torrent of mental power erupted like a flood, rushing toward the stadium.

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“I didn’t trek all this way just to be the target of a kick in the groin…”

Lu Xin was the first to spot a gaunt figure.

Slim and brisk in his movements, Old Wang, a club member known for his fierce demeanor, was striding over in a waddling gait. Although his speed couldn’t compare to that of Spider-type Ability Users or even ordinary people, he exuded an astonishing presence.

He was charging straight into the rolling, overwhelming tide of the Hell Regiment.

In comparison, Old Wang looked as if he were marching off to deliver heads to the Hell Regiment…

“Boom…”

In sharp contrast to that foreboding scene, Old Wang’s punch made itself known.

Just before reaching the front of the Hell Regiment, he gritted his teeth and launched a punch.

At first glance, the punch seemed quite feeble.

It was as unimpressive as if an old man practicing Tai Chi had swung it.

Yet when it landed, the effect was astonishing. The surging mass of the Hell Regiment was instantly swept away by a tremendous mental force. Dozens of black figures vanished, leaving a gap of several dozen meters right before Old Wang.

With the Hell Regiment split apart, the pressure weighing upon him subsided considerably.

A Shadow raised his hand and eradicated a section of the black mental entities before him, instantly easing his burden by a third.

Lu Xin let out a small sigh of relief as he glanced downward.

There, Old Wang had sliced through the Hell Regiment. The torrent of black mental entities now surged toward Lu Xin, yet Old Wang continued his relentless barrage—his punches and kicks seeming weak but harnessing an awe-inspiring mental force that completely disintegrated the dark forms. Remarkably, he managed to block a Number Two Clone’s attack single-handedly.

“What kind of ability is that?”

Lu Xin couldn’t help but be stunned at what he saw.

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“The confidence of a madman…”

At the same time, the Scalpel, lying on the stretcher, wasted its strength to spout a trivial comment.

Xia Chong’s pupils constricted in shock—she hadn’t expected Old Wang to be so formidable.

“Madman-type…”

Prompted by the Scalpel’s remark, she soon realized what made their comrade, who had left Nightmare of God with them, so terrifying.

Madman-type abilities revolve around believing in one’s own strength and making others believe it too.

On one hand, the stronger one’s self-confidence, the greater the mental power.

On the other, it influences others, making them see you as incredibly strong.

The terror of the Hell Regiment lay in its immunity to pollution, its endless numbers, and tidal-like assault.

Normal Ability Users were virtually powerless against it, yet Old Wang performed remarkably.

After all, the attacks of the madman-type were, at their core, assaults of mental power.

He annihilated a portion of the Hell Regiment ahead of him, drawing enormous confidence that fueled even greater mental strength to wipe out the next, more potent wave—and so on.

Simply put, this guy was nearly the nemesis of the Hell Regiment.

Previously, many club members had been driven into Nightmare of God, mostly cornered by the Hell Regiment and contaminated by others.

Only Old Wang had never encountered the Hell Regiment.

He had been drawn in by a different incident—contaminating the sleeping residents of Flame City…

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“There’s no mission here at all—don’t mind his nonsense…”

“We really are helping out for justice…”

Meanwhile, Dracula barreled forward in a convertible, leading his own regiment in a charge.

He shouted fiercely as he advanced.

Shifting gears and slamming on the throttle, his Jeep soared off a fractured, sloping road surface, crashing heavily into a Number Two Clone poised against a nearby wall to target Lu Xin. The sturdy front of the vehicle nearly flattened the clone, but in the next moment, countless blood vessels and muscle fibers, like fine strands, swirled around it.

Yet almost immediately, the approaching Dracula group completely overwhelmed the Number Two Clone.

Rattle…

The clone’s blood vessels flew wildly, instantly embedding into their bodies.

Barely as soon as the blood vessels struck, the appearance of the Draculas began to change, with Dracula’s marks fading away.

However, these Draculas showed no sign of stopping or resistance. They swarmed in, and after submerging the Number Two Clone, they quickly dispersed—regardless of the blood vessels clinging to them or the mental marks that had been sliced off.

As some fled, others surged forward.

It almost looked like the Hell Regiment was scrubbing the Number Two Clone clean.

In this chaos, the Number Two Clone itself began to panic, its blood vessels dwindling rapidly.

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“Mental… core…”

The Scalpel, lying on the stretcher, had its eyes glimmering as it tried to chat with the person beside it.

Prompted by the Scalpel’s hint, Xia Chong’s mind suddenly cleared.

Dracula wasn’t dealing with the blood-threaded monster because of sheer strength but because it had exploited a loophole.

Although the blood-threaded monster possessed formidable power, its condition was extremely unstable. Dracula controlled the ‘zombies’ around him, charging forward, yet never lingering in battle—as soon as each zombie was affected by the blood-threaded monster but before complete contamination, they withdrew.

When time slowed, every one of Dracula’s men began merging with the monster’s body.

But by freezing time, they gradually pulled away from the monster’s associates, weakening its strength.

It was like continuously passing around a hot potato with both hands.

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“Nothing else matters, but I’m really intrigued by your reality-altering ability…”

Elsewhere, a group of people surged toward a towering 30-story building.

Their expressions were strange, and they ran with eyes fixed not on the path but on the rooftop.

They stared intently at the Number Two clone standing at the building’s edge, holding a glass cup.

Whispers of the Red Serpent hissed into their ears, incessantly implanting thoughts into their minds.

The Number Two clone reacted swiftly, sensing their approach.

In his eyes, these people barely existed—he only saw a giant serpent slithering through their mental world.

Without a trace of emotion, he gently caressed the apple in his hand, which then transformed into a cup.

Crash…

Those charging the building suddenly collapsed in heaps.

They realized they had plunged into a vast space filled with innumerable glass cups.

With glass cups stacked on all sides, they were completely buried, unable to move even if they tried.

“Is it an apple or a glass cup?”

“He said it’s a cup—so is it really a cup?”

“What if it were an apple?”

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Amid the ensuing chaos, hissing voices invaded their minds, ceaselessly urging and advising.

The madness in their eyes deepened as they grabbed the glass cups and forcefully shoved them into their mouths.

Their looks turned wild and fanatical as they chewed vigorously.

It was as if the cups were not glass at all but apples.

Crunch, crunch…

Sharp fragments sliced their tongues, throats, esophagi, and even stomachs, yet their frenzy only grew. They grabbed more cups, shoving them into their mouths and biting as if savoring imagined apples.

It was a scene of absolute, chaotic impact.

Watching from the rooftop, the Number Two clone’s expression slowly turned into one of confusion.

He suddenly found himself at a loss—was it a glass cup or an apple?

At the moment he doubted, the cup in his hand began rapidly switching between an apple and a cup.

When the transformation reached its climax, a crack suddenly appeared in the cup.

A similar fissure appeared on his body, with blood spurting out rapidly.

His simple mind seemed incapable of processing such information.

If he turned the apple into a cup, yet his opponent swallowed it as if it were an apple, then what would that mean?

“So it is…”

In the mental world of these people, the Nine-Headed Serpent observed the rooftop Number Two clone indifferently, a faint smile playing in its snake-like eyes: “Altering reality isn’t easy. To change how others perceive you, you must first fool yourself. But if they stubbornly follow the wrong path while being deceived, it will backfire on you…”

“Did you deceive them, or did they deceive you?”

“When a paradox emerges, that very power to alter reality will first turn against you…”

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“How on earth did you manage that?”

Around the stadium, countless figures darted about chaotically, their mental powers intertwining in disarray. Some could clearly comprehend the abilities at play, while others were beyond analysis. In that moment, Xia Chong was filled with another kind of doubt…

Unable to contain herself, she spun around and glanced at the Scalpel.

Just moments ago, her words hadn’t swayed those arrogant, powerful fellows at all.

So why did one sentence now propel them to charge forward?

At that moment, sounds of vehicles colliding and armed men shouting echoed from every street corner. On various buildings, numerous dark figures clung rapidly, advancing toward the stadium. The remnants of Flame City’s forces had finally reacted, converging swiftly on the stadium to halt them.

It seemed the crisis wasn’t over yet…

The Scalpel withdrew its gaze and tugged gently at Xia Chong’s skirt. Leaning in, she heard a faint whisper:

“This world was saved because of you, Captain Xia Chong…”

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“Swish!”

Xia Chong’s eyes lit up instantly. Even if facing an army, she was ready to charge in.