Du Sen and his team members vanished into thin air in the hospital lobby.
Many people witnessed this scene.
At the same time, many took videos with their phones and uploaded them online.
In less than ten minutes, Du Sen and his team's videos went viral all over the internet.
All major news media rushed to repost them, with endless pushes to phone and computer feeds.
Comments online were endless, with tens of thousands every minute.
Yan Dongxu's name also made it onto the hot search trends.
Because he also appeared in the videos.
【What on earth is going on?】
【Oh my god, this is too cool.】
【Teleporting as a group? Spatial transfer? Who's that silver-haired guy?】
【I'm their fan now. These people are just too awesome! 】
【This blew my mind, I wanna awaken superpowers too!】
【They don't even need trains or planes when they travel now huh?】
......
【I heard there was a shootout last night, and lots of police were shot, some died directly.】
【Yeah yeah, I heard that too. 】
【There really was a shootout, right near my home. My family was woken up and wondered who was setting off firecrackers so late.】
【Something big happened! That's why they're late to report what exactly happened.】
......
Comments online exploded.
Yan Dongxu's phone kept dinging with messages as too many fans messaged him privately, asking what had happened.
Since Zhao Qingqing was injured, currently fighting for her life, he was in no mood to reply anyone.
He simply muted his phone for now and didn't look.
About five minutes later, ripples appeared in the space of the corridor.
Everyone present stared in shock.
The silver-haired man from earlier emerged from the ripples with a male and female doctor in white coats.
"Make way, emergency room, open the door, paramedics with special abilities have arrived!" the silver-haired man shouted.
The nurse on standby at the emergency room door quickly opened it and let the two doctors in.
But the silver-haired man didn't go in. Instead, he walked to Yan Dongxu's side.
"Boss told me to relay that you don't need to worry."
"The fight over there will end in about ten minutes."
The silver-haired man leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette, offering him one too. "Smoke?"
Yan Dongxu took the cigarette, and the silver-haired man used his lighter to help light it.
"What's your name?" Yan Dongxu asked.
"I'm Zhao Xiaofei, just call me Fei."
"I heard from Boss about you, you might have spatial abilities like me. We can discuss more after you fully awaken."
Zhao Xiaofei reached out his right hand, and Yan Dongxu shook it.
Smoking was not allowed in hospitals.
But Zhao Xiaofei and Yan Dongxu's identities were too special.
When nurses and doctors saw, they didn't stop them either, given the special circumstances.
"You look pretty bored, wanna come with me to take a look?"
Zhao Xiaofei asked sideways with a roguishly handsome smile.
"Can I?"
"Of course!"
Zhao Xiaofei exhaled some smoke, lightly tapped the space in front. Instantly, ripples appeared again.
"Let's go!" Zhao Xiaofei took the lead, stepping into them and vanishing.
Yan Dongxu took a deep breath, following close behind.
"This is..."
Yan Dongxu was shaken inside for a long time after he came out.
The feeling was too bizarre.
He now stood atop a thirty meter tall building, looking down at the streets taped off below.
It was as if there was a spatial door between the hospital and rooftop.
The whole process of transferring over felt no different than walking from bedroom to living room.
The only difference was that the two environments had no connections.
"Your ability is too freaky!" Yan Dongxu said in excited astonishment.
He hadn't been this roused when seeing Du Sen and Lin Xia's abilities before.
"Powerful abilities come at a cost - my white hair is the price."
"Each time I use my power, a bit of my life force is depleted. I'm actually quite envious of Captain and the rest. At least they don't have such worries."
Zhao Xiaofei smiled brightly, but his words were full of bitterness and helplessness.
"Then for sending me over this time..."
Yan Dongxu regretted coming, since he now knew it would harm Zhao Xiaofei's body.
"No worries, you're worth me doing this. Don't feel guilty. This was my choice."
"Spatial transfers of such distances drain very little of my longevity." Zhao Xiaofei patted his shoulder.
Yan Dongxu didn't know that each special abilities team had one top level warrior.
And Zhao Xiaofei was Firefox Team's top level warrior.
Barring extraordinary last resorts, top warriors would never tap into their powers.
Because top warriors don't live long, despite their ability to reverse tides of battle.
They were each team's panda-like existence.
About seven to eight minutes later, gunshots in the building ceased.
Du Sen walked out from inside, his face grim.
"Go collect the bodies," he told the policemen.
Then he flew upwards into the skies, heading straight for the rooftop.
"How do you feel?" Du Sen stood at Yan Dongxu's side and asked.
"Pretty shocked."
"Don't you think we're quite fearsome?"
"It's okay. Knowing that you guys are the just side, I don't feel fearsome."
Yan Dongxu answered candidly, curious why Du Sen had asked this.
"Then you still feel fearsome." Du Sen took the cigarette from Zhao Xiaofei and lit it, continuing to smoke and speak: "What if the gunmen today were ability users instead? How do you think things would have gone?"
Yan Dongxu's heart raced, grasping Du Sen's meaning now.
Indeed, what if all the criminals today had special powers too?
The slaughtered party might have been the just side instead.
"This world is undergoing subtle, underlying changes. Top leadership is fully maintaining peace."
"You can see it as formulating new laws of the world. I'll explain more since you have potential to be a top warrior."
"I hope that when you truly awaken your powers, you'll choose our Firefox Team."
Du Sen spoke with utmost seriousness and authority that Yan Dongxu had never witnessed before, brimming with an aura of murder.
The policemen below ferried bodies, wrapped in shrouds, from the building. Their faces could not be seen.
But the number really shocked Yan Dongxu.
Roughly counting, there were over fifty in total.
That was already near military-level firepower. Just what were these people trying to do?
"Let's head back to the hospital," Du Sen muttered.
Zhao Xiaofei nodded and opened the spatial door back.
The three returned to the hospital again, eliciting the attention of many people.
Nearly everyone had their phone cameras out, constantly capturing them.
Many media personnel had arrived and managed to catch the moment of the three materializing out of thin air.
"How magical!"
"So that was spatial teleportation?"
"Excuse me! We are from Jiangning Daily, could we interview you all?"
Yan Dongxu waved his hand: "My apologies, it's not possible."
The three headed for the emergency room doors as policemen came over to hold the reporters back and usher them in.
Just as they reached the emergency room, the head of Jiangning Public Security Bureau walked over and expressed gratitude: "Du Sen, thank you all for being here. And even calling special ability doctors over. Else many more policemen would have lost their lives today!"
Without responding or looking at the bureau head even once, Du Sen kept walking.
The poor handling of this police operation had irritated him.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
