Chapter 142: Chapter 142: Strange Fog

The night wind blows gently.

In the Celestial Profound Cultivation Room, Baiyu is still stuck at the first level.

The more mechanical warriors he fights, the more there seem to be, leaving him no time to catch his breath.

However, in these high-intensity combat scenarios, he increasingly feels his control over his body improving, alongside his understanding and proficiency in Spirit Technique soaring.

It’s useful!

As a renowned cultivation site in the Martial Arts Realm and a staple of Golden Rainbow Academy, the Celestial Profound Cultivation Room is an immense boon to martial artists who lack Martial Intent.

Baiyu can sense that he is on the verge of discovering the method to condense Martial Intent.

His Martial Intent… His Martial Intent is: To live and learn simply, maintain inner peace, and despite any disputes or conflicts, should be resolved calmly and reasonably, discussing logic if necessary, and discussing facts if needed.

Then.

To beat to death all those unreasonable fools, those bastards endangering society with their evil deeds!

With the deepening of this high-stress combat, this thought becomes ever clearer in Baiyu’s mind, signifying the prelude to condensing Martial Intent.

Continue!

This place is simply a treasure trove!

At this moment he not only feels not the slightest bit sleepy but is instead vibrant and full of spirit.

…

On the other side.

Yang Jinhua in the control room also has not the slightest hint of sleepiness.

Seeing the scrapped robots on the ground cuts him like a knife.

This is all money!

The accumulated wealth of Golden Rainbow Academy over the years has been mostly demolished by this kid. And this loss continues to expand, with a growing tendency.

But that’s just part of it.

What’s even more shocking to him is how Baiyu manages it.

It’s been over ten hours!

Maintaining such high-intensity combat without showing any signs of fatigue or deficiency in Blood Qi far exceeds Yang Jinhua’s understanding.

Talent?

Superpower?

It’s truly baffling.

“Jiang Xi, have you noticed anything? Is it a power similar to yours?” Yang Jinhua hoped his keenly perceptive disciple could shed some light.

But clearly.

Jiang Xi shook her head, completely clueless: “My superpower ‘Zombie’ can’t do this; such endurance and recovery power already transcend most people’s worldviews, completely… Something only a monster can possess.”

Yang Jinhua nodded.

This indeed is the case.

However, being beyond comprehension does not mean it doesn’t exist.

Every year during the national college entrance exam, there are always a few prodigies.

Everyone has their own opportunities and cultivation methods, and based on the information he gathered, Baiyu’s parents were prominent figures on the frontline years ago. How could such people not leave some ultimate techniques for their descendants?

“Forget it, forget it, let’s not monitor this kid. Let him break through the levels his way, it turns out every year there are freaks, but such trial and error somehow brought him to the verge of Martial Intent.”

Yang Jinhua observed the obvious change in Baiyu’s mentality and force from the very start till now.

Since there is benefit, even at a loss, this kid cannot be stopped.

After all, the future of the Human Race always belongs to these young people.

They, the seniors from the older era, will ultimately one day fade into the dust or die gloriously on the battlefield.

…

Settlement Street.

Lin Shan and Qian Xue are quietly observing the changes happening on the entire street from their room.

Late at night, everything’s silent.

Due to Settlement Street’s economic state, few residents light lamps at night, and even if there is a faint light from a room, it quickly dims.

The whole street is engulfed in darkness.

And past midnight, Lin Shan sharply notices a faint white mist beginning to spread in the air.

Not the usual steam mist common in the North District.

This is a special type of gas, though odorless, as an Extraordinary, she distinctly senses the anomaly.

Qian Xue’s expression also gradually becomes serious: “This mist… It seems to be activating the Extraordinary Power within us, and it has a worsening nature, with the ability to provoke negative emotions.”

Lin Shan nods.

This is exactly what she worries about.

In such a place, the weird mist’s impact on ordinary people is self-evident.

Stirring the already accumulated negative emotions in people’s hearts, then slightly triggering Extraordinary Abilities to explode, would instantly cause a transformation event.

Even large-scale transformation.

But there’s a problem here: if this mist has existed for a while and continuously triggered transformation events, the Anomaly Bureau should have already received reports.

But the reality is, the Anomaly Bureau hasn’t heard anything.

If she hadn’t come to investigate, no one would have discovered the anomaly here.

Lin Shan takes out her satellite phone to report the situation here to headquarters, then she and Qian Xue open the door and head onto the street.

All around is shrouded in a faint white mist.

Amidst it, the two women feel very uncomfortable, extremely uncomfortable.

The Extraordinary Power within them has a tendency to riot.

The faint light of a powerful flashlight doesn’t illuminate far, the pitch-dark street has reached the lowest visibility.

However, their mobile communication devices still function, proving this isn’t the Simulation Realm.

“Don’t… don’t come any closer!”

At this moment.

A sudden scream echoes from afar.

The expressions of Qian Xue and Lin Shan slightly change, and they hurry toward the direction of the sound. Since no lights are on, they can only ascertain the general direction.

When they reach the specific location, they witness a shocking scene.

In the faint white mist, a giant tentacle flashes briefly, moving in the air like a giant serpent, then quickly disappears into the darkness again.

The air carries a strong scent of blood.

The two women cautiously approach.

The room from which the scream had come, its windows have shattered into countless glass pieces, with bloodstains scattered on the ground, and accompanied by some nasty-smelling black viscous liquid.

In the silence of the night, such a scene should absolutely draw attention.

Yet everywhere is as if dead.

No one steps out, no one makes a sound.

The two women feel an inexplicable sense of fear; by the size of that tentacle, if it truly is a mutant, its mass is quite enormous.

Under such circumstances.

The two dared not proceed further, temporarily retracting and waiting for the main force to arrive is the most prudent handling.

…

The retreat went smoothly.

The giant tentacle did not reappear, vanishing who knows where.

The two withdrew from Settlement Street.

The deathly still silence then slowly dissipates, with various insect chirps sounding again, and distant lights and firework displays appearing.

Looking back from outside.

The entire street is already enveloped by the strange white mist, like wrapped in a thick cocoon.

After Lin Shan and Qian Xue came out, they only felt like a heavy burden was lifted, the constant nauseating sensation in their hearts instantly vanished, but before they could be pleased, an even greater crisis struck.

The Spiritual Sense of an Extraordinary is no mere ornament.

The two women turn their heads lightning-fast.

Just to see a giant tentacle stretching out, crashing toward them.