Published: February 8, 2025
CHAPTER TEXT:
"The third bell... there’s still one more to go..."
In the apocalypse, people struggle desperately, all for the sake of benefits.
These benefits can be big or small; perhaps just a piece of bread, a bottle of water, a gun, a woman, or a vial of potion.
When it reaches a certain level, these benefits can become enormous, such as an Advanced Evolution Potion, a powerful job scroll, a large granary, or a secret arms depot.
There are even greater benefits, known only to the individuals involved, as each strong person focuses on different things.
Ye Zhongming and Guangyao are such individuals.
Guangyao came here on a mission; he knows what will happen here, so he intends to occupy this place and seize the forthcoming benefits in advance.
Thus, he launched this surprise attack among humans, aiming to become the master of Cloud Port, even with the monstrous sea beasts lurking outside.
Ye Zhongming felt a strong urge for the Rong Clan Holy Armor and wanted to test the power of the formidable set he had only heard of in his past life. But ultimately, it was Guangyao's actions that stirred his interests.
Ye Zhongming aimed to make a fortune from this rescue operation; if Guangyao seized this place, what would he do?
Moreover, as a craftsman, Ye Zhongming's primary means of accumulating wealth was manufacturing equipment. His desire for the Rong Clan Holy Armor could alternatively be described as a covetous heart. Ye Zhongming wanted to obtain a full set of such equipment to take back and study slowly. If he could replicate it, that would be a monumental event. Even if he couldn't succeed, understanding the mysterious structure and performance of this holy garment would greatly benefit him.
Thus, Ye Zhongming's actions were not reckless, but driven by greed.
There was nothing to be ashamed of.
After Guangyao and Ye Zhongming fiercely clashed a few times, they stepped back from each other. Ye Zhongming wiped the blood from beneath his ear, feeling increasingly excited.
The Rong Clan Holy Armor indeed did not disappoint him; its strange abilities left Ye Zhongming on the defensive, and he suffered injuries. If it weren't for activating the swift ability of the Bloodstained Battle Boots, that bullet would have not only grazed his face but pierced through it.
Guangyao wore a proud smile, holding his gun towards Ye Zhongming. The earlier caution had faded significantly, and he now possessed immense confidence in defeating Ye Zhongming.
"Fool," Liang Chuyin cursed unsightly, all her previous worries completely dissipated.
She knew Ye Zhongming's capabilities. Seeing the man she liked use only the radiant seal blade master profession while wielding a silver-level edge of the moon to fight evenly against his opponent, the internet celebrity girl realized victory was assured.
If this guy named Guangyao had nothing up his sleeve, Ye Zhongming could easily take his life with one or two hidden cards.
Ironically, this person was still smug, thinking he held the upper hand, while she thought about how he would die soon.
Liang Chuyin didn't mind giving her opponent some humiliation, just as he had teased her earlier.
Guangyao squinted his eyes and snorted coldly.
He felt he could win, shifting his attention to the surroundings. With Meng Xiangjiang's assistance, his subordinates had cornered those who resisted into a small area, and victory was in sight.
Thinking about accomplishing the task of occupying this place, Guangyao felt elated.
"Come again!"
Ye Zhongming's edge of the moon flashed as he lunged forward, starting his second wave of assault with the aura of full power.
"I’ll teach you a lesson!"
Guangyao fearlessly met the charge, his long spear flicking as he unleashed the attack skill of the Rong Clan Holy Armor—Ten Thousand Layers Dragon Spear!
Numerous spear shadows transformed into dragon forms, charging towards Ye Zhongming’s blade light.
Ye Zhongming's gaze sharpened as he gripped the knife with his right hand while simultaneously pointing his left hand towards the dragon-shaped spear shadows.