I Am Your Natural Enemy

Chapter 99: Chapter 70: The Best Strategy, Go Underwater (5k)_3

If you can reach this level, it’s not something that can be achieved just by cheat codes, krypton gold, and hard work.

It must be that you have talent, the right temperament, and willpower that all align, only then can you achieve this.

With such talent, it’s almost a waste to just use it for martial training. It would be so much better to focus on cultivation techniques.

Just like the current Sect Master of Mount Mao—after his cultivation rose high enough, he supplemented it with some martial training, and ever since the spiritual qi resurgence sped up ten years ago, he managed to master the Lightning Thunder Punch.

That’s the real deal—handcrafted heavenly thunder, way fiercer than any ordinary Palm Lightning—any regular Ghost or Zombie that gets touched by it will be obliterated on the spot.

Zhang Laoxi himself is a cultivator, and he still feels that for those with talent, cultivation is simply the superior path.

But when he thought about how Wen Yan looked like he’d rather die than read a scripture, and yet the more he practiced martial arts, the happier he became, it was obvious Wen Yan was just like his senior brother—loved martial training, and nobody could change that.

Even on Fuyu Mountain, you can barely find anyone who is as ruthless with themselves as Wen Yan—someone who can do dozens of practice rounds every day.

Back in the day, when his senior brother was at his most diligent, it was only just about the same, and back then his senior brother didn’t even have to hold down a job.

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At the Duanzhou Chemical Plant, a constant buzzing sounded, high-voltage currents piercing through the air, pulling out long, thick arcs of electricity.

Cai Qidong was onsite in person, directing today’s assault mission.

They hadn’t pushed further in over the last few days, but they hadn’t been slacking either. The plant’s original power system had been commandeered, and after some adjustments, the high-voltage cables brought in could now hook up to the heavy equipment hauled in by the Scorching Sun Department.

What used to power an entire plant could now go full blast into their machines, and with everything prepped, as long as the electricity kept flowing, the effect would be no less than the Purple Robed Boss doing rituals in person.

”Begin. Clear the field.” Cai Qidong gave his order.

The command to clear the site had just gone out, and the humming only got louder—a massive piece of machinery, dozens of meters long, sat at the side of the chemical plant.

From here, it was the shortest distance to those pools Wen Yan had marked out.

The perimeter wall had long since been cleared away by heavy machinery. For easier access, they’d even paved a makeshift, smooth road straight to the plant’s sewage treatment area.

Operators in hazmat suits drove pile drivers and all sorts of heavy machinery into position.

The pile driver punched a huge hole in the ground, and another excavator with a massive claw moved up, gripping a thick, long metal column and slamming it into the hole.

After advancing a certain distance, ripples began spreading in the plant’s pools, and suddenly, zombies and ghosts started appearing.

That odd, dozens-of-meters-long machine at the rear began whirring to life.

The drill-like head at the front opened up, spinning rapidly, and inside its hollow core, arcs of electricity began to flicker—gathering until they formed a thick bolt of lightning that blasted straight through the air.

The electric arc jumped along those thick metal columns, building a visible electric grid between them.

It indiscriminately covered everything within a hundred-meter radius.

Staff in hazmat suits sat stock-still inside the engineering vehicles, electric arcs constantly leaping across the outside of their protective gear.

As for the walking dead and ghosts rushing out of the pools, they were instantly swept by the thick arcs. In just two or three seconds, zombie after zombie fell to the ground, charred to a crisp.

The terrifying bolts, bringing light and heat, swept through the place, and any ghost caught by them died even faster than zombies—erased on the spot.

The thick electric arcs ran down into the water after the submerged zombies, crackling as they danced across the surface. All that plant-scale power surged through the black water, mercilessly sweeping away everything inside.

With the channel open and lightning everywhere, inside the chemical plant’s territory, plenty of walking dead that had just jumped into one of the pools convulsed and collapsed, while the ghosts one after another disintegrated as they fell in.

The lightning danced between the hopping corpses on the water’s surface, forming arcs visible to the naked eye.

Outside, with no more swarms of walking dead and ghosts flooding out like a tide, the Scorching Sun Department’s forces began advancing again.

Every poolside had the necessary equipment in place—electricity, fire, firearms—if anything strange happened, a single order would unleash a saturation strike.

Soon, staff finished the tests: out of the eight pools here, seven were just as before, you could touch the bottom with no problem.

Only the pool where walking dead had appeared today, after being scanned with special sonar enhanced with Ghost Bone, returned no echoes at all—an endless abyss beneath.

Qin Kun, suited up in protective gear, stepped forward from the crowd.

”Let me do it.”

He leapt down and plunged into the water, disappearing immediately.

At that moment, the special sonar started getting a response. The results flashed on the computer screen—it was Qin Kun’s silhouette.

Dropped into the water, Qin Kun instantly felt as though he were in the deep sea, pitch black and boundless on all sides, with only the faintest light overhead.

He gave the rope around his body a tug—it was his safety line as well as the main oxygen supply hose, and also his communications link to the surface.

Unless absolutely necessary, he wouldn’t touch the emergency oxygen tank he carried.

He radioed what he saw up to the surface, so they could log the details.

On his visor, a route was displayed—mapped out just now when ultra-high-voltage electricity had blasted into the pool and spread indiscriminately, revealing a passage.

Electricity always seeks out the shortest path. On the other side must be where the walking dead were coming from.

This method—aside from being troublesome to set up, power-hungry, and dangerous without protective gear—didn’t have much else wrong with it.

This time around, with all the gear fully equipped, finding the path wasn’t so hard.

They couldn’t find it before because after they broke in, the pools returned to normal and closed up the passages.

Following the indicated route, Qin Kun forged ahead in the inky depths. Suddenly, the projected path flickered, static crackled in his headset, and when he reached back, the line went slack—one pull, two pulls, he found the end of the line was now in front of him.

The cable, thick as his arm, had been severed by he didn’t know what—the break was jagged and rough.

He looked around, and all about him was absolute darkness.