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Chapter 122: Chapter 122: The Precisionist’s Flaw

[Half Twisted Humans (Extraordinary): Precisionist Tier Nine, injured, extremely panicked. Perfectly controls the body but needs to maintain a calm mindset. The body’s precision can be broken from the mind.]

The Precisionist before him became increasingly flawed in his movements, his strength visibly declining, be it power, speed, or control over the body.

Su Changxing swung horizontally and knocked away the Giant Axe. Before he could make the killing move, the Hunter collapsed to the ground on his own, various emotions appearing on his face, trembling, ”Kill me, quickly.”

He was enduring immense pain, with waves of intense agony coursing through his body, constantly struggling on the ground.

Su Changxing guessed that this must be the Precisionist’s downside—he couldn’t have excessive emotional fluctuations. This was just like a Dreamer needing to stay asleep.

Each position likely has corresponding disadvantages, but it seems that those at the Upper Ninth Rank have greater downsides, bringing more power as well. Invisibly, there seems to be a scale weighing the pros and cons.

Su Changxing showed a clear smile, regretfully saying, ”What a pity, perhaps I would be more suited for this role than you.”

Using a heavily nicked and damaged blade, he pierced the Precisionist’s head, exhaling slightly. This Hunter was truly formidable, exerting significant pressure on him.

With the Precisionist dead, the room plunged into silence, leaving only two standing—Su Changxing and the Chopper who had lost an arm.

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At this moment, the Chopper was quietly edging towards the staircase.

Su Changxing licked his cracked lips, ”Are you trying to run away?”

The Chopper’s pupils suddenly widened, and he quickly dashed towards the staircase. Seeing the Precisionist’s miserable death, he understood that he could not be a match for this young man, and the only way to survive was to escape.

Su Changxing sprinted behind him, downing him with the backside of his blade, then leaned over, asking, ”Why are you running?”

Should I just wait around to be beaten to death by you?

The Chopper held his arm, his face ashen, staring at Su Changxing in despair, ”I······ wanted to go for a walk.”

No matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn’t come up with an escape plan. The terrifying impression of this young man was deeply engraved in his mind.

”Snap~”

Su Changxing slammed the blade next to him, creating a small pit in the ground, smiling, ”Answer some questions for me, and I’ll let you go.”

With slightly curly long hair, white cuticles peeling up on his skin, and sunken eye sockets, resembling a corpse—if not for the spark of life in his eyes, Su Changxing would have thought he was a zombie.

The Chopper’s eyes trembled, not understanding what Su Changxing meant, not believing he had any useful information, ”Really?”

Su Changxing nodded affirmatively, ”Yes, really. I don’t necessarily need to kill you, right?”

The Chopper glanced at Zhou An and others, sneering, ”Of course you have a reason to kill me. You’re not one of the Lady of the House’s people; you’re from the Otherworld, right?”

He already sensed that Su Changxing seemed to have some invisible communication with the people in this room—they were a group.

Su Changxing’s gaze dimmed, with a scholarly air, patting the dust off his pant legs, he smiled, ”Rest assured, I’m different from you. I don’t enjoy killing; I like reasoning.”

The Chopper glanced once more at the corpses around, silent, ”Ask then. I know I won’t live, but I want to die a bit more decidedly.”

”You have a bit of self-awareness after all.”

Su Changxing nodded satisfactorily, ”How many people do you have?”

The Chopper was just about to speak when suddenly his eyes rolled back, collapsing on the ground convulsing as if having epilepsy, his breath growing weaker, and then he began to cough up blood, completely dead within a dozen seconds.

It happened again.

Dead again.

Previously, a survivor in the Shield Company also died suddenly when he inquired about information. It seemed like survivors in this world had consciously done some confidential work······ some means of the Extraordinary.

Sometimes information is more important than some tangible strength. There’s no doubt that the overall strength of this Otherworld surpasses that of the survivor humans in this world.

It’s just that their average strength is far inferior to these survivors.

As soon as the Chopper died, the room transitioned from silence to whispers. Zhou An had already climbed up from the ground, untying the ropes on some people, and those freed hurriedly picked up weapons to untie the ropes on others.

Zhou An, walking briskly, face flushed, full of gratitude and excitement, ”Thank you, big brother, for saving us again. To think that monster was solved by you alone. They must be survivors from this world.”

Su Changxing looked towards the staircase, mildly stating, ”Yes, you’re quite good too. What’s your ability?”

This was what Su Changxing was curious about.

Now, Zhou An should count as a Superpower User, but he’s different from ordinary ones, moving towards being an Extraordinary. He’s halfway there, appearing as a Superpower User but essentially a half-Extraordinary.

Given a bit more time, or with Attribute Enhancement, he should become an Extraordinary.

Zhou An thought for a moment, took the rusty small knife in his hand, and frankly said, ”I seem to be able to control things I throw, making them fly out with more force.”

As he said this, he lightly tossed the small knife towards the wall, a faint blue light, tinted with a dark hue, flashing in his eyes.

”Snap~”

The knife accelerated as it left his hand, embedding heavily into the wall, half the blade buried, leaving several cracks.

The power isn’t small; although not as strong as the arrows Su Changxing shoots, it’s enough to kill, making it quite a good ability.

Zhou An took a deep breath, a bit helpless, ”But it seems like every time I use this ability, I feel completely drained, that kind of feeling······ Do you think I count as an Extraordinary now?”

Su Changxing thought for a moment, ”You count as half. Not entirely,”

He estimated that Zhou An’s struggle to use his abilities stemmed from not fully becoming an Extraordinary, lacking a body that matched his Superpower release.

A middle-aged man, wearing a black jacket, staggered over, just about to say something when Su Changxing’s expression darkened, ”Zombies are coming up, get ready for battle.”

He sensed many footsteps approaching from below—the zombies drawn by the earlier commotion, likely previously blocked by the reinforcements in the stairway.

Their noise indeed wasn’t small, attracting quite a few zombies. More importantly, in such a room, if blocked and unable to fight them off, it was mostly a dead end.

The others also tensed up; one wave hadn’t settled before another rose. They hurriedly picked up the weapons on the ground, but seemed a bit at a loss.

The former leaders of the team were all dead, leaving these people scattered and disorganized.

Zhou An took a look at the people behind him and waved, saying, ”Everyone, bring your weapons, block these zombies, don’t let them rush in.”

Sometimes people are forced to act. Originally a bit soft-hearted, Zhou An now appeared somewhat firm.

With someone giving orders, the crowd grabbed their weapons and gathered, but Su Changxing could see that many still had fear and trepidation in their eyes—the Doomsday World couldn’t instantly strip them of their ”weakness” from the mundane world.