Chapter 446: Power Beyond the Current Stage
Chapter 446: Power Beyond the Current Stage
Beep beep beep!
Destructive capability: 627.
Luo Ding of the Special Operations Bureau lowered the energy detector. This was the same type of device Wang Bo had once used. Though expensive in the lower cities, it wasn’t rare in Capital City—especially within the Bureau.
Back then, Wang Bo hadn’t earned the Wang Family’s full approval. Otherwise, obtaining one would’ve been easy.
“Just over six hundred? Not even top-tier among B-ranks,” Cai Jiu muttered.
With six B-ranks and two A-ranks present, why bother being so cautious against a Blood Buddha avatar that wasn’t even peak B-rank?
“General Qing Gang…”
Luo Ding felt Han Sen was overreacting. Even if the enemy had some skill, professionals like them were trained to see through tricks.
“I’ll test first.”
Qi Fei glanced at Taoist priest Han, who was channeling the Seal’s power, then decided to act. Though Han Sen had spoken at length—and Qi Fei acknowledged him as a wild card—his rebirth-granted memories held more weight.
Decision made, Qi Fei moved.
He raised his hand, a glowing orb materializing in his palm. The unshielded energy fluctuations instantly drew the students’ attention. Even the student council president, mid-sermon about the Blood Buddha, froze. His pupils flushed crimson as he stared at the intruding Bureau team.
“Let’s gauge your worth.”
Qi Fei wasn’t reckless. His strike aimed to probe. Knowing the Blood Buddha feared no death, he avoided lethal force—crippling it would simplify Han Sen’s sealing.
Whoosh!
A laser-straight beam erupted from Qi Fei’s palm, piercing the Blood Buddha before anyone blinked.
Raw power. Surgical precision.
This was a general’s true strength—his earlier skirmishes mere warm-ups.
“You again!”
The Blood Buddha snarled at his chest’s gaping hole. Though immortal, pain and memories remained. In his past life, these very people had slain him. Reborn, having patched his flaws, he’d planned to grow unnoticed. Yet they hounded him relentlessly.
Praying students gaped in terror.
Their refined president now resembled a monster. A mortal would’ve died from that wound, yet dark-red flesh knitted the hole at visible speed.
“Pollution sources require purging.”
No more holding back. As a rebirth individual, Qi Fei trusted his edge.
Mid-sentence, he blurred forward as a light streak. Before the Blood Buddha could twitch, Qi Fei’s left hand clamped its skull. Energy flared—
BOOM!
The point-blank detonation obliterated the Blood Buddha’s head, leaving only a mangled torso. But scattered flesh already writhed, seeking reunion. Students screamed, scrambling to flee the nightmare.
They managed two steps.
“You court death!”
The frontrunner halted. When he turned, his face rippled like molten wax—settling into the Blood Buddha’s visage.
“Slaughter them all!”
“Don’t leave a single one!!”
All the students froze as their faces twisted into the same distorted visage before settling into the Blood Buddha’s form.
The Blood Buddha’s immortality was absolute.
These students had been infected long ago—their earlier prayers were just fuel for the Blood Buddha’s power.
When the enraged students roared, identical cries erupted across the school.
Every person—those on the rooftop, teachers, security guards, staff—all became copies of the Blood Buddha.
“This is insane.”
The bald spectators gulped nervously. Freshly defeated Blood Buddha clones littered the ground around them. Though mostly D-level with occasional C-levels, these weak clones posed no real threat. The problem was their unkillable nature.
“No wonder the Taoist priest told us to wait.”
The transformed student council president’s aura intensified with each awakened clone. In minutes, the monster’s power had surged past B-level to A-level. While still beneath General Qi Fei, it now posed genuine danger. Their actions had lit the fuse—more clones kept emerging from ordinary people, each new awakening boosting the Blood Buddha’s strength.
“Did we mess things up?”
The B-level Old Man wiped his brow. Survival wasn’t guaranteed anymore, even for B-levels.
“Why worry?” The woman snapped sarcastically. “Since when do Special Operations Bureau elites care about Little Minions?”
Their group had been forcibly recruited by the Bureau—no welcome, just unexplained beatings from generals. Only fear of the Bureau’s power kept them compliant.
“Old Han! How much longer?” Wang Bo’s voice cracked. He’d barely reached B-level days ago, making him the weakest here—ignoring the cannon fodder he mentally labeled as NPCs.
“Ready.”
Han Sen’s eyes flew open as semi-transparent ripples radiated outward. He materialized midair in a flashy display.
Seal!
Han Sen knew no sealing techniques—this aerial act was pure theater to play the big shot and farm energy points. The system would handle the real work.
An intricate pattern materialized behind him, spinning into starlight particles that crashed down like a celestial net…