Secret Weapon

Kong Xiangdong had always been an extremely low-key person.

Others assumed he was just an ordinary man, but in reality, he was not.

He was an Awakened, but his ability was so unique that it was utterly imperceptible to other Awakened.

His ability was the legendary kind that could nullify the abilities of others.

Any attack launched through an ability, whether it be a flashy energy ball or a hidden weapon propelled by power, would have its effect nullified at the source the moment it touched his body, rendering it incapable of causing him any harm.

Even a projectile thrown with a physically enhanced body would lose all its kinetic energy upon impact.

Anything even remotely related to an ability would be instantly reverted to its ‘ordinary state,’ as if the ability had never been used.

If he made physical contact with another Awakened, he could even turn them into a completely powerless, ordinary person.

How powerful!

It was an ability fit for a protagonist.

After fully understanding his own power, Kong Xiangdong was ecstatic.

Perhaps he was the main character of this apocalypse.

Such a formidable ability naturally deserved a name.

There were many powerful abilities, like that of Ren Anhua, the leader of the Survivor Camp, or Song Zhiyang, the captain of the Red Blade Team.

But they were all so tasteless.

High-Temperature, Red Blade—what were these?

They didn’t sound like names befitting a powerful Awakened at all.

Especially that Song Zhiyang, who actually had the gall to use it as his team’s name.

Did he not realize he was dragging down the entire team’s sense of style?

Kong Xiangdong named his own ability [Causality-Severing Body].

It perfectly matched the ability’s immense power.

An ability that severs any other ability from its cause—it was a name he truly deserved.

However, this power also had a clear drawback.

His own ability had a detrimental effect on him, drastically suppressing the flow of energy within his body, making him appear no different from a person with no abilities.

If someone who was simply physically stronger than him were to hit him, or just shoot him, he would be helpless.

So he had been biding his time, training himself, using the mere sliver of energy flow that wasn’t suppressed by his ability to strengthen his body.

After joining Zhang Yidong’s faction, he never told anyone he was an Awakened.

On that day, after long-term training and enhancement from his energy flow, his body was finally strong enough to track the trajectory of a bullet.

Given more time, he might even be able to become immune to gunfire, the greatest threat to him.

However, it was on that very day that the terrifying man—Meng Fanhai—attacked.

Immense strength, decisive kills—anyone who stood in his way was turned into a fleshy film of shredded meat, except for Kong Xiangdong himself.

He had nullified Meng Fanhai’s ability, but he quickly understood a simple truth: even if you nullify an Awakened’s power, one man cannot defeat a dozen.

Fortunately, Meng Fanhai found his ability unique and potentially useful, and thus spared his life.

He had no idea if this cruel and ruthless man would one day decide to kill him on a whim.

After all, he was one of Zhang Yidong’s men, and Meng Fanhai had come that day with a monstrous hatred for Zhang Yidong.

Fortunately, his worries didn’t last long.

That very night, Meng Fanhai sought him out and designated him as the “secret weapon” against Ren Anhua.

To be honest, Kong Xiangdong was a little scared.

Since the apocalypse began, Ren Anhua’s infamous reputation had spread throughout Pingding County.

Even if he could nullify her ability, when facing a figure like Ren Anhua, she might just cripple him with her physical prowess alone.

Of course, he wasn’t unconfident in his own physique.

By severing abilities, he was fairly certain he could even take on Meng Fanhai one-on-one.

But in Pingding County, aside from a few reckless fools, there was truly no one who wasn’t afraid of Ren Anhua.

Later, to calm his nerves, Meng Fanhai told him about Ren Anhua’s current state, which put him somewhat at ease.

After all, no grown man would be afraid of a little girl.

Although the idea of Ren Anhua turning into a little girl sounded unreliable, since Meng Fanhai had said it, it had to be true.

Besides, he had to believe it whether he wanted to or not; the decision wasn’t his to make.

He immediately assured Meng Fanhai, “No problem. If Ren Anhua is like that now, I could kill ten of her without breaking a sweat.”

However, Meng Fanhai’s expression seemed to darken upon hearing this, so he said no more.

And today was the day for him, Kong Xiangdong, to prove himself.

But his opponent was not the legendary Ren Anhua, but some brat sent by that tasteless Song Zhiyang.

Kong Xiangdong looked at his opponent, a young man in a hoodie, trying to act all profound.

No weapons, no firearms.

He must be supremely confident in his own ability.

He loved this kind of opponent.

People who relied too heavily on their abilities usually had poor physical strength.

And with his own continuously trained body, he was going to show this pretentious youth what terror truly meant today.

Kong Xiangdong strode arrogantly toward his opponent.

The hooded youth was the “secret weapon” Song Zhiyang had found yesterday.

His real name was Yang Qing.

Yang Qing looked at the opponent walking with exceptional arrogance and couldn’t help but sneer.

‘No weapons, no firearms. He must be supremely confident in his own ability.’

Yang Qing absolutely loved this kind of opponent.

People who relied so heavily on their abilities usually had poor physical strength.

And he, through his mark, could prevent his enemy from using even a sliver of their power.

[All-Sealing Hand]—this was the name he had given his ability.

Within forty meters, he could activate this ability on any target.

As long as he could encircle any part of the enemy’s body with one hand, letting his thumb and middle finger touch, the ability would successfully activate.

Generally, the wrist or ankle was the most suitable target.

If the enemy was male, then… well, he usually didn’t choose that spot to activate his ability.

Of course, he didn’t actually need to physically grasp them; it would activate as long as a part of the opponent’s body met the condition.

The enemy marked by the encirclement would feel nothing, except for a black handprint in the shape of a grasp appearing where the ability was activated.

And this exceptionally pretentious guy walking toward him probably had no idea what kind of battle was about to unfold.

Watching the other man’s swaggering, “I-own-the-world” gait just infuriated Yang Qing.

He had never met someone whose walk was so deserving of a beating.

Although his ability resided in his right hand, causing him to be sealed as well and his body’s energy flow to be highly suppressed, he was confident that his continuously trained physique was more than enough to take down this arrogant fellow.

“If that’s the case, then let me show you.”

Yang Qing extended his right hand, slowly unwrapping the white bandages around it.

“What the pain of helplessness feels like.
Wail all you want, but your cries won’t change your fate!”

He stretched out his right hand, clenching it toward his enemy in the empty air.

“Hahaha.”

Kong Xiangdong’s eyes were filled with infinite contempt and mockery.

“Pain? Wail? How amusing. You’re the one who should be wailing in pain, because…”
“You can no longer use your ability!”

The moment the words fell, both of them charged at their opponent.

In front of the two well-known factions, their respective “secret weapons,” like a common brawl, were tangled together in an undignified scuffle, kicking off a passionate wrestling match.

“Hey, isn’t that our boss’s secret weapon for dealing with Ren Anhua? Is that how he fights?” a subordinate from the Red Blade Team asked in confusion.

“How should I know? Maybe this is one of those super-battles that we ordinary people can’t comprehend. Like, to you, it looks like nothing, but in reality, each punch has several tons of force, and the person getting hit is also super strong, so they can withstand it. That’s why we can’t see anything, but their battle is actually earth-shattering,” another subordinate, clearly just as clueless, replied.

“But it doesn’t look like that to me. It looks just like my high school classmates fighting. And our boss’s face looks a little grim.”

“Stop asking. You’re just a mortal, what do you know? The boss is just amazed that the opponent has this kind of strength too.”

Aside from the Survivor Camp and the Red Blade Team engaged in their fierce battle, the military, which had entered the city, also encountered a powerful enemy.

“Level Three mutant warning! Non-combat personnel, find cover! Provide cover for the special operations team!”

“Lao Zhang! Control it!” Wan Xingbang shouted.

“Understood!”

The air around the Level Three mutant suddenly became incredibly viscous, as if it were moving through water.