Wolf

Oceania, northeast coast. With blades drawn, Azure had once again barely suppressed the collapsed, hysterical residents. Yet internecine slaughter was already right before their eyes. And everything happening here would likely spread to the outside world before long. ...The entire human world now stood on the brink of collapse. "Kill it!" "Kill it!" "Even if every last one of us dies in battle here today...!" Along the shore, hundreds of thousands of Azure officers and soldiers raised their blades toward the sky in indignation and helplessness... Despair gradually began creeping in among them. For what they were enduring now was far more agonizing than falling in battle right here. "You have disappointed me," Daie spoke once again. Then, whoosh! Once again, it plunged abruptly from the sky toward the surface of the sea. Such an attack was utterly impossible to stop. It was too powerful, and its target was not fixed—the entire coastline was open to its picking. Amid a deafening roar, another warship carrying over eight hundred civilians and soldiers disintegrated into fragments in an instant. "Ah!" Panic and fury erupted on the shore once more. This was already the third ship. Given the disposition and cunning this Daie had displayed before, it would most likely not repeat the same move again. The chance to intercept and kill it might be lost for good. Fragments of the warship filled the air, as did sky-high waves churning violently... From within the surging waves—whoosh! A somewhat slender spear, crude and simple like a primitive hunting tool, suddenly thrust outward from the water. At that moment, Daie was preparing to ascend back into the sky. It was swift... Yet the direction of that crude spear's thrust was aimed directly above its body. The spearman wanted to block its retreat. Before the person had even emerged, the source energy surging from his all-out strike swept through the entire space. As if caught in a violent gale, every splash of water and fragment of the shattered ship coalesced toward the spearhead, hurtling into a single concentrated point. A peak super! "Someone capable of unleashing such momentum must be more than just a peak super—he belongs on the Dome Leaderboard." "And this is the chance." Han Qingyu made his judgment immediately, preparing to join the fray. However, that location was too far from him; he might not make it in time. In terms of his strongest strike, Han Qingyu really only had one shot. Thus, he did not dare burst forth rashly just yet; he could only rein in General Ivan's specialty energy while sprinting in that direction as fast as he could. This kept his speed roughly on par with the pink-haired guy beside him. In truth, this opportunity was a gamble by Azure, a pure bet on luck—five formidable supers, their devices placed in hibernation, had slipped into the sea dispersed along the vast coastline, waiting for Daie to strike. In the end, they got their chance, and the one who intercepted it happened to be the strongest among them. Clang! Facing upward, Daie blocked with its column sword and followed with an upward parry, attempting to carve out an escape route into the sky. It understood its opponent's intent and had always known that humans possessed individuals capable of threatening its life—those few together, or that specific one. Even more, it understood the significance and vital importance of its own survival to the Great Spike vanguard. The upward deflect of the column sword was fast, but the spear reacted even earlier, evading the deflect and instantly thrusting three times from three angles above it in rapid succession. This was the fastest strike speed Han Qingyu had ever witnessed in his life. That figure finally revealed himself: stepping through midair with his body turned sideways, stabbing downward with one hand on the spear. At this moment, Daie was still facing upward without a chance to flip over; the spearman wanted to force Daie into the sea. This was unquestionably combat power worthy of the Dome Leaderboard, yet Han Qingyu had never seen him before. He was a Black youth with skin that was not overly dark, his limbs long and lean, looking dry and wiry all over. He was bald, barefoot, and bare-chested, wearing nothing besides his device except a pair of shorts—a bizarre appearance, yet he looked very young. "Wolf!" someone on the shore cried out. In truth, this person had shouted the moment the spear pierced the waves, which meant the clash between Wolf and Daie had taken no longer than the time to utter those three syllables. Wolf—the barefoot prodigy of the African savannas, the genius youth whom many of this world's peak supers held in highest esteem and were most eager to mentor. Over the past few years, he had guarded his homeland's savannas all on his own. This was the very first time he had stepped out of the savannas and appeared before the eyes of the entire world. "Incredible," Han Qingyu murmured in excitement, sprinting hard as he calculated the distance. Ten seconds. As long as Wolf could hold out for ten more seconds, Han Qingyu was confident he could erupt in a burst of speed to cover the ground and unleash his strike. No—it was whether Wolf and the others could hold out for ten seconds. For super combatants nearby had already arrived. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Towering waves surged across the sea. Within two seconds, at least five desperate, lethal bursts of power erupted as at least five Azure super combatants leaped into the air, slashing toward Daie. Those strikes were hope. "Roar!" Hundreds of thousands on the shore roared as one. But then—whir, whir, whir, whir, whir! In the air—Red Shoulders! At least four Red Shoulders had also reached the scene, cleaving down from midair. And one of them chose to slash straight at Wolf. Boom... Dozens of warships rocked on the surface like toy boats. A succession of earth-shattering collisions jolted the entire sea, sending tsunami-like waves crashing toward the shore. Azure's supers were struck down. Riiip! A gash was torn across Wolf's back by the Red Shoulder's column sword. Such an attack from a Red Shoulder was not actually enough to wound him on its own. The only reason it happened was that even with a Red Shoulder attacking from behind, Wolf had still been trying to pin Daie down. Under those circumstances, his dodge fell short by roughly two centimeters. The moment the Red Shoulder's column sword sliced past, Wolf's center of gravity wavered ever so slightly. In that tiny opening—shraa! Daie, already holding an overwhelming advantage in strength, flipped upright and chopped downward with both hands on its column sword. Wolf brought his spear across to block. Clang! The spear and his arms were smashed backward into his chest. Wolf spat blood, plummeting toward the shore like a kite with a broken string. The entire expanse of sea beneath him sank under the impact. Yet Daie did not pursue. It chose to turn and head straight back up into the sky. And so, Wolf had held Daie for five seconds. "..." Regret washing over him, Han Qingyu halted in his tracks. Instead of looking up at the sky, he glanced first toward the sea. Wolf stood firm. Plunging under Daie's heavy blow, he deflected the force and stood atop the surface of the sea, his feet tapping the water at a barely perceptible high frequency so that he appeared to simply stand there. He tilted his head upward, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were large, the dark parts pitch-black and the whites starkly clear. They blinked slowly like drawing curtains. With a plain, almost rustic expression, he silently watched Daie ascending into the air. It had failed. Sighs of regret had only just begun to rise along the shore... When suddenly—whoa! Cries of astonishment erupted.