Legend of the Supreme Soldier-Chapter 528: Opportunity

Chapter 528: Opportunity

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

D*mn! Parapsyhic waves again! This one felt entirely different from the three in his courtyard. Ye Chong understood immediately that they were from their backup.

Ye Chong leapt forward, breaking free of the parapsychic waves and at the same time delivering a punch to Peng Acha. Peng Acha reacted immediately, letting go of the laser gun in his hand and raising both arms up to block Ye Chong's attack.

However, he did not know how much power was packed in Ye Chong's fist.

Ye Chong's fist landed straight onto Peng Acha's crossed arms - or rather, Peng Acha managed to block Ye Chong's fist. Both Edward, whose presence Ye Chong noticed, and Peng Acha were thankful for the block.

However, Ye Chong's attack was so powerful that Peng Acha's arms crumbled easily under the impact. The effect brought to mind a single word – obliteration. No one could ignore the pain from suffering broken bones in both arms. Peng Acha screamed in pain as he was pushed backwards from the attack, and subsequently blacked out.

Ye Chong felt helpless. These shooters were all very strong - he was stopped every time he tried to kill one of them. Nonetheless, two of the shooters had lost their battle capacity. Now, his opponents were their reinforcements.

There were 13 shooters in total. Wei Zheng was dead, and two were heavily injured. Shu Mo'er was still out of it, and he only needed to stay vigilant around her. This meant that he was left with 9 shooters.

A group of 9 Level 6 shooters was a formidable force. Ye Chong could fight evenly against three of them in the courtyard just now because they were all close to him. In short range exchanges, Ye Chong's powerful moves were effective even against combat experts, much less the weaker constitutions of these shooters.

Now, however, Ye Chong had lost this advantage.

One by one, new and distinct parapsychic waves enveloped Ye Chong.

Ye Chong retreated backwards quickly. He saw five of the shooters on the wall surrounding his courtyard, surrounding him. They had laser guns in their hands, and were giving him looks of hatred.

There should be 9 of them, not five! Ye Chong did not know where the other four were, but he knew that everyone in the group was here now. He could sense the nine distinct parapsychic waves around him.

Dozens of laser beams shot towards him from all directions.

Zong Wen's expression was grim. The opponent was very strong. Their timely interference was the only reason their three comrades were not dead by now. What a strong enemy!

Aside from the wound on his left shoulder, the man seemed unscathed. This man was not a shooter, but his strength had made them all wary. He did not seem human at all, moving even faster than an animal. He was also very strong, hurting Peng Acha like that. How could any human possess this amount of strength?

Zong Wen's eyes scanned towards Peng Acha, lying unconscious at a corner. Bones protruded out of his arms, bringing a chill down Zong Wen's spine, despite his long experience with violence.

On the other hand, the man could sense their parapsychic waves. Zong Wen shook his head inside. He had to continually reassess the threat level of this man. Every time he thought he understood his opponent's abilities, the man would surprise him again with something extraordinary.

He could not lock on to the man with his parapsychic sense at all. This came as a shock to Zong Wen. Shooters were strong because of their parapsychic sense. If their parapsychic sense failed, they would lose their greatest advantage.

Ye Chong moved, fast as lightning.

He dared not slow down even the slightest bit, for fear of being locked on by their parapsychic sense. Ye Chong knew that the next shot that hit him would definitely be fatal. No, there may be more than one shot. Sha Ya's demonstration of continuous shots had left a deep impression in Ye Chong.

Laser beams came down onto the courtyard like a heavy shower. Ye Chong once again surprised his opponents by twisting and turning at physically impossible angles. His body parts were so flexible that he could execute all the physically impossible moves almost easily.

It was an eerie sight, watching a man avoiding the laser beams that rained down him. The shooters who rarely missed now found themselves a target who continued to slip through their attacks.

Gradually, the shooters felt a chill blossoming in their hearts. This man was so mysterious and unpredictable! The afterimages in his wake made him look like a spirit that came from Hell.

Ye Chong was having a rough time. He was now rendered passive, and could not get close to his enemies. That put him at a heavy disadvantage.

Ye Chong was never used to staying on the defence for long. He searched for a plan to retaliate.

He pushed down with his right hand and rolled to his left, curling into himself as he did and reached for the dagger by his thigh. Daggers were always Ye Chong's favorite choice of weapons. The one he usually had on him was given to Ban Meng, but this one was made using the Research Consortium's equipment. He got his metal alloy material from disassembling a mech's part.

Ye Chong aimed at Zong Wen. He did not recognize the man, but felt that he was the leader of the group.

Zong Wen realized something was wrong the moment Ye Chong threw out his dagger. Zong Wen's parapsychic sense informed him of the dagger, which also alerted his comrades.

None of them sensed any parapsychic waves before the dagger was thrown. They found it hard to believe that there were still long range weapons in this world that did not rely on parapsychic aiming.

Ye Chong had attacked by aiming with his eye, throwing the dagger with his hand, and deciding the strength of the throw by experience. None of the three relied on parapsychic abilities, so he managed to surprise the shooters.

Zong Wen reacted quickly – he aimed his laser gun at the incoming dagger and fired.

The dagger was fast, but not as fast as parapsychic reaction.

The laser beam hit the dagger in midair, creating a brilliant spark.

The laser beam itself did not have significant momentum. It caused damage through the high energy intensity, melting or evaporating its target.

However, melting or evaporating a solid dagger in a short time was not easily achievable. Dozens of shots could only chip off a small part of the dagger. This was because the dagger was made of metal alloy from a mech part, which had highly defensive properties by design.

Zong Wen's comrades realized the issue. They quickly focused their laser beams at the dagger.

Ye Chong finally witnessed the incredible accuracy that Level 6 shooters were capable of. The laser beam shower in the courtyard disappeared as they all converged onto a spot in the air. None of the beams were off target.

Ye Chong was in awe. Even in He Yue Galaxy, it would be very hard to find a mech pilot who could aim and shoot so well. In this world, shooters of this calibre seemed to be everywhere.

The dagger had bought precious time for Ye Chong. He felt all the pressure on him relieved. His plan had worked. Ye Chong's eyes gleamed with a coldness that could rival the severest winters.

Ye Chong stood up straight and did not move.

He inhaled deeply, expanding his chest like a balloon, and activated his throat muscles.

"Roar!"

Mortal Roar! This was the September Lan Family's special technique. A powerful sound wave exploded outwards from Ye Chong in all directions.

The sound wave disrupted the air around him. The shooters were all very sensitive to their surroundings. This advantage, however, was now turned against them.

Their parapsychic sense allowed them to notice the powerful sound wave, but they could do nothing as the sound wave interfered with their parapsychic sense. The sound wave was fast, and their laser guns were useless against it.

The five of them screamed in pain. Ye Chong had spent a long while preparing for this attack to ensure that it would disable his opponents in one blow. He had used the dagger to win him a short but very precious amount of time.

Thus, the sound wave was stronger than any that he had created before.

The dagger's handle was still a solid piece, but there were no more laser beams directed at it. What was left of the dagger drove itself into Zong Wen's collarbone, the sound of bone breaking barely audible through their screams.

Ye Chong panted heavily. The battle had nearly exhausted him. There were still four shooters left, but this did not make Ye Chong panic.

The four shooters in hiding might be affected by his Mortal Roar attack.

He looked around him warily. His left arm hung down loosely. Blood trickled down from the wound along his arm, reached the tip of his now tired fingers and dripped to the ground.

Suddenly, Ye Chong's body went rigid. His calmness was finally shattered.

Two distinct sets of parapsychic waves, much stronger than any he had encountered from the shooter group, were now locked onto him. These two parapsychic waves were so strong they felt almost like solid restrains on him, much stronger even than what the most powerful mentalist Ye Chong had met, Huang Baiyi, could achieve.

Being locked on, Ye Chong did not move a muscle. Doing anything rash now would not be wise.

These are very powerful shooters! Ye Chong's mind raced through possible scenarios. Why would these powerful shooters show up so late into the fight, when their comrades were heavily injured?

Clap! Clap! Clap! A clapping sound reverberated in the empty courtyard.

A group of people entered the courtyard, led by a middle aged man dressed in loose, black clothing. He was tall and lanky, with short hair that shot up rigidly. The man had a cold aura about him. He said with an almost imperceptible smile, "Wonderful, wonderful, absolutely wonderful."

This middle aged man was flanked by two men, both with laser guns in their hands. One was bald and looked belligerent. The other was a smaller man with keen eyes.

These two were the ones who had locked onto Ye Chong. Their parapsychic waves were strong. Ye Chong studied the people in the group of newcomers, and found a familiar face - Sha Ya.

Sha Ya gave Ye Chong an apologetic look. There was another man beside Sha Ya. He had a callous feeling about him, and a very sharp gaze.

"This is completely unexpected, absolutely unexpected. Sha Ya had said that there's a very skilful weaponsmith around here. I had just planned to drop by out of curiosity, but instead got to witness such a splendid battle. This trip is worth the effort."

The man in black clothes studied Ye Chong with admiration. Ye Chong found the man's gaze uncomfortable. It felt like there was some mixture of condescension in the way the man looked at him.

"Relax, relax, we're not here to start a fight. Oh, by the way, we've handled the four shooters were who hiding themselves."

Ye Chong felt relieved as the parapsychic waves around him vanished. However, he sensed another two almost unnoticeable parapsychic waves probing gently around him. Ye Chong kept this to himself.

"Who are you?" Having recovered a little, Zong Wen asked the leader of the group.

The man gave Zong Wen a look of contempt and said, "You have not earned the right to know my name. However," he took a glance at Ye Chong and continued, "- his presence here benefits you. Looks like this is your lucky day! Well, let me introduce myself. I am Sun Sieha." He ignored Zong Wen entirely and bowed to Ye Chong with a smile on his face.

"Sun Sieha!" Zong Wen gasped, then laughed bitterly, "To think that I could meet with the ace of the Royal Palace. I am indeed lucky. My comrades, the four you mentioned, perhaps you would consider granting them mercy?" Zong Wen was now worried about his four comrades.

"Oh, you mean those four? To be on the safe side, I had them all killed just now," Sun Sieha said with a smile, like it was only some unimportant matter.

Zong Wen vomited blood. This racked up a series of violent cough. Nonetheless, Zong Wen kept his hateful gaze fixed on Sun Sieha.

Sun Sieha was not interested in Zong Wen. His attention was all for Ye Chong.

"You are truly astonishing. No one has ever trained themselves physically to this degree – you are the first in history. I know that no one in this world can top you when it comes to combat. Besides …" he reached a hand out to Sha Ya, and she quickly passed the laser gun made of speckled blue fir wood to him. Sun Sieha caressed the weapon gently, and said softly, "Besides, you're also a fine weaponsmith. Please allow me to express my admiration of your skills."

He bowed again to Ye Chong.

Ye Chong raised his right finger slightly, like he was about to form a fist with it. His actions were immediately greeted with a warning look from the two men beside Sun Sieha.

Sun Sieha behaved like he did not notice Ye Chong's movements. He said, "Your skills are extraordinary, and I am a man who values talent. You are definitely a talent." He bent down and picked up what was left of the dagger, now a small piece of alloy, and smiled at Ye Chong, "You surprise me, and that is a wonderful feeling to have. This heavy rock can only be found in Darkniss. I'm curious, how did you manage to survive Darkniss alone?"

Ye Chong stayed silent.

Sun Sieha did not mind it. He continued with all smiles, "Of course, all of that doesn't matter. What matters is, I need your strength. Power, status, money, these are all within your reach if I just said the word," Sun Sieha said persuasively, "Together with us, you'll find that all your life before this moment was only a waste of time. People will now kneel to you in respect. They will worship you. You can live a life of unimaginable luxury. Those in power will try their best to gain your favor. Women will come to you in droves, if only you wished for it. If you want to continue with your research, that's also fine. The Royal Palace has all kinds of invaluable resources at your disposal. You can pursue any field that you're interested in, and you won't have to worry about the expenditure at all.

"What do you think? Join us!" Sun Sieha looked at Ye Chong with burning desire.

Ye Chong asked calmly, "Why should I join you?"

"Why?" Sun Sieha doubled down in laughter at Ye Chong's reply as though it was the funniest joke he had ever heard. Sha Ya and the rest in the group also gave Ye Chong an odd look. They were baffled to see Ye Chong still not appreciating the reality of his situation.

Ye Chong's calm expression betrayed nothing.

Sun Sieha laughed for almost five minutes before he finally stopped himself. He looked at Ye Chong now with a half-smile, and said almost conversationally, "Why? Hmm, I have to say, you're just cute. Well, there are many reasons. For one, our group is made up of only Level 8 shooters. There can hardly be another team as strong as ours out there. Moreover, I have the Royal Mandamus Order, which gives me the right to command anyone. You have no right to refuse me. Besides, don't forget all the benefits I listed down earlier. It's a good bargain.

"Of course, all those reasons do not matter," Sun Sieha said with a smiled, but his eyes had turned cold, "The most important reason is, do you have a choice in this matter?" Sun Sieha was pleased. He enjoyed this feeling of power, compelling others to obey him. He looked at the other man with interest. This was an exchange that he had plenty of experience in. All of them chose to compromise and give in, in the end, and this man would be no exception.

At the same time, two strong parapsychic waves were locked onto the man. The bald man and the smaller man beside Sun Sieha looked prepared to kill if necessary.

"You're wrong," Ye Chong shook his head and said. His cold eyes met Sun Sieha's eyes for the first time. His voice was calm and full of confidence. As he finished his sentence, his right index finger pressed down onto his wrist.