Starting Cultivation in Wasteland-Chapter 591 - 461: Brilliant Fireworks

Kushnier's spiritual power is above the average level of a Supreme.

This is not something he claims himself, but an established fact; the Garbage Star he hails from is inherently tumultuous, rife with conflict.

A towering tree cannot be cultivated in a greenhouse; warriors born of chaotic places have their spiritual power tempered through trials.

In comparison, the deceased Steve was merely cautious, his spiritual power slightly inferior.

Kushnier's intuition toward certain potential dangers is very sharp, almost to a point of paranoia.

He sensed a threat, unleashed his spiritual perception, only to find a few City Guard soldiers watching him from a distance.

During these days, this Supreme with a distinct wasteland aura has indeed drawn the attention of quite a few City Guard soldiers.

Kushnier normally would not make things difficult for these small fry, but expecting him to be polite is asking too much.

A Supreme is destined not to be too courteous to ordinary people—if you lower yourself, many will seize the chance to curry favor.

However, Kushnier's own attire is rather odd, lacking the dignity of a true Supreme.

But this is not only related to his preferences but also to his origins.

Despite his status as a Supreme, coming from the Garbage Star, other Supremes treat him with an unspoken sense of distance.

Yet, while Kushnier is careful to keep a low profile and avoid suspicion, he has his own temper.

You look down on me? I'll remain just as I am; so what if I come from the Garbage Star? I am still a Supreme!

With this style of behavior, others inevitably talk behind his back and even mention his name inadvertently.

Thus, he does not get along well with some City Guard soldiers, though he does not mind this.

However, those City Guard soldiers he has beaten do mind, and some gaze at him with veiled hatred.

Noticing the situation, Kushnier couldn't be bothered to care and zoomed off on his motorcycle.

If someone mentions his name, he doesn't mind punishing them again; if not, then it's fine.

Recently, he's become overly suspicious! He smirked self-deprecatingly; scaring himself like this is pointless.

As he travels further, passing through a checkpoint, he faintly feels something is amiss again.

This time, he doesn't relax, quickly deploying and withdrawing his spiritual power—no one was there?

No one indeed is a bit odd, though certain special circumstances can't be ruled out.

Kushnier decided to ignore it; in the end, he didn't sense any strong warning that posed a significant threat to him!

Letting minor emotions of small ants affect his actions would indeed be unworthy!

Yet the next moment, a strong warning surged in his heart, "Damn, how could..."

Before he could finish his thought, a thunderous explosion burst forth.

Kushnier, as a Supreme, was caught right in the center of the explosion along with his motorcycle.

The massive shockwave and heat wave rolled in, followed by scorching heat and suffocating lack of oxygen.

Kushnier was flung over three hundred meters into the air, his high-powered motorcycle already shattered to pieces.

While the motorcycle might be a chunk of iron with a meat package, his ride was customized to be not only powerful but extraordinarily sturdy.

Simply put: the materials used to craft the motorcycle far surpass ordinary Mecha materials.

Kushnier had strong confidence in the robustness of his body, hoping his vehicle wouldn't be too fragile; otherwise, it would surely dampen his spirits.

The sturdiness of such a motorcycle is self-evident, yet it completely fell apart in this explosion.

"Military's top-notch detonation substance," Kushnier analyzed almost instantly.

The violent explosion did not impair his mind, which further proves that every Supreme is not easy to provoke.

His body was a bit uncontrollable, but it didn't matter, a slight adjustment was enough.

A Supreme can even fight in space; whether the body is horizontal or feet above the head, it truly doesn't matter.

He was just puzzled: How could I not perceive such ambush and murderous intent?

The degree of this attack was insufficient to injure him; even with the abruptness of the event, only his head and organs experienced slight shock.

But the warning signal of such an attack should have been much more than just a faint signal earlier.

Just then, his head jolted sharply, instantly causing him great horror, "A spiritual attack?"

This strike was extremely pure and powerful; if not for its slightly insufficient force, he might have suspected an attack by a fellow Supreme.

As a Supreme, Kushnier also delves into spiritual techniques; unfortunately, the related materials he can obtain are scarce.

Other Supremes do not have much either, but he always feels some people harbor discrimination against those from the Garbage Star.

So his peculiar ways somewhat serve as a statement for others to see.

No matter what, at this moment, Kushnier feels a splitting headache, seeing stars.

Then he concluded, "A-level Spiritual Attribute Warrior?"

He shook his head vigorously, circulating his breath, and hardened his resolve—an A-level alone probably isn't enough; let's see how many times you can attack!

This is the confidence of the Supreme. If an A-level warrior encounters a B-level spiritual attack, the first thought is certainly to escape.

With calculated planning, a spiritual attribute warrior killing enemies across levels has quite a high probability.

However, when it reaches the level of the Supreme, it's different. They can already simulate other attributes to cast techniques.

So he remains calm, and he doesn't believe the other's spiritual power is stronger than his own.

Thinking this way, meanwhile, he also gave up adjusting his posture and directed his thoughts towards the storage talisman.

Anyway, in his current state, even if he falls straight to the ground, he might not suffer much injury.

The main thing is that there are some little gadgets in the storage talisman that can buy him some time to adjust...

One hour earlier, Qu Jianlei secretly set up explosives. Although this section is a main road, it's rarely travelled.

The trigger method is electro-controlled, a bit old-fashioned, but stable and safe.

Qu Jianlei instructed, "Xiao Hu, you control the detonation... I'm worried my emotions will be perceived."

"No problem," Xiao Hu said in a soft voice, but with a resolute attitude; at a critical moment, it truly won't mess up.

"I don't have those emotions, I will choose the most suitable moment to detonate, but you better set several detonation points."

The explosive materials were buried in a full circle, and it doesn't make much difference where to trigger them, even if the motorcycle is fast.

But since Xiao Hu accepted this task, it will strive for perfection – that's the difference between a machine and a human.

Qu Jianlei understood its meaning and immediately made adjustments.

"I hope he comes back tonight." Xiao Hu was eager, "The rest of the payment... I can already see you waving to me!"

Can't you say something other than money? Qu Jianlei shook his head, "The improved explosive formula might not be that effective."

"We've done our best," Xiao Hu was very calm, "You can ambush, hide well, after all, it concerns..."

Qu Jianlei disappeared in a flash, he could no longer endure this guy, talking about money every day, isn't it annoying?

Kushnier had just taken something out of the storage talisman when his head suddenly jolted.

The second attack? A cold smile appeared on his lips... Just as expected, keep going!

He endured the headache and threw out that item, "Electromagnetic Shocking Flash Bomb!"

This bomb creates strong light and electromagnetic effects, along with smoke bomb functions, obscuring vision, hearing, and spiritual perception.

Of course, if detonated at close range, he will also be blinded, deafened, and lose perception.

But he doesn't care, as long as everyone is in the same environment, he's not afraid of fierce entanglement with the opponent.

Moreover, now he doesn't even need to entangle; as long as he gets three to five breaths of time, he can recover quite a bit,

The opponent's trump card is nothing more than that A-level spiritual attribute,

As long as the Supreme doesn't intervene, once he recovers, the victory is certain.

However, immediately after, he felt his body suddenly sink, and his heart was filled with alarm, "Is there another A-level wind attribute?"

At this moment, he had a mind to avoid.

If it was just an A-level wind attribute, he wouldn't mind at all — what's remarkable about a clown who can only do assassinations?

But besides this wind attribute, there's also an extremely rare A-level spiritual attribute, which is truly terrifying upon contemplation.

There are only two people attacking him, but both are mutated attribute A-levels.

Which force launched this ambush? Kushnier was very certain, being able to send such experts for assassination, their foundation must not be weak.

The attack from the A-level wind attribute was accelerating his fall towards the ground, Kushnier was very aware of this.

But after experiencing two spiritual attacks, he could tell the opponent was definitely not feeling well, but he himself couldn't react in time in the short term either.

The next moment, his body suddenly jolted and heavily slammed onto the ground.

If it weren't for the interference of strong light, one could see a large spiderweb pattern emerging on the flat, sturdy, hardened road surface.

At the center of the web was a large human shape, sunk nearly half a meter into the ground.

Yet, even so, Kushnier only felt a bit of pain in his body.

He struggled to move, discovering that he could still move, and a cold smile appeared on his lips as he took a deep breath.

The explosive's fire power was domineering, instantly extracting all the oxygen from the air.

But it didn't matter; his lung capacity was strong, his internal circulation was robust, and his oxygen needs were minimal.

"Just give me three to five breaths of time, hehe, little ants... Damn, is there poison?"

The large gulp of air he inhaled erupted within him in an instant, making him feel weak and powerless all over.

Strictly speaking, no poison can act this fast.

It's mainly because Kushnier deliberately stimulated his vital functions, trying to speed up his internal circulation to quickly restore some status.

As for possibly inhaling some poison qi, Kushnier hadn't considered this at all. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Not that it didn't cross his mind, but he simply didn't care — after such an intense explosion, how could there not be some harmful gases?