Chapter 162 Sneeze

Chapter 62: A Sneeze

"Wait!"

The warm voice echoing from behind felt to Feitang like a cold gun barrel pressed against the back of her head.

A dense aura of death almost completely engulfed her.

After all, she was still a young girl. Even though she had tried her best to maintain a blank expression, the sudden voice instantly exposed her inner fragility.

Feitang’s legs went soft and she stumbled forward. Had it not been for the quick reaction of a nearby security guard who caught her, she likely would have fallen flat on the ground.

"Hahaha, watch your step."

The blonde man reminded her with a polite smile.

"None of your business!"

Masking her terror behind a show of indignant anger, Feitang spun around and replied with an icy tone.

"You guys..."

The blonde man pointed a finger at the red and white Poké Ball emblem stamped on the vehicles.

"...belong to the Alliance, right?"

"What do you mean?"

Feitang’s pale golden pupils trembled slightly as she stared intently at the man before her.

"Then I have a bit of a dilemma."

The blonde man, seemingly taking it for granted that the convoy belonged to the Alliance, touched the gold-trimmed bowler hat on his head with a troubled expression and sighed helplessly.

"Originally, if you had just left him behind, you would have been free to go."

The blonde man glanced sideways at the driver who had been spewing foul language moments ago.

"But since you are people from the Alliance, I really can't let you leave so easily."

"Otherwise, if the President finds out, he'll definitely chew me out again."

Watching this man talk nonsense to himself, the armed guards finally reached their breaking point.

"Kid, don't get too cocky!"

The guard who had been driving Feitang's off-road vehicle grinned viciously, wound up his fist, and lunged straight toward the blonde man.

As specially dispatched armed guards of the Alliance, although they lacked the status and strength of the professional trainers within the city of Qibao, they still belonged to a privileged class compared to ordinary citizens.

In the past, any ordinary person who saw them would show utmost respect and deference. When had they ever encountered someone as arrogant as the man in front of them?

Right in the center of the surrounded convoy, Feitang stood paralyzed with despair, utterly unable to move.

The blonde man's crushing oppressive aura seemed aimed solely at her, plunging Feitang into what felt like the dark depths of the ocean. Endless pressure pressed down on her from all directions, robbing her even of the strength to speak.

Meanwhile, the surrounding security guards wore spectator expressions, eagerly anticipating the one-sided battle about to unfold.

As armed personnel tasked with escorting Alliance supplies, they naturally had undergone rigorous training.

While they certainly stood no chance against Nightmare-type Pokémon, dealing with ordinary humans was effortless for them.

The onlookers already envisioned the blonde man being beaten black and blue, completely unable to fight back.

Just as the guards had anticipated, it was indeed a one-sided battle.

Except... the roles of the two parties were completely reversed.

Seeming to intentionally lure his opponent into striking first so as to justify his own counterattack, the blonde man stood completely motionless. A gentle smile still hung on his face, and his azure-blue pupils reflected the ferocious, contorted expression of his assailant.

"Damn you!"

The armed guard clenched his fist tightly, determined to smash it straight into the face of the man wearing that sickening smile.

The very next second,

"Screech!"

A flash of sharp, silver-white light suddenly cut through the air.

Like light reflecting off a sharp blade, it vanished from the onlookers' sight in a split second.

There was no sound of flesh being torn, nor the dull crunch of shattering bones.

Before that blinding silver radiance,

Everything... was simply effortless and smooth.

Fresh blood surged wildly.

In a single instant, the foul-mouthed armed guard was sliced cleanly in half from the waist.

As if he hadn't yet realized his own gruesome fate, his face was still locked in a ferocious grin, and his fist remained tightly clenched as he thrust it forward.

"Thud."

His severed body parts dropped to the ground, the shadow of death enveloping his pupils.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!"

With the suppression lifted, Feitang's pupils contracted violently as a piercing, hysterical scream erupted from the crowd.

Immediately afterward, a rapid, deafening rattle of gunfire broke out.

The high-speed spinning bullets frictioned violently against the air, giving their sharp tips a faint, molten-red glow.

Spiral-patterned wake trails swirled around the flying bullets, rippling through the air like water.

A torrential storm of iron swept forward with terrifying momentum, howling toward the blonde man.

Yet he did not show even a shred of fear.

Instead, he spread his arms wide and narrowed his eyes in an expression of pure enjoyment, as if listening to a grand orchestral concert.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

The sharp silver gleam flashed once more, weaving through the air like a spiderweb.

The seemingly erratic silver slashes struck every single incoming bullet with pinpoint precision.

Amidst bursts of dazzling red sparks, the spinning metal bullets were effortlessly cleaved clean in half.

Then, after fluttering weakly for another two rotations, they clattered uselessly onto the ground.

In the humid air, it felt as though another storm—woven from steel and flame—had begun to pour.

"Bisharp, kill them all!"

The icy command echoed through the air, casually sealing the fate of the dozen or so human lives before him.

Fate, much like time, possessed its own unique self-correcting nature.

Those destined to die might evade disaster for a moment due to the influence of some foreign anomaly originating from beyond destiny;

Yet, everything—absolutely everything—would eventually return to its proper track.

Death ordained by fate might arrive a fraction late, but it would never fail to appear.

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Through the colossal gateway embedded in the center of the dark gray, magnificent city walls, vehicles flowed in an endless stream and crowds bustled back and forth.

Lu Yun let out a strange sneeze and rubbed his nose.

Gazing at the bustling, vibrant scene before him, a fleeting sense of familiarity washed over him, as if he had returned to a city from his human days.

He shook his head and smiled with nostalgic fondness.

Accompanied by El, Lu Yun stepped through the city gates.

The odd combination of a young child and a shiny Pokémon did not draw any strange looks from the surrounding crowd.

On the contrary, Lu Yun could distinctly feel gazes filled with awe directed at them by the nearby humans.

In this post-disaster world, the status of Pokémon was far superior to what it had been during the peak of human civilization.

The sustenance and safety of the millions of humans living inside Qibao City relied heavily on the assistance of Pokémon.

Naturally, ordinary citizens held a deep, extraordinary reverence for sentient Pokémon.

Even certain powerful Pokémon held a social status in this distorted world far exceeding that of their own trainers.

Although the gazes of the surrounding humans were quite fervent, none of them dared to approach or strike up a conversation; they simply watched from afar as Lu Yun and his companion walked deeper into Qibao City.