Hui Tian Ch71

Chapter 71

The old king is dead; the new king has risen.

The construction site was surrounded, and the streets were completely blocked off. All schools, hospitals, stations, and other public places were emptied, and residents were arranged for emergency evacuation.

But more and more evolutionists gathered from all corners of the city. Despite being filled with fear, they couldn’t resist the strong call of the S-class pheromones. They were forced to come here like worker ants summoned by force.

The supervision office had set up a cordon around the abandoned building site, so lower-level evolutionists could only gather outside the open space, crowded together nervously. Soon, there were more than a thousand people gathered.

Screech—

With the sharp sound of tires scraping against the ground, several cars crossed the cordon and stopped one after another in the open space.

An inspector from the supervision office quickly stepped forward to open the door, and Shen Zhuo’s tall and dignified figure appeared in front of everyone.

Chen Miao hurried forward, “Supervisor!”

Chairman Bai came over like a rolling potato, wiped his sweat as he ran over, “Inspector Shen, there are three little buggers who want to take over our territory in Shenhai and say they want to subdue us all. How can this be allowed? Where’s my useless nephew? Sheng! Sheng—Bai Sheng, what are you doing?!”

Behind Shen Zhuo, with the car door wide open, Bai Sheng was lying sound asleep on the back seat, while Witch Italdo was desperately hitting him with a satellite phone, “Get up! They’re at your doorstep! Get up and kill those few S-classes for me to eat, quickly!”

Bai Sheng, still half-asleep, had no idea what was going on, “…As a girl, eat some healthy food. If you want to eat, eat something alive…”

With a bang, Shen Zhuo closed the car door, frowned, and looked toward the abandoned building, “What’s going on?”

Under the leaden sky, on the exposed concrete rooftop of the abandoned building, all the evolutionists that Bai Sheng had previously contained here were driven to the rooftop and immobilized, apparently being held in place by the S-class ability of the Vietnamese evolutionist.

The Vietnamese S-class stood at the edge of the rooftop. He was a man in his fifties, very burly. Similarly, on the rooftop, but more than ten meters away, there was a rugged but lean man with tattoos on both arms. He should be the Japanese evolutionist from the gang.

And on a concrete window sill in the middle of the building, a sullen-looking Burmese man was squatting there, smoking and laughing at the bustling crowd below.

This man should be the drug lord from Shan State and also the strongest among the three S-classes. Whether or not his appearance matches his heart, his laughter had a kind of chilling madness.

“These three S-classes seem to have formed a temporary alliance.” Chen Miao, with his back to the gathering of evolutionists outside the cordon, spoke with concern in his tone as he whispered to Shen Zhuo, “Although the number of new evolutionists hasn’t been counted yet, it seems that Shenhai is still the largest jurisdiction in the world. For S-classes, lower-level evolutionists are natural subordinates and resources, so they all want a piece of the pie in Shenhai.”

Shen Zhuo chuckled, “S-classes can also form alliances?”

“They should’ve been united against a common enemy, gritting their teeth and getting through it.” Chen Miao looked worried, “They should’ve wanted to grab the entire cake first, then slowly resolve internal distribution conflicts. Besides, for them, Bai-ge is simply…”

He glanced at the tightly closed car door, his meaning implicit.

To outsiders, Bai Sheng was simply a fool.

Lower-level evolutionists subjugated under an S-class pheromone wouldn’t easily submit to another even if they encountered a new, stronger S-class pheromone. That’s because the metabolism of pheromones takes a long time. Therefore, seizing territory as an S-class was a race against time; the quicker, the better. Once another S-class got ahead, it would be too late.

Most of Fu Chen’s supporters were in the central and northern regions. Although Fu Chen had tried several times during his lifetime, he couldn’t extend his hand to the vast territory south of Shenhai, meaning the “resources” left to Bai Sheng were actually very rich. What was even more enviable was that Bai Sheng had once been the only S-class in all of Asia, which meant there was no competition for him. He could release pheromones at will and establish his own autocratic kingdom.

But he didn’t.

He lived in Shenhai, where the global population of lower-level evolutionists was the richest, but he never forced any evolutionists to submit to him. He guarded a huge cake without taking a single bite, and he even deliberately suppressed his pheromones.

What kind of concept was this?

There were only two possibilities: first, he was a fool who won a billion in the lottery but didn’t claim the prize, and second, his pheromones were too weak to influence many people, so he didn’t want to reveal them.

In other words, he was likely a weak S-class!

What right did a weak S-class have to monopolize Shenhai?

Moreover, even if Bai Sheng wasn’t that weak, with three S-classes joining forces, they constituted a terrifying force. Killing him would be like killing a dog!

Seeing that everyone had almost arrived, the Burmese man on the building finally stood up, exhaled a puff of smoke, and began to say something in a loud voice:

“@$%&*…”

Chairman Bai, as expected of someone managing a large corporation, has talented employees at his command. He immediately brought forward a Burmese translator from behind: “—— He says that the three of them came to Shanhai today with no other intention but to meet Mr. Bai of Shanhai. He wants to ask why Mr. Bai is hiding and not daring to meet them. Is he afraid? What’s there to be afraid of…”

Shen Zhuo coldly interrupted, “Tell him I’m the Chief Supervisor of Shenhai. Tell him to stop beating around the bush and state his purpose.”

The translator nodded, using a megaphone to relay the message upstairs in a straightforward manner, apparently translating without embellishment. The Burmese man’s gaze immediately turned towards Shen Zhuo, smiling maliciously as he replied in a few words.

“Uh, Supervisor Shen.” The translator’s face twisted, and he began to stammer, “He said that he sees you… you… just like a…”

Shen Zhuo, accustomed to this, said, “Skip any meaningless statements.”

The translator sighed with relief and quickly said, “He said that from today, he will take over Shenhai. He will establish a new order for lower-level evolutionists in Asia, with clear hierarchies and no more scattered freedom as in the past. He also said that the Baihe Group will be taken over by his men to do ‘big business’ together. Any lower-level evolutionists willing to follow him will… will have great wealth and women…”

Chairman Bai: “What the hell is this?!”

The Burmese man shouted with a smile, and from his tone, it was clear he intended to provoke them. The translator had to skip over a large portion of the offensive taunts directly: “… He says that today, they have three S-class abilities combined. If Mr. Bai leaves Shanhai, he can spare his life. Otherwise—otherwise…”

High above on the building, the Burmese S-class showed an unabashedly bloodthirsty smile, his voice suddenly rising.

His ability amplified his shout hundreds of times, echoing across the city and startling countless birds into flight!

“Otherwise, today he will behead Mr. Bai in front of everyone…”

The translator’s voice was very light, trembling with fear, “He comes from a chaotic place and has killed many people. This city, which has never seen blood, is destined to become his territory.”

Click.

The car door opened, and Bai Sheng stepped onto the ground, emerging from the car under countless gazes from all directions.

Before Shen Zhuo could turn around, a hand was placed on his shoulder. Bai Sheng, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand, lazily asked:

“Whose territory?”

The atmosphere around them immediately changed, and the lower-level evolutionists being held hostage on the rooftop became agitated, many of them blurting out, “Mr. Bai!” “Bai-ge!”

“#$%&!!” The Vietnamese S-class immediately shouted sternly.

Meanwhile, outside the building window, the Burmese drug lord sized up Bai Sheng from head to toe. His years of living on the edge had honed his ability to spot any weakness in an opponent. After a moment, he grinned and murmured:

“A rich kid who has never seen blood…”

Bai Sheng had just endured a ten-hour flight followed by a two-hour car ride. He looked quite relaxed, moving slowly and casually. The tuft of white hair on his head stuck up messily. With one arm draped over Shen Zhuo’s shoulder, he gestured amicably to the translator with his other hand:

“I have a question. Ask that Burmese man for me.”

The translator immediately responded, “You say.”

Bai Sheng said, “I didn’t quite catch it just now. Why does this guy want to establish a new order in Asia, and what does Shenhai’s order have to do with him?”

The translator nodded and shouted a few sentences at the building through the megaphone. The Burmese drug lord squinted at Bai Sheng for a moment before rasping a few words back. The translator quickly relayed in a low voice:

“He said the second wave of global evolution has arrived, and it’s inevitable for S-classes to divide the world’s wealth. If the Asian S-classes don’t rise, the foreign S-classes will come and release their pheromones, so he feels it’s his responsibility and duty to be the master of the lower-level evolutionists.”

“…” Bai Sheng raised an eyebrow, nodding with great interest.

“Previously, Asia only had you, Mr. Bai, as an S-class. Even if you were a… a cowardly weak S-class who didn’t dare release your pheromones, everyone had to endure it. Now, the second wave of evolution has brought strong S-classes like them, so only strong S-classes have the right to speak.”

The translator swallowed hard and quickly continued amidst the booming voice of the Burmese man, “So they’ve decided that you, Mr. Bai, have lost the qualification to divide the Asian territory. If you want to live, leave Shenhai now. Otherwise, they’ll…”

“Cut off my head and parade it through the streets?” Bai Sheng asked considerately.

The Burmese man finished his cigarette, casually tossed the butt downstairs, and stared coldly at Bai Sheng as he uttered his final words.

The moment the words fell, the translator’s face turned unusually grim:

“—Shenhai is too peaceful and too prosperous. It’s not prepared for the second wave of global evolution.”

“Only after seeing the blood of an S-class will this land recognize who is the king of the evolutionists.”

The air seemed to freeze, and every face in the distant crowd was filled with confusion, fear, and helplessness.

In that tense silence, only Bai Sheng laughed.

It was as if he had heard a particularly amusing joke. At first, his mouth merely twisted, then he couldn’t hold back and burst into laughter, burying his face in Shen Zhuo’s neck and shaking with laughter.

“Stop laughing and get to work. If you keep laughing, I’ll give you a beating.” Shen Zhuo whispered lightly without looking away.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry, baby.” Bai Sheng immediately raised his head and cleared his throat, trying to stifle his laughter. His eyes sparkled as he looked up at the three figures high above, and he loudly asked:

“I’ve lost the qualification to divide the territory, have I?”

The translator quickly repeated his words in Burmese. The other two S-classes on the rooftop stared down warily.

“No matter. I never intended to compete with you for qualifications because the territory cannot be divided in the first place.”

In the wind high above, the Burmese man glared at Bai Sheng, but the young man’s eyes sparkled with frivolity, mockery, and cruelty: “Only one S-class can have a say on this land, and that person is me.”

“And all three of you must die here.”

Even the translator was stunned after repeating the last word, looking at Bai Sheng in disbelief.

At the same time, the Burmese man’s face darkened.

No one expected Bai Sheng to say something so contradictory with such a straight face. The Burmese man’s first reaction was disbelief, then he realized there was no need to parley with this rich kid anymore.

A fierce look flashed in his eyes as he gave a loud whistle to the Vietnamese S-class above.

This was a prearranged tactic. The Vietnamese S-class understood and instantly released his immobilizing ability on Bai Sheng. Simultaneously, the Burmese man swooped down like lightning, the air around him condensing into countless fine needles, all shooting toward Bai Sheng—

S-class ability, Life Stasis.

A dual suppression and healing ability. It can freeze the survival state of any living being present, including blood circulation and limb movement, with the effect depending on the target’s level; it can also fix the near-death state of any living being for up to an hour. Cooldown time: 10 minutes/90 minutes.

S-class ability, Gene Replication.

Attack type ability. As long as any minor wound is inflicted on the opponent and sufficient DNA is obtained, the user can acquire the opponent’s strongest ability, limited to one use, with a damage output up to 10 times higher. Cooldown time: 24 hours.

It happened in the blink of an eye. The countless fine needles formed from the air were about to pierce Bai Sheng’s eyes, mere inches from his pupils.

If the scene were frozen, one would see the Burmese man’s right hand already reaching for Bai Sheng, mere centimeters away—

Just one drop of blood.

Even a single drop of blood would suffice as sufficient DNA, allowing the gene replication ability to achieve tenfold causality, instantly determining the outcome!

But just as the situation seemed settled.

The whistling wind froze, and all the fine needles dissolved, turning into a soft, submissive breeze before Bai Sheng.

What was going on?

In a flash, the Burmese man couldn’t afford to wonder, for he saw that Bai Sheng, who was supposedly immobilized by an S-class ability, had raised his hand effortlessly. There was no sign of strain from breaking free; his long, slender fingers moved with deathly precision.

The Burmese man saw his own pale face reflected in Bai Sheng’s smiling eyes.

Blood splattered, and flesh flew everywhere.

In an instant, the Burmese man’s right arm was torn off by Bai Sheng, blood gushing like a fountain!

Thud!

The Burmese man’s body turned into a bloody mess, crashing to the ground and rolling amidst his screams. The surrounding crowd staggered back in horror.

A bead of blood splashed onto Shen Zhuo’s cheek, who frowned and tilted his head, “Tsk.”

From the high rooftop, the Vietnamese man exclaimed, “Impossible!”

But no matter how many times he activated his S-class ability “Life Stasis,” it was useless. Bai Sheng seemed to vanish and reappear, stepping on the Burmese man’s struggling body and smashing seven of his ribs with a thunderous stomp, causing a horrific depression in his chest. Bai Sheng then grabbed the Burmese man’s neck, lifting the convulsing 80-kilogram man effortlessly, not minding the blood covering his hand, and smiled at the man’s despairing eyes:

“Do you really understand what a strong S-class is?”

“…”

“A strong S-class ability is exclusive, causing massive damage to both enemies and allies with inevitable friendly fire, such as the 3000-meter uncontrollable causality kill, the Tyrant’s sound wave sweep, the Upright Cross’s damage sharing, and the Wheel of Almighty’s group judgment. This is the natural constraint of evolution on excessively powerful abilities.”

“Therefore, any S-class ability capable of precise targeting is not considered a strong S-class.”

The Burmese drug lord’s legs convulsed, blood gushing as the throat clutched by Bai Sheng’s hand made a grating, bone-crushing sound.

“You call yourselves strong S-classes,” Bai Sheng glanced at the pale Vietnamese and Japanese men above, smiling, “but that’s just a classification on research materials, meant to entertain you. Don’t take it too seriously.”

“You…” The Vietnamese man involuntarily trembled, stepping back, “You… why, how is this possible…”

“—’Only by seeing the blood of an S-class can this land recognize who is the king of the evolutionists.'”

Bai Sheng repeated their earlier words, then said with interest, “Is that so?”

The Japanese S-class, understanding some Chinese, saw Bai Sheng’s raised hand and instantly realized something:

“No, don’t let him act!”

Crack! A crisp sound echoed as the Burmese man’s throat bone was visibly on the verge of shattering. In his dying moments, he unleashed his last strength, desperately clawing at Bai Sheng’s hand.

At the same time, the Japanese S-class lunged forward, launching a group attack on everyone present regardless of everything—

S-class ability, Midnight Ring.

Mental ability. en seconds after activation, the subject will experience extreme fear upon hearing any bell ringing, causing excessive activation of the amygdala neurons, resulting in permanent brain damage. Continued exposure to the bell ringing for 7 minutes can be fatal.

Cooldown time: 7 hours.

The Japanese S-class quickly pulled out a gold bell from his pocket, preparing to use all his strength to ring it. In the nick of time, Bai Sheng raised his other hand and finally snapped his fingers casually.

Snap.

Tyrant I activated.

A spectral wolf’s howl swept through the area, the sound waves causing an explosive massacre. The two S-classes on the rooftop were simultaneously blown away by the shockwave.

Just as the Burmese man was about to touch Bai Sheng with his last ounce of strength, his throat was shattered, and his entire head was twisted off by Bai Sheng, his neck torn apart!

The S-class ability Midnight Ring was rendered useless, and around a thousand evolutionists simultaneously reverted to ordinary humans.

Blood sprayed several meters high from the Burmese man’s severed neck. Bai Sheng casually tossed the headless corpse aside, then turned around with a smile in the midst of the bloodbath, looking at the two S-classes in the distance, who were pale with terror.

“De-demon, demon!!”

The Japanese S-class crawled backward in a panic, while the Vietnamese S-class was completely paralyzed on the ground. In their terrified gaze, Bai Sheng tilted his head with a teasing smile, and then his figure suddenly disappeared.

The next second, he appeared on the rooftop, but not alone.

His left arm was still wrapped around the beautiful chief supervisor of Shenhai City.

The scene was eerily beautiful. Despite being covered in blood like a hellish demon, his one-handed hold on the supervisor was as tender as holding a precious jewel—incredibly intimate. As he landed, he gently pushed the supervisor behind him, then turned back to gently wipe away the drop of blood from Shen Zhuo’s cheek with his thumb.

“…,” Shen Zhuo turned his head slightly and asked softly, “Did you bring me here just to show me you kill people?”

Bai Sheng laughed, his lips brushing against Shen Zhuo’s ear twice, and whispered, “Do you remember the question you deliberately didn’t answer me before?”

Shen Zhuo was momentarily stunned, his pupils reflecting Bai Sheng’s slightly blood-tinted eyes.

“If I become king, what will you be to me?”

—In the depths of St. Carter’s Fort, Shen Zhuo had stood in the tunnel leading to the meteorite’s sealed chamber, patting Bai Sheng’s shoulder in compromise:  I’ll throw a celebration for you in Shenhai City’s plaza. A group of inspectors will carry you into the venue, parading down the street like a king’s coronation…”

“Mm, better not.” At that time, Bai Sheng had a playful expression, “If I become king, then what would you be to me?”

…

The wind howled past the rooftop, and Shen Zhuo opened his mouth but couldn’t speak.

Bai Sheng reached out to tuck a strand of Shen Zhuo’s hair behind his ear with great gentleness, then turned to walk toward the Vietnamese S-class, who was collapsed on the ground.

As he walked, the Tyrant I’s accompanying wolf shadow gradually appeared beside him, with blood-red eyes, towering above like a monstrous beast descended into the human world. The Vietnamese S-class, horrified, watched this, his knees shaking violently. Under the immense pressure of fear, he suddenly crawled up and desperately tried to flee towards the edge of the rooftop, leaping off at the last moment.

Just as he was about to escape, Bai Sheng spread his fingers, and an invisible airflow turned into a noose, swiftly wrapping around the Vietnamese man’s arms and legs, suspending him in mid-air.

“A weak S-class like you trying to immobilize me?”

Bai Sheng casually stretched his neck, smiling as he said, “Now this is what I call immobilization. I’ll only demonstrate it once.”

He casually waved his hand.

The invisible noose instantly activated, tearing the Vietnamese man’s limbs from his body amidst deafening screams, dismembering him under the sky as a blood-red flower exploded above everyone’s heads.

“Ahhhh——”

Witnessing the gruesome deaths of his comrades drove the Japanese S-class mad. He frantically charged at Shen Zhuo from behind Bai Sheng, desperately trying to take a hostage. But the entire scene was now the Tyrant’s slaughter playground. Bai Sheng didn’t even turn his head, summoning the air noose with his right hand, wrapping it around the Japanese man’s waist and hurling him like a weight, slamming him heavily into the distance—

Bang!

The rooftop railing deformed, and the Japanese man spewed blood mixed with internal organ fragments.

Bang!

The concrete wall cracked as the noose hurled his blood-soaked body into the air once more.

Bang!!

The tremors made people stumble, and large sections of the rooftop collapsed. Reinforced concrete was smashed through by the Japanese S-Class!

Rubble flew, and smoke lingered. With a hoist, the horrendously mangled Japanese man was slowly lifted up. His entire body suffered from compound fractures, with limbs twisted into gruesome shapes, half of his skull caved in, and even an eyeball squeezed out of its socket.

Thud.

The invisible noose loosened, dropping the Japanese S-class to the ground like garbage.

“Hey,” Bai Sheng stepped on his broken, jagged chest, greeting him amicably, “still alive?”

The Japanese S-class’s vision was already blurred by blood. He could barely make out the outline, but Bai Sheng’s young, handsome, and condescending face remained eerily clear amid the blood and smoke.

This made no sense.

Under that always-smiling, amiable exterior was such a cruel and brutal soul. Why did he always suppress his pheromones and not expose himself?

“…You… on purpose…”

Blood flowed continuously from his eye socket as the Japanese S-class struggled to squeeze out a few fragmented words in Chinese.

“On purpose, what?” Bai Sheng asked easily. “On purpose, not coming out like you three idiots trying to dominate the group, or on purpose, displaying your brothers’ corpses in public to serve as a warning?”

Each word the Japanese man spoke caused him to gasp violently: “Someone will… stand up… someone will rule…”

Power is always there; someone will always try to grasp it; someone will always want to be the ruler above millions because that’s the internal ecology of the species.

Evolution brought back beastliness, leading to widespread social regression, a hierarchical system of upper and lower classes, and the forced submission of lower-ranking individuals. Barriers between nations were gradually broken down by S-class rulers; animal instincts overwhelmed reason, and might replaced civilization.

“Is that so,” Bai Sheng said softly.

He applied pressure inch by inch with his foot. The Japanese S-class could no longer make any sound, only the clear noise of bones shattering and internal organs being crushed could be heard.

“In that case, I will be the one to set the rules for the new world.” Bai Sheng looked down at the dying, defeated foe, his voice calm and cold: “I say there are no territories, so there are no territories. I say there is no hierarchy, so there is no hierarchy. I say the evolutionists are human, and humanity’s voice will echo in every corner of this earth…”

“Global evolution cannot be changed, but I am the tyrant who defies it.”

As his final word fell, the wolf king raised its head under the sky.

The terrifying mouth opened up into the abyss. Towering a hundred meters high and reaching up to the sky,  it let out an unprecedented roar that shook the earth!

S-class blood splattered, the defeated turned to dust, and tens of thousands of evolutionists in Shenhai simultaneously regressed to mere humans.

For the first time, the Tyrant’s pheromones were unleashed without restraint, sweeping across the entire city like a torrent. In an instant, they surged north to Mohe and south to Changsha, spreading with the air currents and enveloping all of Southeast Asia.

Across the vast lands of Asia, hundreds of thousands of diverse evolutionists paused in bewilderment and looked up in astonishment, sensing the pheromones representing intimidation and dominance descending from the void. It conveyed only one message—

The old king is dead; the new king has risen.

In countless hidden corners, newly formed factions disintegrated, conflicts on the verge of erupting were forcibly subdued, and sharp oppositions were completely suppressed before they could surface.

Atop the building site in Shenhai City, Shen Zhuo stumbled half a step amidst the tremors, steadied by Bai Sheng grasping his arm.

The intense shockwave swept in a circular pattern, forcing the crowd on the ground to bow. From a high vantage point, it appeared as layers upon layers. On the rooftop, only Shen Zhuo was compelled to stand beside Bai Sheng, with the bones of the defeated paving the steps for the new king’s ascension.

“…”

After a while, Shen Zhuo turned away to avoid Bai Sheng’s gaze, giving a brief, joyless laugh: “With this spectacle, it seems like it would be inappropriate if I didn’t kneel along with them.”

Bai Sheng couldn’t help but chuckle, “Why?”

He reached out to turn Shen Zhuo’s cold chin, their temples pressed intimately together, and then he placed a blood-stained kiss on those thin lips, smiling as he looked into Shen Zhuo’s eyes:

“They’ve pushed me to this position; shouldn’t you be my queen?”

Blood flowed like a river beneath their feet, but their breath mingled in a kiss, mixed with the cold taste of iron.

Any hesitant and rejecting words were swallowed before they could be uttered.

The wind brushed through Shen Zhuo’s cold hair, carrying the breath of their lingering kiss, and howled toward the distant horizon.

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