Chapter 57
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Chapter 57: Do You Dare to Insult Me!?
The stealthy individual, capable of concealing his form, had already retreated to a hidden corner, evading the indiscriminate wide-ranging attacks of his captain.
At this moment, the man hovering in the middle of the sky furrowed his brows tightly, his gaze locked onto the motionless figure, desperately searching for any sign that the other was already a lifeless corpse.
"Is this all? I might as well buy a spray gun."
A hoarse, mocking laugh emanated from the figure. Unlike the previous instance, which had teetered between genuine laughter and ridicule, this time the mockery was unmistakable and cutting.
"Full attack!"
At the command of the floating man, all but the stealthy individual and the portly figure at the rear launched their assault on Lin Qingliu.
From the team leader’s waist, a row of fifteen-centimeter-long Custom Trident Nails swiftly moved into position before him, poised to shoot forward, ready to pierce through any enemies in their path.
From the earlier skirmish, he had already suspected that the opponent could evade impact-based damage, but this was merely a hypothesis. If given the opportunity, he intended to test this theory more thoroughly.
These nails were no longer meant as a mere warning to Lin Qingliu.
They had received intelligence that someone was wreaking havoc in the Department of Life Technology building at the research institute, causing a mass fainting incident that affected over a hundred people.
As a seasoned A-Class superpowered individual, the Captain of the Sixth Squad knew that a person could only possess one ability.
Inducing sleep and evading physical impacts clearly fell into different categories of abilities. Even if he couldn’t harm the figure before him, he had to remain vigilant and attentive to the battlefield—this was the duty of a competent captain.
Following his command, another member of the team, clad in a cream-colored combat suit and bearing a scar as vivid as fresh blood across his face, summoned a dozen crackling fireballs with each breath he took.
Lin Qingliu’s mastery of Dimensional Shift rendered physical attacks like those ineffective, but fireballs were a different matter—they could indeed cause harm.
Yet Lin Qingliu remained unfazed.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
A series of explosions reverberated through the underground laboratory, filling the confined space with a haze of smoke tinged with the acrid smell of gunpowder.
Under the cover of the smoke, a third individual began to act silently.
He pressed his hands against the ground, and the area ahead seemed to soften rapidly, transforming into a trap akin to quicksand or mud.
Meanwhile, the stealthy individual, hidden in the corner, drew his poisoned Trident and slipped into the smoke, moving stealthily along the unaffected ceiling.
They were a team that had undergone extensive cooperative training; a mere glance was enough for two members to execute a flawless combination of moves.
At that moment, apart from the vigilant captain and the fifth member, the remaining three were brimming with confidence in their coordinated attack.
But to everyone’s astonishment, the stealthy individual vanished into the smoke for ten seconds without a single sound or sign of action.
This was utterly unlike him!
The man with the crimson scar swallowed hard and glanced up at his captain.
The captain’s expression was equally grave, and the urgency in his teammates’ eyes only strengthened his resolve.
Just as he raised his hand to disperse the smoke,
“Snap!”
A sharp, crisp finger snap echoed from within the smoke, leaving everyone momentarily stunned before their expressions darkened.
The reason was clear; they knew that teammate well. A person with social anxiety would never dare to snap his fingers in front of everyone in such a bold and ostentatious manner.
With the situation now clear, the captain waved his hand, and the smoke dissipated instantly.
Beside the pillar, the tall, thin man known as Crusher, with several explosions and burns on his body, was visibly healing at an astonishing rate.
His right hand resembled a long fishing rod, gripping the throat of the stealthy individual, forcing him to let out gasping sounds.
Amidst the painful panting were convulsions and coughs, each cough causing uncontrolled bursts of color to ripple across the stealthy individual’s body, like the ominous signs of a power spiraling out of control.
The ground beneath the man surged like a rushing river, yet he appeared to stand firmly on the water’s surface.
The Trident, which had taken countless human and extraordinary beast lives, was now swallowed by the sand-like ground, silently revealing the horror of the surface.
The man turned to the poised individuals nearby and slightly loosened his grip, causing the stealthy individual to suddenly lose support and fall toward the ground.
As his teammate was about to drop into the quicksand trap he had set up, the man lying on the ground quickly retracted his ability, causing the stealthy individual, face flushed from the effort, to crash heavily onto the surface.
Though it would hurt, it was still better than being consumed by quicksand.
Seeing the stealthy individual’s condition, the others breathed a sigh of relief.
Although they still didn’t understand the man’s ability next to the pillar, based on how he silently subdued the stealthy individual without killing him, he seemed not to have any obvious hostility… right?
While everyone felt slightly reassured, the peculiar white-haired man picked up the stealthy individual again. This time, he did not focus on gripping the other’s neck but merely clutched the collar of the combat suit, then flung him toward the group as if he were disposing of trash.
This time, the young chubby man, who had been standing behind his teammates, sprang into action.
His eyes suddenly brightened, and at the point where Lin Qingliu predicted the stealthy individual would land, a hexagonal, translucent membrane appeared.
The stealthy individual collided with the soft membrane, bouncing up and down a couple of times before being gently placed on the ground.
At that moment, the peculiar white-haired man reached behind his back with his other hand, pulling out a crimson cylinder—
A fire extinguisher!
He swiftly moved, brandishing the extinguisher to attack a nearby superpowered individual.
The target of his assault was the red-haired superpowered individual who had just tried to roast him with fireballs.
This dangerous yet somewhat comical scene left everyone momentarily stunned, including the target, who hadn’t yet reacted.
With a loud "bang," the fire extinguisher collided with the hexagonal superpower membrane, and the red-haired man quickly reacted, stepping back and beginning to conjure fireballs around him.
Just then, an unexpected event occurred; seeing his initial strike fail, the white-haired man adjusted the fire extinguisher, pulled the safety pin, and with perfect form, aimed the nozzle at the few fireballs still forming in the air!
“Whoosh!”
High-pressure gas, along with dry powder, violently erupted, completely extinguishing the fireballs that were still in the process of forming.
The red-haired man stood, dumbfounded as he watched, and after a few seconds, he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of white dry powder.
As if he had never experienced such humiliation, even the white powder couldn’t hide the flush of anger on his face:
“How dare you insult me!”
