I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 116 - 115: The Burning Street

Chapter 116: Chapter 115: The Burning Street

Artillery shells and tank rounds flew toward Wei Tianyang’s direction, brightening the darkness like shooting stars.

The People’s Army had no idea who was coming or where the invaders were, so they could only fire blindly in the loudest direction.

The entire mountain seemed as if its peak had been sheared off, as a dense mass of soil followed the boulders hurtling down, destroying the buildings closest to the mountain’s base.

The plunging mud wave buried a quarter of Linjiang City twelve meters deep.

Wei Tianyang activated his senses and felt hundreds of metal pieces flying through the air within his reach, his eyes flashed, capturing all of them.

Those were the shells fired at him.

The fuses were already triggered, set to explode upon impact.

Explosions occurred occasionally above him and to his sides, but the People’s Army’s firepower was too weak, and their mortars couldn’t reach this far from the city area.

He captured dozens of tank and ground-to-ground artillery shells, surrounding him like 21st-century flying swords.

With a wave of his hand, he hurled these flying swords toward President Li Fei’s Mansion. Then, he re-entered objective reality and landed on the roof of a nine-story office building, watching the shells explode around the streets near the mansion.

His red eyes, endowed with night vision, allowed him to see the situation on the streets clearly. Soldiers were operating military trucks, and tanks roamed the streets. The recent explosions had misled them into believing that the invaders had entered the mansion, so they all converged in that direction.

Yet, Wei Tianyang looked in the opposite direction, searching for isolated squads on the outskirts.

This revolutionary army had degenerated into the next faction of radicals lacking the balance of conservatives. In the future, they could only plunge the nation into the deepest pits of Hell.

However, they did not see it that way.

Wei Tianyang glanced at his right forearm. Having used his superpowers extensively, his right hand had turned to bone, but he could still use the Bone Knife and heavy punches, as well as the gun—that was enough.

He infiltrated the streets, weaving through the alleys between buildings, overwhelmed by various smells. As he burst out of an alley, a military truck full of soldiers passed right in front of him.

Without thinking, he lifted his left foot and delivered a heavy stomp. The truck, as if struck by a locomotive, loudly flipped over, rolling four times on the ground before smashing into the front of a hot pot restaurant.

Soldiers were chaotically trapped under the truck. Wei Tianyang approached, clawing both the vehicle and the men into pieces, blood surging and wrapping around his right arm, as blood vessels and red flesh started to form on his bones. He then drew "Liberator," and saw that the skeletal magazine was also filled.

He then entered objective reality again, flew to the roof of a nearby high-rise, and surveyed the street, spotting his next victim.

It was a tank heading toward Li Fei’s Mansion, followed by two squads of infantry.

Wei Tianyang jumped straight off the rooftop, shifting between realities, and spread his insect wings to glide. As he reached above the tank, he decisively cut through and then forcefully stomped on the turret.

The tank stalled in place, the immense pressure from above pushing the turret part deep into its base. Inside the cockpit, the gunner died instantly, followed by the observer and driver who were crushed by the descending turret.

Seeing an extra person suddenly appear on the tank, the infantrymen, too surprised to react, instinctively raised their rifles at Wei Tianyang; however, an eerie scene ensued—their rifles, as if sprouting wings, uncontrollably flew into the sky.

Some soldiers, not reacting in time, were dragged into the air still holding their guns. Wei Tianyang opened fire. The mournful Ghost Bullets emitted a faint white halo in the night, his line of fire sweeping across like a ribbon of light, perforating the soldiers.

A few dropped their guns and fled for their lives into the dark alleys and reported Wei Tianyang’s position via walkie-talkies.

Intense artillery fire erupted from a distance, quickly shattering the external wall of the building to his right, and the glass curtain wall shattered, scattering silver shards across the sky.

He smelled the scent of more people approaching him, but he did not panic, standing quietly on the wreckage of a tank.

Support troops soon arrived, moving forward using cover, pouring all their explosives toward Wei Tianyang.

Explosions were continuous and even ignited the surrounding buildings. The street caught fire, the tank wreckage was surrounded by roaring flames, and debris and smoke shot up with the black smoke, obscuring the moon.

Yet Wei Tianyang’s figure flickered in and out of visibility on the tank wreckage. He continuously shifted between two realities, perfectly dodging all the explosions.

In the air, the network of scents had meshed into a uniformly spread color patch. Countless soldiers surrounded him within a 200-meter radius, daring not even look in his direction, only blindly firing toward the brightest area of the blaze, throwing grenades.

Wei Tianyang glanced at his right hand, where bone was still attached to strands of flesh—it was still functional, still usable for one more time.

The tank beneath his feet slowly took to the air, like a flying carpet from a fairy tale, lifting him high above.

He looked down upon the infantrymen below on the street; with a wave of his hand, the thick earth that buried a quarter of the city surged like a wave made of mud through the concrete filter, colliding, rushing, merging—it became enormous rivers of mud that burst from the dark gaps between buildings, bringing with them tremendous vibrations and noise that made the street tremble beneath.

The soldiers turned around to see a wave of dark mud several meters high rushing toward them, and then they were buried in the earth.

The burning street was smothered by mud, the smoke abruptly ceased, and the moon shuffled between the clouds, obscured, almost as if it couldn’t bear to witness the tragedy below.

The tank wreckage crashed down, and Wei Tianyang slowly descended from the debris, feeling the life squirm beneath the thick earth, struggling, crying, pleading.

He took a deep breath, compressing the soil further, and thus, the cries diminished significantly.

Crimson vapors seeped from the earth that entombed the street, converging toward Wei Tianyang, restoring his right arm to its original state.

The living forces in the city had been substantially reduced. He did not count and couldn’t be sure how many were left under Li Fei, or how many he had eliminated himself.

But that didn’t matter.

He phased in and out, appearing instantaneously at the entrance of President Li Fei’s Mansion, while the soldiers busy constructing defensive works beside him didn’t even notice him.

He watched the soldiers bustling, one struggling with two boxes of ammunition. He even helped.

"Thank you..."

The soldier turned to thank him, only to be knocked down by a swipe.

Nevertheless, only two soldiers who happened to see this moment realized he was there.

Then, he disappeared from the spot.

The next second, Wei Tianyang appeared atop a nearby truck, quietly watching the soldiers shouting and searching for him with their rifles in hand.

A feeling suddenly surged within him, bringing a long-missed pleasure...

It was the suppressed delight of slaughter and a subtle sense of supremacy.

This time... the ones praying to the gods for protection were no longer him.