I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 265 - 263 Another Wei Tianyang

Chapter 265: Chapter 263 Another Wei Tianyang

Lusimin City.

Two tanks spewing billowing black smoke were stuck in the green belt.

The pink tank moved forward for a bit and then, with a flash of white light followed by a loud bang, disintegrated into a heap of light dust. Wei Tianyang, Zhao Ling, and Fujiwara Makoto all tumbled out in the process.

Zhao Ling picked up her coat and draped it over herself, her long hair sticking to her cheeks, covered in grease. Wei Tianyang wasn’t in much better shape.

During the fierce battle just now, their tank had been caught in a crossfire. Although they had managed a tragic victory, Fujiwara Makoto’s spiritual power could no longer be sustained, and the illusion-crafted tank disintegrated along with it.

She was on the verge of collapse, lying on the ground too weak to move. Wei Tianyang picked her up, and along with Zhao Ling, started moving towards the outskirts of the city.

Relying solely on their legs to walk was far too slow, especially with helicopters and fighter jets scouring overhead, the danger level had significantly increased.

At this point, their superpowers had been blocked by Chen Ran, rendering them no different from ordinary people, unarmed at that. If they encountered a squad of fully armed soldiers now, they would either be shot dead in a hail of bullets or have no choice but to surrender.

Their only option was to avoid the main roads, slipping into the back alleys between buildings.

Seeing the pale-faced Fujiwara Makoto, Wei Tianyang decided to stop and find a place to rest for a while. At least, they needed to let her recover her spiritual power. Without her, the three of them had no chance of breaking through the military encirclement.

Zhao Ling understood this too, and, having spent a lot of energy in the tank battle, she was both exhausted and thirsty. Thus, the three of them found a shabby supermarket in an alley to rest.

The small supermarket was barely 50 square meters with three empty shelves. Wei Tianyang shattered the glass to unlock the door and carried Fujiwara Makoto inside.

From the interior door came a squeaking sound. Zhao Ling went forward to check, only to be startled by a fat rat darting out of the darkness, eliciting a terrified scream from her.

This instinctive reaction made Wei Tianyang unable to hold back a chuckle. A blush crept over Zhao Ling’s face, and she snapped, "What are you laughing at!"

However, Wei Tianyang quickly made a shushing gesture.

He placed Fujiwara Makoto in the storage room and then hid behind the shelves with Zhao Ling, listening carefully to the sounds outside.

The footsteps grew closer, sounding like three to four people.

Just as he was about to peek, he saw four lightly armed infantrymen sweeping the alley with their rifles.

"I heard a noise just now, right here."

"Prepare the stun grenades."

Wei Tianyang held his breath, Damn, stun grenades...

The next second, a stun grenade flew in through the door, gliding across the smooth tiled floor.

Wei Tianyang quickly ran out from behind the shelves and kicked it towards the doorway. The stun grenade hit the door frame at high speed, and before it could bounce back, exploded in mid-air.

In that instant, Wei Tianyang felt as if he’d been punched by air, his head filled with a buzzing noise, his body unresponsive as he saw the ground rushing towards his face before crashing down onto it with a thud.

On the other side, Zhao Ling was a short distance away from the stun grenade, so the effect on her wasn’t as severe as on Wei Tianyang, but she still staggered and collapsed onto the shelves, almost slipping down.

Then he saw the four soldiers charge in, their steps unsteady from the stun grenade that had exploded at the doorway, shaking them thoroughly.

They, however, were better off than the two of them, as they were wearing full gear.

Zhao Ling got up to resist but was struck in the face with the butt of a rifle. Then held by an arm from behind, and two other soldiers used their rifle butts to hit her exposed abdominals a few times, the butt end jabbing into her upper stomach. Zhao Ling gritted her teeth for a few moments and finally vomited.

Wei Tianyang tried to get up but was pinned down by the head and felt a gun barrel pressed against his back. He heard the sound of the safety being released.

"This bitch is from Yin Country, the Emperor? Spicy! Ha ha ha~ Take off her bra~" The other three soldiers were beating Zhao Ling while mocking and cursing her with offensive language.

At this moment, there was movement in the warehouse. Wei Tianyang glanced sideways and was surprised to find a pair of red eyes flickering in the darkness.

Then, another self charged out!

This other self had bone knives extended from both hands. With a fierce swipe of his right hand, he split the soldier who was stepping on him into two halves.

Wei Tianyang got up from the ground and before he could steady himself, he watched as his other self cut down the remaining three soldiers into strips of flesh with a few slashes.

Zhao Ling fell to the ground, holding back her anger without cursing out loud, only looking at Wei Tianyang with the bone knives in surprise and whispering, "Can you use your superpower now?!"

However, Wei Tianyang said, "That is not me!"

Zhao Ling shifted her gaze to Wei Tianyang, then back to the person standing in front of her, instantly looking bewildered.

"What is this?!" she exclaimed.

Wei Tianyang was also unsure, but in the next second, this other self gradually turned into a pink translucent figure and then, like a tank, shattered into a pile of light dust before dissipating without a trace.

Fujiwara Makoto, leaning on the doorframe, was sitting at the entrance of the warehouse, panting heavily.

"You can still... create another me?" Wei Tianyang asked in astonishment.

She shook her head and said, "It’s just... the you I’ve seen, not the complete you..."

"Wait a minute... wait a minute... your ability..." Zhao Ling was also incredibly surprised.

Both of them understood what this meant.

If everything she had seen could be Illusion Created, then there could be thousands of Wei Tianyangs in the world.

No, not thousands, ten would suffice.

The world would kneel before these ten Wei Tianyangs.

"Don’t think too much... My ability is also limited. I don’t know how powerful Ishmael is, but even if I create a perfect copy of him, the strength of that creation would not be able to match his level," Fujiwara Makoto said helplessly.

If she could have created it, things would have been simple from the start.

"So that means, the me you created doesn’t have my strength? Just my appearance?" Wei Tianyang asked.

Fujiwara Makoto nodded and said, "The upper limit of my creations’ abilities is my own limit... The most powerful thing I can create is an intercontinental missile, but it would disappear into thin air the moment it flies beyond my control range..."

Zhao Ling wiped the vomit from her mouth, buttoning up her coat, and said, "That’s still very impressive. If you were in the Superpower Special Department, you would be rated as a Trinity-level."

"I don’t care about that... I’d rather not have this ability." Fujiwara Makoto smiled helplessly.

"Wait a minute... If your ability isn’t affected by the Heavenly Emperor, then... can you create a mobile phone? Let her contact Yin Country?" Wei Tianyang asked.

"I can’t, the mobile phones I create can work without a battery, but they still need an existing electronic communication card and a satellite signal to function. I’m sorry to disappoint you," Fujiwara Makoto said.

"Alright... Thanks for your help just now, Makoto. If it weren’t for you, we might have been in big trouble here. To think about it, I’m really not willing to go down like this! Damn it, I was actually tortured by those four bastards!" Zhao Ling thanked her while cursing.

"There’s no time to rest. No matter how tired we are, we can only keep moving. Hold on a little longer, we’ll find a place to rest after we get out of the city," Wei Tianyang said.

Fujiwara Makoto nodded and said, "Then I need to... fall into sleep. That’s the only way to maintain my creations for as long as possible, but... you need to protect me well, don’t let me die in my sleep."

"Rest assured. I can guarantee that," Wei Tianyang said.

Afterward, the three of them walked out of the alley. A brand new sports car appeared before them; Wei Tianyang put the sleeping Fujiwara Makoto into the back seat and then drove off with Zhao Ling towards the outskirts of the city.