"Sekunā! It's actually this Ling."
Philemon was pleasantly surprised. This kind of rapid Ling, when applied to an S-Rank individual, was terrifying, as evidenced by the legendary dragon slayer, Anghe.
"But, a distance of ten kilometers will consume a lot of stamina," he frowned. Sekunā, this type of Ling, was not something that the user could maintain for a long time.
In theory, Sekunā could ascend indefinitely in rank, seemingly stronger than Time Zero, but there was a misconception. Sekunā could only accelerate the user's speed but couldn't accelerate their thinking. Compared to the fundamental alteration of the surrounding time field by Time Zero, Sekunā fell short. Time Zero truly slowed down the surrounding time by dozens of times, while the user remained unaffected, able to contemplate many things, like how to evade, how to strike, how to kill the opponent.
Sekunā, on the other hand, was different. Although speed increased, the user's reflexes and thinking speed remained the same. No matter how fast you were, you still had to control yourself. For example, at the 7th rank, Sekunā increased speed by 128 times. Could you still vary your attacks when striking?
Moreover, using Sekunā consumed a tremendous amount of stamina, often only used by the user at critical moments in battle, such as when striking or firing a gun.
So, the most famous user of Sekunā in history, Viscount Silverwing Charlotte, used a revolver. He only needed to aim and quickly fire, minimizing stamina consumption.
Now, for Lü Chen to rush using Sekunā over ten kilometers, undoubtedly meant a huge consumption of energy. Even if he arrived, his combat power would likely be greatly diminished.
"Is he okay?" Others also expressed concern, while Susie looked towards Chu Zihang.
"Brother Lü... seems to have pretty good endurance," Chu Zihang wasn't entirely sure, but since Lü Chen chose to do this, he likely had confidence.
They had already called for a helicopter. They would arrive at the scene within ten minutes. As long as Lü Chen could buy more time after arriving, the situation could change.
Although the mentor had said not to use Ling in front of everyone, he wouldn't just watch his classmates die like this.
...
The wind roared in Lü Chen's ears as neon lights between the cities stretched into streaks of light. At this moment, he seemed like a traveler shuttling through the gaps of time.
Pedestrians on the street could only feel a gust of wind. Ladies lowered their skirts and looked around in surprise, but they couldn't see any shadows.
Lü Chen hadn't experienced such a exhilarating sprint in a long time. Leaping and falling among the modern steel forest, it was the ultimate freedom.
The worries of Philemon and the execution team were completely unnecessary. He didn't even have Ling. This was just his most basic physical quality, and running ten kilometers was no different to him than a short sprint.
In the Red Mountain Park, amidst the maple forest, accompanied by the roar of wild beasts, another specialist was sent flying, crashing into a tree with their life uncertain.
But the execution team's specialists were clearly not to be trifled with. The wounds on Abaddon's body were increasing, and the specialist using Yin Thunder seized the opportunity to blast open the scales on his chest, revealing the sinister white bones beneath.
"Melissa! Melissa! Why are you running away?"
Amidst the melee, he still madly shouted, his gaze firmly locked on Lü Chen, who was gradually retreating with injuries.
Once again, he swung his arm, flinging the blade embedded in his arm along with the person attached to it, and he threw back his head and let out a long howl.
The clouds happened to part, and moonlight spilled onto his body. The bluish scales, resembling ancient artifacts, now covered his entire body, and two towering flesh masses writhed madly on his back. He seemed to be enduring immense pain.
With a splutter—
Accompanied by the sound of skin breaking, a huge bone wing unfurled. This scene was like an ancient demon emerging into the world. In the maple forest, the wind howled, leaves scattered, and even the shimmering moonlight seemed to carry a hint of blood.
"Deep dragonization..."
A bitter voice of a specialist was heard. With the target's body enveloped in dragon bones and being a user of the Bronze Throne, he was practically unbeatable.
"Elder, stand back!"
At this moment, someone struggled to approach, still coughing up blood, but with a firm gaze—it was Lance.
He had come to a realization. Rather than dying here, it was better to gamble with his Ling. As for whether Red Mountain Park would be destroyed by fire, that was no longer something to consider now.
Abaddon seemed to realize something too. Awakened from his intoxicated state by even greater power, his piercing golden eyes locked onto Lance, and he powered his legs towards him.
Ling. Blaze.
Bright yellow flames erupted. In that instant, it was as if tons of gasoline had ignited in the maple forest. Lance controlled the intensity and range, but the high temperature of the flames wouldn't diminish.
"I..."
From a distance, Lutisya saw this scene, feeling a surge of strength in her legs. She thought, Is this big junior brother of mine crazy?
In Red Mountain Park, releasing such a Ling, hasn't he heard the old Chinese saying?
Starting a fire to burn the mountain, sitting in prison for life, junior brother!
Using this Ling here, even if it burns Abaddon to death, the forest fire would be enough to cost them half a life.
"Damn it, notify the fire department."
Upon learning of this, Philimon immediately had the academy dispatch the local fire department.
As Lance retreated a few steps and sat on the ground panting, watching the figure tossing in the flames, he felt somewhat drained.
What made all the specialists despair was when they heard the sound of a giant fan blowing wind, the flames swept away, and that iron-clad demon-like figure rushed out, charred all over, terrifying in appearance, but evidently not fatally injured!
After rushing out of the flames, he rolled on the ground a few times, leaving only weak flames behind.
Lance wasn't sure if he had enough strength left for another attempt, but he could confirm that even if he tried again, he wouldn't be able to burn this monster to death.
The strength of Ling. Blaze lies in its wide release range, but in terms of explosion and extreme heat, it's still far inferior to Sunflame.
This is a Ling suited for warfare, not for dealing with powerful individual organisms.
Just as Lance thought his life was about to end there, the dark demon ignored him and instead charged towards Lutisya, who had run far away by now.
"Are you crazy?"
Lutisya regretted why she had provoked this guy with her sharp tongue earlier. His obsession was truly deep.
"Melissa, I love you! Melissa, I'm sorry!..."
At this point, Abaddon was clearly muddled by the dragon's blood, leaving only the twisted obsession in his heart. Now, in his eyes, there was only that golden-haired girl running in the maple forest.
He wanted to grab her, violate her, tear her apart!
He wanted to make up for that regretful night, to forever freeze the taste of power and authority. He was no longer the weak boy he once was; he was now a violent king!
Lutisya, already injured, couldn't run fast. Even if she wasn't injured, she definitely couldn't outrun Abaddon in his deep dragonized state.
In the end, she leaned against a maple tree. In the distance, the maple forest continued to burn, casting a red hue over half the sky. As Abaddon approached her, he seemed like a devil of doomsday.
The devil extended its arms as thick as iron pillars. Lutisya pulled out her gun and fired, only to see sparks. When she hesitated on whether to aim at the devil or at herself with the last bullet, she saw a strong wind in the distance.
The burning flames were separated by the fierce wind, and maple leaves scattered with the howling wind. The firelight reflected between the leaves, eventually projecting onto the flowing blade, revealing its artistic red.
Autumn hasn't fully arrived, yet the maple leaves are already red.
As the strong wind subsided and maple leaves drifted in the sky, the giant figure collapsed with a thunderous crash. Only the young man who sheathed his blade remained standing, his short hair disheveled from the sudden gust, and his crimson-gold pupils exuded a luminous glow like molten lava.
"Sister, are you okay?"
As Lutisya heard Lu Chen's voice, her mind, frozen in shock, had just touched the ground from the high sky.