Sylas was surprised to see his psychic power being blocked.
His psychic power, a level 2 ability, was quite strong, yet it was being blocked by a flash of golden light.
The golden light flickered, seeming almost illusory, but when faced with Sylas's psychic power, it was as solid as a mountain.
"Level 2 ability user?" Sylas felt the powerful force within the golden light and guessed that the other person might be a level 2 ability user.
However, this was just a guess and not certain.
After blocking Sylas's psychic power, the man with glasses spoke in a deep voice, "Hey, buddy, we can talk this out. My name is Alaric, I'm Floyd's boss. What happened just now was a misunderstanding; his gun accidentally discharged."
"This was our fault. I'm here to apologize to you."
"We can offer you some compensation. Just name your terms, and we can discuss everything."
Sylas glanced at Alaric and calmly asked, "Is your ability at level 2?"
Alaric was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and nodded, "Yes, my ability is at level 2."
This was the reason Alaric felt confident facing Sylas.
He knew Sylas was strong, but he believed he was not weak either.
His ability had already reached level 2.
"How did you level up to 2?" Sylas asked again.
Sylas was curious about how Alaric had reached level 2 so quickly. It was a fast rate of improvement.
Sylas had killed many level 1 mutated zombies but hadn't advanced as quickly.
Could it be that Alaric had killed even more mutated zombies?
"That's a secret," Alaric shook his head.
Sylas gave a faint smile.
Actually, whether Alaric said anything or not, Sylas intended to kill them all.
Previously, Sylas had left some room for leniency in his actions.
But after the shooting incident, Sylas's mindset had changed.
He didn't seek trouble, but trouble found him.
This was forcing Sylas to go on a killing spree!
"If I asked you to hand over Floyd, you wouldn't be willing, would you?" Sylas asked mockingly.
"That's right. No matter what, he's my brother. Let's just consider today's incident over for my sake."
"My brother's gun went off accidentally; it wasn't intentional," Alaric said calmly.
A mocking smile appeared on Sylas's face.
Sylas had been flying at the time. An accidental discharge, hitting so accurately?
How could Sylas believe such nonsense?
"Very well, it seems you're quite confident," Sylas said with a cold smile.
After speaking, he leaned toward Sirena and whispered, "Be good, hide over there."
Sylas used his psychic power to envelop Sirena and moved her to an empty room in the opposite building.
Sirena would only be a burden and hinder Sylas in the fight.
So before starting the battle, Sylas needed to ensure Sirena's safety.
This time, Sylas was going to enjoy the fight.
Seeing Sylas's actions, Alaric became nervous.
Even an idiot could see that Sylas was about to start a fight.
Alaric quickly said, "Do you really want to fight?"
"If we fight, it will be bad for both of us, and you might not be able to beat me."
In reality, Alaric was starting to back down because he wasn't confident he could defeat Sylas.
Mainly because Sylas's previous display of destructive power had been too overwhelming.
Moreover, Sylas could fly.
A flying Sylas could escape if the fight didn't go his way.
Facing such an opponent put him at a significant disadvantage.
So, he wasn't keen on fighting Sylas.
But it was no longer up to him.
Sylas sneered coldly, "When you shot at me, you should have expected this outcome."
"Today, all of you are going to die."
"This is the consequence of attacking me."
"Boss, let's just fight him," Floyd said angrily.
He couldn't stand feeling humiliated.
"Shut up, damn it," Alaric cursed.
He was also infuriated by his foolish brother. Why attack someone without reason?
Now they had provoked such a powerful enemy.
"Who told that guy to be so arrogant, flying in the sky? I just couldn't stand it," Floyd muttered.
That was why he attacked Sylas.
Because he saw Sylas flying in the sky with a beautiful woman.
His jealousy got the better of him, and he shot at Sylas.
At the time, he hadn't thought much about it, just wanted to shoot Sylas.
With no laws to restrain him, Floyd acted on his whims.
If he wanted to shoot, he shot.
He hadn't just shot at Sylas; sometimes he also shot at survivors in the opposite building. His aim was precise, and he had killed several survivors.
He was a madman.
Before, when he shot, nothing happened to him.
Because others had no way to retaliate against him.
But today, he was in trouble.
"Prepare yourselves; I'm about to make my move," Sylas said with a smile. There was no trace of his earlier rage, and he seemed rather pleased.
In fact, Sylas's mood had indeed improved.
Encountering a level 2 ability user here was a good thing for Sylas.
He wanted to have some fun and also test out the attributes of other extraordinary individuals.
After all, he hadn't come across many ability users so far.
And the level 2 user in front of him was the only other level 2 ability user besides himself.
With such a good subject, Sylas naturally wanted to conduct a thorough test.
"Don't get too cocky. We don't know who will die today," Alaric said coldly.
His anger had been completely ignited by Sylas.
He wanted to kill Sylas.
But Sylas made the first move.
A fireball formed in Sylas's hand. With a flick, it shot toward the golden light.
The fireball exploded, but the blast's power was entirely blocked by the golden light.
"You think you're the only one who can attack?" Alaric sneered.
A beam of golden light shot from Alaric's hand, instantly striking the shield of psychic power in front of Sylas.
The psychic shield rippled with waves upon impact from the golden light.
They were evenly matched.
Sylas hadn't expected that the golden light could not only defend but also attack.
However, compared to its defensive strength, the offensive power was much weaker.
Sylas's psychic shield could withstand the golden light's attack.
This golden light was another form of energy attack, similar to Sylas's fireballs.
Except the fireballs relied on explosions and high temperatures to cause damage.
The attack method of the golden light, however, was something Sylas couldn't quite understand.
After all, when it came to abilities, Sylas was still a novice.
But Sylas understood one thing: no matter how flashy the opponent's attacks were, using abilities always consumed energy.
The more powerful the ability, the greater the consumption, due to the principle of energy conservation.
And Sylas was confident that his endurance was greater than his opponent's.
"Shoot! Attack together!" Floyd shouted.
He raised his gun and fired at Sylas.
The others followed suit, quickly drawing their weapons and attacking Sylas.
But Sylas wouldn't just stand there and take it.
He activated instant movement, disappearing from his original position.
When Sylas reappeared, he was behind Floyd.
Alaric's defenses were all facing the balcony, completely unprepared for Sylas to appear behind them.
Sylas's katana flashed twice, severing Floyd's arms and legs.
Floyd screamed in agony. Only then did Alaric realize that Sylas was behind them.
He immediately shifted the golden light to his back.
The golden light didn't form a complete circle; it couldn't fully enclose Alaric.
If Sylas had intended to kill him just now, he would already be dead.
The golden light had its weaknesses.
But Sylas wasn't ready to kill him just yet.
That's why Alaric was still alive.
"You deserve to die!" Alaric roared, seeing his brother's limbs severed.
Sylas's hand now held a fiery red whip, which he wielded furiously, attacking the golden light in front of Alaric.
Alaric's golden light could withstand the attacks from the flame whip, but the others weren't so fortunate.
The entire room was under attack from Sylas's fiery whip. Without the protection of the golden light, the others were instantly shredded into pieces by the flame whip.
Floyd, on the other hand, had his limbs severed but was not yet killed by Sylas.
Sylas wanted him to live a bit longer.
The fiery whip's attack was terrifying and fast, forcing Alaric to fully concentrate on using his golden light for defense.
He had no energy left to counterattack.
Sylas wasn't going all out; he was still testing both their abilities.
Sylas keenly noticed that Alaric's golden light had strong defensive capabilities against energy attacks.
Sylas's current attacks couldn't break through.
So, he decided to increase the attack power.
Sylas immediately made up his mind and increased his attack strength, now going all out.
Alaric felt the pressure and gritted his teeth, shrinking the golden light.
The smaller the protected area, the stronger the defense.
"Try this," Sylas suddenly said.
He pulled out his Desert Eagle and, using his psychic power, aimed it at Alaric and fired.
Alaric's expression changed.
The bullet hit the golden light, piercing it halfway.
"Interesting, so you fear physical attacks," Sylas said with a smile upon seeing this.
Sylas hadn't expected this.
The golden light could perfectly defend against his psychic power and fire attacks.
But it was much weaker against a handgun bullet.
It turned out the golden light had enhanced defense against energy attacks, but its defense weakened against physical attacks.
"Your weakness has been exposed," Sylas said coldly. "You're finished."