I Am Extraordinary Alone

Greenland, night.

Wang Ye twisted open the door of the broadcasting station, holding a flashlight scavenged from a residence, he fumbled down the dark corridor.

He first found the distribution room and tried to start the backup power. He fiddled with a few switches, but the entire building remained steeped in darkness, which left him feeling frustrated.

Wang Ye then found the entrance to the broadcasting room. He flicked the small lever on the control panel, pressed a few buttons, then hammered a fist down on the complex control panel, muttering a curse, "Damn it."

Without electricity, nothing could be done.

It seems he had underestimated the situation earlier, but it's not time to give up yet.

Wang Ye stood still for a moment, deciding to locate the city's power plant. It would be great if it were nearby, but there's a possibility the power plant is far, and electricity is transmitted via high-voltage lines.

He touched the wound on his abdomen; just searching for the power plant like this wouldn't work, he needed to go to the hospital first and get some antiseptic solution for bandaging.

Thinking of this, Wang Ye turned and left the broadcasting room. As he walked, he heard a slight noise.

He quickly crouched down against the wall, listening intently to the faint sound.

Footsteps.

Very close to the broadcasting station, judging by the sound, it seemed like a squad.

The wind and snow had accumulated a thick layer of snow on the road. As he moved forward, he left behind conspicuous tracks, and whoever was outside had certainly found them already.

Wang Ye held his breath, faintly hearing the sound of the hall door on the first floor being pushed open. He unsheathed the arc blade from his back and turned off the flashlight.

After they entered, the sounds disappeared.

In the cold, stern air, he smelled a sour and bitter odor.

Clearly, it was them—the Descendant Army.

Wang Ye groped forward a bit, then gently twisted open the door of the room on the left and slipped inside.

After entering, he quietly closed the door and leaned against it, listening intently.

Their footsteps were light, but the smell couldn't be masked—too pungent, too stinky, as if they were marinated in Black Medicine, making one nauseous.

There was no light under the door crack. These freaks had extraordinarily strong night vision and didn't need any illumination to see in the dark. Moreover, Wang Ye guessed they must also have a keen sense of smell, or they wouldn't have come directly towards him on the third floor immediately after entering.

Wang Ye touched the bandage on his abdomen. He knew that the smell of blood was as strong to them as the acrid, bitter odor. Both sides were equally aware of each other's presence.

The stench grew stronger. Wang Ye glanced at the window and then at the door. The moonlight outside made the door gap barely visible. He stared at the door gap, having already formulated a plan.

He didn't know how many were there, but probably not too many. They also likely didn't know who he was—a lone survivor? Resistance? Or a solitary member of the Demon Marine Corps?

They didn't know, so they were cautious as well.

And this was Wang Ye's chance!

The arc blade flickered with blue electricity!

With his right arm swinging wide, he slashed both door and person into pieces!

Crash!!

The arc blade sliced into flesh, feeling great—surely the head must be split in two.

Wang Ye dragged the unlucky one at the door inside, cradled it against his chest, smashed through the window, and jumped down from the third floor.

As his solid back muscles smashed through the glass, two black shadows dashed to the door, flames and lightning erupted simultaneously. He jumped out of the window on his back, the moon in his view, the cold wind wrapped around him as he fell.

In midair, he rotated, pressing the descendant beneath him.

Bang!!

Wang Ye crawled out from the snow, leaving a big human-shaped indentation in the snow. Wang Ye swung the arc blade again, slicing through the already shattered head, severing it completely.

He picked up the descendant's rifle, swiftly accelerated with his legs, and bolted over 700 meters in less than 6 seconds.

Scattered gunfire sounded behind him, bullets slicing through the frigid air, but they all landed in the snow. Wang Ye didn't relax. Soon, he heard the buzzing of insect wings.

He made a big leap, crossing a barbed-wire fence, landing on the roof of a burger joint, and looked back to see four descendants flying like insects, firing at him mid-air.

Wang Ye flipped down, examining the seized rifle with delight to find it had no pheromone lock.

The arrogant Divine Power Tianyang probably never considered that after their soldiers were killed, someone would use their own guns to fight back.

Maybe they didn't even care.

Wang Ye used the burger joint as cover, darting out and firing several bursts at the descendants in the sky. The bullets flew out, but the recoil was surprisingly soft and weak. Intrigued, he ducked back behind cover, removing the magazine to check. The bullet caliber wasn't large, just an ordinary military rifle enhanced with a grenade launcher.

No wonder these descendants generally used both guns and supernatural abilities simultaneously, even though they were part of His army, they weren't as extraordinarily powerful as he imagined.

The four descendants descended on the burger joint, two landing on the roof, two at the front entrance.

The burger joint was very quiet, yet the glass doors shook constantly. The Descendant Army exchanged glances, then summoned flames, instantly reducing the burger joint to ashes.

The two descendants on the roof jumped down, and one of them, a woman, whispered to her companion, "We're still up there!"

Wang Ye lay in the thick snow, covered by a pile of snow, listening as the four approached in front of him. Suddenly, he sprang up, decapitating one descendant with a slash, then shoulder-fired with the rifle, launching a gun grenade.

The grenade traveled 6 meters, striking the face of the female descendant. It didn't explode due to insufficient arming distance, but it was like a large explosive bullet, shattering half of her face.

The next second, another descendant's left hand morphed into a bone knife, slicing backhandedly towards Wang Ye's face!

He grabbed the headless descendant's corpse as a shield, bending and retreating as the corpse was slashed in half, leaving only the lower body.

Wang Ye hurled the body towards them, firing bursts that shattered the far descendant's chest and abdomen, leaving his chamber empty.

In an instant, he had taken down three descendants, but the abdominal wound tore from the intense movement, spraying blood.

The fourth descendant tossed aside the rifle, realizing it couldn't engage in close combat with Wang Ye. But noticing the blood trail on the ground and the crimson on Wang Ye's abdomen, it turned both its hands into bone knives, ready for a fight.

With only one left, Wang Ye thought to himself. He also discarded the rifle without ammunition. If it's a duel they want, a duel they'll get; he had never lost a duel!

Wang Ye tightened his grip on the arc blade with both hands, adjusting his charge angle, closing in on the descendant with measured breaths. The swing of his blade wasn't wide, for it took only a slight flick, aided by electricity, to kill.

In an instant, lightning blinked in his eyes.

Wang Ye didn't see the descendant's move. Half of the arc blade went flying, leaving only a small piece in his hand, as the descendant's bone knife cut through iron like mud, slicing his blade in one go.

But at the last moment, the current surged into the descendant's body. It grunted, thrusting its right hand toward Wang Ye's wounded abdomen!

In a split second, Wang Ye sidestepped, tossed the blade handle, and punched the descendant in the face!