Chapter 125 - 126: Superman

"I yield!" The fleeing Mutant finally took two steps back, raised his hands, and surrendered. He could tell his opponent was merely blocking his attacks without retaliating.

Yang Bo was secretly pleased but still asked, "When is your tribe going to the Treasure Exchange Gathering? Do you have any good items?"

The Mutant across from him, who had already been preparing to deactivate his Energy Armor, felt extremely depressed upon hearing this. "Our schedule is about the same as yours. It’s ten days from now. As for our tribe’s treasures, we have plenty."

"Take your companion and get lost. Remember to send some real experts next time." Yang Bo pointed his Energy Weapon at the guy who had been knocked out by his Charge.

At first, the Mutant didn’t quite believe it, but seeing that Yang Bo wasn’t joking, he immediately hoisted his unconscious brother onto his shoulder and ran.

As he sprinted away, he silently cursed his captain for screwing him over. "Sending just the two of us to patrol when there’s such a powerful guy here is a total trap. No, I have to trick the others into coming here too," he thought.

Yang Bo didn’t expect to fight ten or a hundred people at once—that was unrealistic. As long as he could hold his own against these Mutants, it was enough.

"It’s a pity that most of these Mutants only have Power attributes. Very few possess Superpowers," Yang Bo thought regretfully. Most of these Mutants relied on physical enhancements to boost their Power; those with Superpowers capable of controlling other elements were exceedingly rare.

"The patrol squad from the neighboring tribe should be arriving soon, right? I hope they can bring me some surprises this time," he murmured. With a flash of his silhouette, he left the area to go pick a fight in the adjacent territory.

The color of his Battle Armor shifted, matching the hue of the guy he had just fought. With one look, anyone would assume he was from the neighboring territory.

Upon arriving, Yang Bo quickly spotted the latest patrol squad. In the past, there had been at most two or three people, but this time, there were exactly five.

Yang Bo shrank his neck slightly. "How am I supposed to fight five of them? Three is already pushing my limits," he thought.

"Screw it. At worst, I’ll just run away or use my Superpowers," he reasoned. So far, he hadn’t revealed his light, electricity, or fire abilities while fighting these Mutant patrollers.

"This is a robbery!" Yang Bo leaped out of nowhere.

Seeing him act as arrogantly as the rumors suggested, the five Mutants brandished their faintly glowing Energy Weapons. With a wave of their hands, they charged at Yang Bo in unison.

Charge!

Yang Bo executed a Charge right back at them. The force brought by the Skill was overwhelming, directly sending one of the Mutants flying. The man landed in a daze, the glow of his Energy Armor completely extinguished.

The remaining four Mutants wildly swung their Energy Weapons. Yang Bo continuously dodged and blocked, truly possessing eyes in the back of his head. He relied on the sound of their breathing to lock onto their positions. A simulated mini-map formed in his mind, allowing him to clearly track their movements. Whenever someone tried to sneak up behind him, he swiftly shifted his position.

CRACKLE!

Intense, rapid-fire crackling sounds echoed through the Underworld, accompanied by the brilliant flashes of Energy collisions.

Yang Bo pushed all his abilities to their absolute limits—Sound Waves, Dynamic Field of View, and more. The Energy Weapon in his hand traced bizarre angles, successfully parrying the coordinated siege of the four Mutants and their four Energy Weapons.

Three minutes later, Yang Bo stomped his foot and unleashed another Charge. This time, however, his opponents were prepared and dodged with a quick flash. By the time they recovered, Yang Bo had vanished into the underground tunnel.

"Don’t let him get away!"

"Hurry up and chase him! That idiot ran off!"

The four Mutants were dumbfounded. Who was acting so arrogantly just a moment ago? Now he was fleeing? This was an absolute disgrace to Mutants. "After him!"

Yang Bo sprinted away like a wisp of smoke, heading straight back to the Iron Bull’s territory. He had dug out a cave here to store all his nuclear batteries, which theoretically could last for twenty to thirty years, if not longer.

Having lived here for over ten days, Yang Bo had grown quite familiar with the rhinoceros-like Exotic Beasts. The creatures no longer found his presence strange. The Iron Bull and his brother took turns sleeping soundly, and it was evident that the coloration on their bodies was gradually changing.

Originally, Yang Bo had planned to raid another Alliance outpost, but seeing this, he decided to wait a little longer.

"Thrilling," Yang Bo murmured. Being besieged by four people had pushed him to his limits, and his adrenaline had undoubtedly spiked. Dodging and blocking under such pressure was exhilarating. Although his Battle Armor had been grazed twice by their Energy Weapons, its high quality and self-repair capabilities made it a non-issue.

Yang Bo figured that if he had unleashed his Superpowers—like lightning, fire, or anything else—wiping out that squad of Mutants would have been a breeze. While escaping, he had utilized his Gravity Skill, which was the only reason he had run so fast.

He now treated the Iron Bull Race’s territory as his personal sanctuary. There were no outsiders or other Exotic Beasts around.

The Iron Bull Race inherently boasted formidable combat prowess, and the Iron Bull’s brother could even fly. It was practically an airborne rhinoceros! That single horn, adorned with golden patterns, could ignore almost any defense. If anyone got skewered by it, they were dead meat.

After recharging his Energy, Yang Bo felt incredibly confident. This was his greatest advantage—he could rapidly recover simply by recharging.

With a thought, he slowly levitated. In the next second, Yang Bo shot forward like a cannonball, instantly appearing over two kilometers away.

BOOM!

"That was roughly nine hundred meters per second!" Yang Bo thought, having silently counted the seconds from afar before finally hearing the explosive boom. This allowed him to calculate his speed.

This was the Skill he had comprehended from the Gravity Domain—the ability of Flying and rapid movement.

"This Gravity Control is practically a Divine Artifact. It’s a shame my body’s endurance is still too weak," he murmured. "Later on, once my physical strength reaches a certain standard, my speed will probably be so fast that even the automated targeting systems of Mechanical Laser Cannons won’t be able to lock onto me."

For now, Yang Bo didn’t dare to maintain ultra-high-speed Flying for too long; covering one or two kilometers was his limit. Firstly, the Energy Consumption was massive. Secondly, his body couldn’t withstand the strain. Furthermore, Yang Bo believed that in an era of advanced technology, relying purely on physical Power didn’t make one a hero—he still needed to rely on Mechas and the like.

Of course, both top-tier equipment and individual strength were essential.

Lately, Yang Bo hadn’t focused on farming Skills. Instead, he was familiarizing himself with his current abilities. He also needed to check on the Miniature Hydrogen Bomb he had dropped last time to see if those radioactive materials had actually been effective. If others could inadvertently help him farm Skills, that would be even better.

"If this works, could I just find some Exotic Beast lairs, drop some radioactive stuff inside, and earn Skills whenever those beasts are killed by someone else?" he thought. However, he quickly dismissed the idea as unrealistic. If farming Skills were that easy, he could just use his Invisibility and scatter radioactive materials everywhere.

Yang Bo didn’t dare take his Flying too high, afraid of being detected by the Warships in space. It was baffling how, with just a layer of clouds blocking the way, human technology couldn’t detect what lay beneath.

"It’s about time I retrieve my Bone Hammer," Yang Bo thought. It had been many days, and he was finally ready to get his Weapon back.