Ninth class citizen

Chapter 270, Second Section
The exoskeleton armor provided powerful jumping ability, and three enemies rushed towards the new slaves, their eyes, visible through the alloy masks, flashing with a cold and cruel light.

"Back off!" the officer from Lata Star shouted. The next second, three dark blue energy blades simultaneously grew to more than three meters long, piercing the air with the hum of their mechanical joints as they hurtled towards them.

Nan Rong and the others quickly dodged, but the warrior on the far left suddenly changed direction during the charge, his light blade aimed straight for Nan Rong's throat.

Without a second thought, the officer immediately swung his sword to protect Nan Rong. However, the opponent's light blade had its energy switch set to maximum, and even with the martial arts reinforcement he had applied to his short sword, he was still unable to withstand it.

The alloy dagger snapped in two, the broken blade spinning and embedding itself in the protective netting ten meters away.

A loud chorus of boos erupted from the audience, and countless people gave the officer the middle finger, chanting:

"Kill him, kill him!"

The two warriors from the exoskeleton team slid and shifted their positions, their long swords trailing blue light trails continuing to slash without stopping. At the same time, they also unleashed iron fists covered with alloy bone spikes. Wave after wave of attacks swept over Nan Rong and the other two.

In just over ten breaths, all three of them had injuries of varying degrees.

That definitely won't do. Nan Rong dodged the incoming longsword by looking up, then nimbly circled around to his opponent's back, the blade precisely slicing across the seam of his left exoskeleton knee.

The blade tip, imbued with the sharpness of a first-tier transcendent technique of the metal element, easily pierced the seam, severing all the flexible alloy tubing running through it.

Pale purple arcs of electricity shot out along the crack, and the power unit of the exoskeleton armor's left lower limb completely stopped.

The exoskeleton armored soldier suddenly lost his balance, staggered a couple of steps but did not fall. He immediately slashed the energy blade in his hand to the side and down, but Nan Rong was no longer there. Instead, he crashed into the martial artist's arms.

The short blade pierced upwards, entering through the junction of the martial artist's mask and neck, and blood gushed out like an arrow.

"Aaaaaah!" The angry audience stood up, stomping their feet and screaming, "Useless! Useless!"

Nan Rong dodged the blood arrow and rushed to the officer, deflecting the energy blade that was about to strike him.

Strangely enough, the same type of alloy short knife, facing the same maximum power source energy blade, was no match for the officer, but it was completely intact in Nan Rong's hands, without even a crack on the blade.

The officer, having narrowly escaped death, scrambled to his feet in a disheveled state and, with the help of Nan Rong, attacked with the broken blade in his hand.

At that moment, another prisoner of war was punched hard in the chest by his opponent, his body flying high into the air and then flying backward. While still in the air, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The bright red blood droplets, illuminated by the stars high in the sky, shone with a dazzling light.

The cheers of the audience rose again, flooding Nan Rong's ears like a tidal wave.

"Pirang!" the officer cried out in anguish. He desperately tried to break free so he could go and look after his comrades, but the enemy clearly wasn't going to give him that chance, and their advance accelerated once more.

Behind him, the opponent who had previously knocked the prisoner away glared menacingly and slashed at his back with his sword.

"Annoying, so annoying, so incredibly annoying!" Nan Rong shouted in her mind.

It was as if she had pressed a powerful button; the next moment, everything in front of her came to a standstill once again.

The three people in front of her slowly faded away, leaving only three streams of energy.

The officer's energy flow was orange-yellow, with a constantly flashing bright red dot between his brows. That was a tidal node belonging to free particles absorbed by living organisms, something Nan Rong was quite familiar with.

The two exoskeleton team members had their energy flow divided into two parts: the inner part was also orange-yellow and looked slightly thicker than the officer's, while the outer part was wrapped in a layer of azure energy flow. The tidal node was located on the right side of the ribcage—that was the power core of the exoskeleton armor.

Nan Rong stretched out her finger and pressed it against one of the shimmering white tidal nodes.

There was no explosion, no fire. Only a tremor that defied the laws of physics, traveling along the alloy frame, drawing away all remaining energy and channeling it back into her body through her fingertips.

As if immersed in a warm cloud, the pain in the wound gradually faded away, and the wound began to heal rapidly.

And those cells and tissues also greedily intercepted the heat flow, absorbing it into their shriveled bodies, gradually becoming fuller.

The blue light dimmed and gradually disappeared. Nan Rong's finger rose before she could even think, aiming at the bright red dot on her forehead, ready to poke it down.

But just as her finger was about to touch the light spot, she stopped abruptly, resolutely turned away, and walked to another enemy, once again absorbing all the energy contained within the exoskeleton armor.

The feeling of absorbing energy flow is truly fascinating.

Nan Rong turned around and walked to the dead member of the exoskeleton team.

A deep blue energy flow took shape in her eyes, and white tidal nodes shimmered gently, as if extending an invitation to her.

There was no need to refuse. As the radiance faded, Nan Rong felt a surge of vitality within her.

Although he is not yet as strong as before he was poisoned, he has recovered about 60-70% of his strength.

But that wasn't enough. Those cells, blood flow, and tissues conveyed a clear craving to her, wanting more, and more, without limit.

Nan Rong straightened up, turned her head again to look at the two orange-yellow energy streams, and pursed her lips.

She turned around and walked to the Rata Star prisoner of war whose sternum was sunken.

Piron lay on his back, his eyes wide open, his mouth agape like a fish out of water, as if he were trying his best to inhale the last breath of oxygen.

His body gradually faded in Nan Rong's eyes, turning into a faint, pale yellow energy stream. It was dim and sluggish, and could disappear into the wind at any moment.

Suddenly, three lines of gold-embossed text appeared in Nan Rong's mind.

It was precisely the content that she couldn't understand, which belonged to the second paragraph of the first section of the introduction to "The Origin of the Universe".

They spun and danced, transforming into a long golden snake that coiled into a ball, then suddenly exploded, scattering into countless pale golden mists that quickly vanished without a trace.

A dark golden light flashed in Nan Rong's black pupils.

She took a deep breath and inserted her fingers into the bright red tidal node.

A wisp of orange-red energy overflowed from her fingertips and slowly flowed into the thin, thread-like energy stream.

The dull, thin threads slowly developed a slight sheen, visibly thickened, and became more vibrant in color.