Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 216 Pollution
"Please wait a moment, I'll have them..."

"No need."

Just as the old man Ito raised his hand, preparing to have the surrounding soldiers disperse the crowd, he was immediately interrupted by a cold voice.

Turning around in surprise, he saw the arrogant young man called Wang Fan looking at him with a gloomy expression.

Then, a slight smirk appeared on his lips.

"You guys are too slow, I'll do it myself."

Without waiting for a response, he threw the wisp of wind he had condensed in his hand forward.

The crowd, which was already tense upon seeing this, immediately surged to both sides.

In the blink of an eye, the high-pressure, hurricane-force projectile, visible to the naked eye, struck the family car at the very front.

"boom--!!"

The tiny gust of wind, no bigger than a fist, immediately exploded, producing a muffled, loud bang.

The extremely compressed gale burst forth instantly, sending those who were slower or running behind flying forward.

The vehicle that was directly hit was pushed aside by the wind pressure amidst a metallic groan, and moved several meters to the side.

A fierce gust of wind swept through, and even though the old man Ito and his companions were dozens of meters away, they felt a violent gust of wind rushing towards them.

They instinctively raised their hands to shield their faces, their clothes flapping wildly in the sudden, violent wind.

After a few breaths, the fierce wind subsided, and he tentatively lowered his hand, staring blankly at the road in front of him, which had been covered in a cloud of dust.

"This...this!..."

When Ito invited this young man named Wang Fan from Xin Country with great rewards, he knew that the cultivators and extraordinary individuals there were very powerful.

They are not people that ordinary people can fight against, and even the military may not be able to contend with them, so they have always maintained a respectful attitude.

After receiving them with the highest standards, I also subtly inquired about their abilities and even watched them demonstrate their skills.

But this still shocked everyone present.

It's absolutely outrageous! Unlike using weapons or guns, this relies entirely on the power of the human body itself!
This is true transcendence!

The old man Ito, who witnessed the whole process, quickly changed his gaze from shock and fear to intense fervor.

This is exactly what he wanted—a method that transcends ordinary people!

Thinking this, she looked at the boy with even more fervor.

However, this was quickly covered up by his even more humble attitude.

"Lord Wang Fan's methods are truly astonishing! Unparalleled in the world!"

He offered compliments, but he said it in his strangely pronounced Mandarin.

At this point, the situation behind the road safety cordon was settled.

The crowd was either in a panic, running away, or being blown away by the wind pressure.

People scrambled to their feet, some injured, but dared not turn back to cause trouble. Instead, they struggled to escape into the distance across the vast wasteland.

This extraordinary attack, unlike any other firearm they had ever used, shattered their last shred of hope and courage, and they dared not linger there any longer.

But excluding the crowd.

The cars that these people had driven were also moved a few meters to the sides of the road by the impact, creating a considerable space.

Meanwhile, Wang Fan was thoroughly pleased with the lavish flattery from Old Man Ito, the head of an ancient financial magnate in the Kingdom of Yinghua.

He raised his chin and then raised his hand again.

The two young beauties assigned to him immediately understood, and like swallows returning to their nests, they shyly nestled under his shoulders.

And so, he put his arms around the two of them again, waved goodbye, and swayed back to the car.

"Get in the car, everyone. I'll lead the way. The sooner we finish, the sooner we can get back. This place is so boring!"

The old man Ito, who was accompanied by two attendants, naturally did not object. He responded and led his men back to the vehicle at the back.

As the convoy restarted, a large armored vehicle, modified and with a spacious and luxurious interior, slowly advanced.

Wang Fan, sitting inside the car, leaned most of his body out of the window.

He raised his hand, condensing compressed air masses in his palm, identical to those from before, and launched them forward with a series of whistling sounds.

Wave after wave of intense wind pressure spread, pushing vehicles blocking the road to the sides or even overturning them.

A series of explosions, mixed with the sounds of steel colliding and twisting, resounded in unison.

And just like that, the road that had been blocked for hundreds of meters was violently cleared away.

The convoy successfully passed through the section of road and headed towards the former Kyoto city area, which was plunged into darkness due to a power outage.

Wang Fan, who had been clearing obstacles quickly, also retreated back into the car.

Sitting on the spacious, semi-enclosed leather sofa in the carriage, I immediately sank into it.

"Pop—~"

A bottle that can only be found at auctions, a 1947 Cheval Blanc with the cork removed.

The crystal-clear liquor was poured into glasses inside the stable carriage.

Two beautiful waitresses were chosen, one holding a wine glass and the other carrying peeled fruit.

They instinctively leaned against the boy who was slumped on the sofa.

All Wang Fan had to do was open his mouth, and the two of them would cooperate perfectly and put the food into their mouths.

Even after experiencing it for some time, the feeling still made him squint his eyes in comfort.

Leaning back against the soft sofa, feeling the two soft bodies in his arms, he couldn't help but sigh at the extravagance of the wealthy families in Yinghua Kingdom.

At the same time, it is also an affirmation of his departure from the domestic environment where "geniuses are everywhere and extraordinary people are not as good as dogs".

This time, we really made the right bet!
Thinking back to when I was in China, I was squeezed out of my living space by the Special Operations Bureau and all sorts of unpredictable organizations.

Even if he is considered to have some strength among the rogue cultivators, he is still like a rat crossing the street, running around everywhere, and has no way to convert his strength into material enjoyment.

While someone of his strength might not be ubiquitous among independent cultivators, they are certainly not rare.

Moreover, there are many people stronger than him who have a good reputation in the martial arts world, and many of them have been taken away by the authorities in less than half a day because they showed their faces in public.

Many of them don't even see the sun rise the next day.

Think back to the days when I was constantly in a state of fear, hiding and running around aimlessly.

Look at this extravagant lifestyle, surrounded by beautiful women, and the respectful attitude of everyone around us.

Wang Fan even felt an urge to burst into tears.

This smells amazing!!

He roared inwardly, grabbed the wine glass handed to him by a beautiful woman, and drank it all in one gulp.

He then slammed the expensive wine glass inlaid with gold wire onto the low table in front of him, rubbing it in his hands before letting out a gasp.

"This is what a human life should be like..."

After sighing for a while, Wang Fan once again regained his arrogant and smug demeanor.

As if his bones had been removed from his body, he slumped back in his seat and closed his eyes in blissful contentment.

Feeling the meticulous and professional massage, I felt a little lightheaded.

Before that, ever since they were invited, the Ito family had been treating them to the best of everything.

Occasionally, he would talk about some rumors in China, or about the magical artifacts and herbs he had seen, which would attract a lot of recordings and amazement.

After demonstrating his awakened ability to control the wind, he garnered even more fervor.

This greatly satisfied Wang Fan's suppressed confidence and vanity in China.

Then, not long ago, the current head of the Ito family, Ito Taiji, came to him with a large number of gifts.

Reports indicate a monster has appeared in Tokyo Bay, prompting the government to cordon off the city and surrounding area. However, recent satellite imagery has revealed unusual changes, necessitating a deeper investigation.

However, the movement of large numbers of troops between cities is inconvenient.

For some unknown reason, many huge human head-shaped balloons appeared in the sky above the city, and they would indiscriminately attack any passing flying objects.

Therefore, air forces were unable to enter, and only elite squads could enter Tokyo from the relatively safe ground.

That's why they approached him, wanting Wang Fan to join the team and promising a bunch of rewards in various forms.

And if he agrees, half of it can be paid in advance.

Although Wang Fan had never seen the sealed-off area in person, he had heard about it.

Money is tempting, and without much hesitation, he nodded in agreement.

In Yinghua Kingdom, various extraordinary events are clearly just beginning, and it certainly can't compare to the vibrant scene of diverse schools of thought in China.

Even if some insurmountable danger arises, Wang Fan is confident in his ability to escape, honed in China.

If you can't win, running away isn't a problem.

However, despite this, although he was not a cunning person, he was not stupid either, and he also made his own demands.

Sure enough, the convoy included the old man Ito, the head of the family, and all three members who were eligible to inherit the family business.

From sixty years old to six years old, they were all in the convoy behind him, entering the blocked-off Tokyo city area together.

Incidentally, the two he was carrying were also like that.

In short, they were certain that even if the other party had any schemes, they wouldn't risk their own lives or the lives of the family heirs.

Although at first, the group was very resistant to this request, they eventually compromised.

That's why we have this scene of a convoy of cars with families everywhere.

As the convoy entered the city, its overall speed decreased.

After turning off the unnecessary lights, I cautiously stepped into this city, which, having lost its power, resembled a dark steel jungle.

Wang Fan, who was enjoying himself, gradually sat up when he saw the scenery outside the car window change and pushed away the two people who were still getting massages.

His expression changed from casual to cautious and serious.

Although she thought that even if some extraordinary event occurred in Yinghua Kingdom, according to the theory of spiritual energy tides, there shouldn't be anything too dangerous.

However, his long experience working in China made him instinctively extremely vigilant.

This cautious attitude of living one day at a time, not caring about anything else, but prioritizing life above all else.

This is also one of the reasons why he has been able to survive from the very beginning to the present day amidst the chaotic wave of supernatural beings in China.

As the convoy slowed down and cautiously drove along the deserted streets, the scenery on both sides of the road gradually came into view for the passengers.

The shop windows and doors along the street are covered with signs of vandalism.

Glass was scattered all over the ground, and various broken and shattered items covered the sidewalk.

In addition, as they went deeper, unusual inhuman scenes began to appear among the various traces of human intervention.

For example, under Wang Fan's gaze, they gradually approached the middle section of the roadside building, about ten stories high.

There was a gaping hole in the moonlight, dark and gaping.

The area is at least ten meters wide, spanning several floors, with various building fragments torn out by steel bars and hanging on the exterior wall.

Just by looking at the scale, one can imagine the horror of the accident.

In addition, there are dents and cracks on the road surface and walls, as if struck by some heavy object, and deep marks left as if by sharp claws.

As they ventured deeper, they could occasionally see patches of dark red bloodstains in the shadows of the streets.

The place was dilapidated, but there wasn't a single corpse or even a wreck.

The deserted street, bathed in moonlight, presented a chillingly still scene.

Witnessing this scene, Wang Fan clearly heard the two beautiful women behind him, who had been assigned to serve him, making a distinct, tense swallowing sound.

This scene, and the atmosphere of impending doom that seems to lurk in every corner, could put a person to death.

The sense of oppression on ordinary people is still too strong.

Even Wang Fan himself had a solemn look in his eyes at this moment.

He had seen and killed many demons and monsters, and even encountered some that chased him all over the streets.

But this atmosphere, which is not dangerous at all but feels strange everywhere, is really rare.

The last time I was this nervous was when I was tricked and ended up trapped in a ghost village.

Fortunately, we were lucky at the time.

Not long after, a special agent from the Special Operations Bureau descended and killed hundreds of vengeful spirits in the village, allowing him to escape in the chaos.

However, he was a novice back then, but he is no longer the same person he was then and has improved a lot.

Unlike before, they won't panic and run around aimlessly in fear.

However, looking back now, the atmosphere of that ghost village and this city are indeed somewhat similar, both having a sense of complete silence.

It's just that the area is too big.

Perhaps this place could be called a ghost town?
With these thoughts swirling in his mind, Wang Fan kept his eyes glued to the scenery flashing past the window, while his hand reached into his robes.

The next moment, he pulled out a small wooden axe, about the size of a palm, which then instantly expanded and grew into a short wooden axe about the length of an arm, which he held in his hand.

Stroking the fine cracks on the handle, he finally suppressed the vague unease in his heart.

This weapon was obtained by chance. Although it is not very powerful, it is well-suited to my awakened abilities and is easy to use.

On many occasions, he relied on this magical axe, combined with his awakened ability to control the gale, to barely overcome crises.

While everyone was too tense to utter a sound due to the oppressive atmosphere of the city.

The convoy had already slowly made several turns, bypassed the blocked road, and arrived at the nearest satellite-marked anomaly point.

After bypassing the last building that provided cover, Wang Fan stared curiously at the direction the vehicle was heading.

I want to see what it is that would make the oldest wealthy family in Yinghua Kingdom willing to pay such a high price to find out.

As they approached, the vehicles, with all their lights off, slowed down once again, to a speed barely faster than walking.

In people's view, the chaotic and dilapidated street scene suddenly changes after turning the last corner.

Under the moonlight, what should have been a park or green space now looks completely different.

What should have been a vibrant, lush green meadow has turned into a dark purple, viscous substance.

It gives people a sense of physical discomfort just by looking at it.

The trees, fitness equipment, and adjacent buildings were all stained with the same color as the ground.

Those things spread like some kind of fungus or organism.

At the edge of the diffusion, one can see dense veins covering the surface of the material.

It seems that this is how it is gradually spreading and assimilating.

Within this dark, deep purple expanse, one can also see faint, cold fluorescent glimmers.

It was as if countless inhuman eyes were watching this place from afar in the darkness.

The sight was truly horrifying, and everyone was somewhat stunned.

It wasn't until all the vehicles stopped that old man Ito finally mustered up the courage to get out of the car with his men.

Wang Fan also approached with a grim expression.

Looking at the deep purple area in front of him, which resembled a stain and was spreading with pollution, he lowered his voice and spoke in a very harsh tone.

"Old man, you'd better think carefully before you speak. Did you call me here to deal with something like this?"

(End of this chapter)