Survival in the Apocalypse: Max Level Drop Rate with Abundant Resources

The air in the tenth-floor lobby suddenly froze.

Mingying and Wu'an Jun stood twenty meters apart, staring at each other. A two-meter-tall skeletal Asura stood with his lion-shaped fortress imposing on the ground, his Asura spear lowered; a steely soldier in his early forties stood with his sword across his chest, his eyes like an eagle's.

Neither of them spoke, but the invisible pressure they exuded caused the nine military players at the edge of the hall to instinctively take a few steps back.

Shen Xi stood to the side, arms crossed, watching the scene with great interest.

"Interesting," he murmured. "Second place in the China region versus third place, this is much more interesting than fighting rotting corpses."

Lord Wu'an took the lead in initiating the attack.

He didn't choose to test the waters; he went all out from the start. The battle blade drew a silver-white arc in the air, carrying the power to split mountains and shatter rocks, heading straight for Mingying's neck!

This strike was swift, precise, and ruthless, without any unnecessary movements. It was a killing technique honed by Lord Wu'an through years of military service.

Mingying's eyes remained completely unmoved.

He raised the Lion Wall, shield facing forward.

"clang!"

The sword slammed into the shield, sparks flying! Mingying's body sank slightly, but her feet remained firmly planted.

Lord Wu'an's pupils contracted slightly.

Such immense power.

But he didn't stop. The instant his first strike was blocked, his second followed. This time it wasn't a slash, but a thrust! The blade pierced through the edge of the shield, heading straight for Mingying's ribs!

Mingying turned to the side, lowered her shield to block the blade, and at the same time, the Shura Spear thrust out from the side of the shield!

The spear flashes like a dragon!

The pitch-black spear tip tore through the air with a sharp whistling sound, aiming straight for Lord Wu'an's throat!

Lord Wu'an's eyes narrowed, and he abruptly sheathed his sword and leaned back. The tip of the spear grazed his chin, bringing with it a glint of cold light.

He rolled over and got up, took a few steps back, and created some distance.

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing seriousness in each other's eyes.

"Excellent marksmanship," said Lord Wu'an in a deep voice.

Mingying didn't speak, but simply gripped the Shura Spear tighter.

Lord Wu'an took a deep breath and charged forward again.

This time, his attacks were even more ferocious. His battle blade swung like a storm, each strike carrying immense force. Chopping, slashing, parrying, thrusting, sweeping—every strike aimed precisely at the vital points.

Mingying, on the other hand, remained as steady as a rock.

The Lion's Barrier transformed into a moving iron wall in his hands, deflecting Wu Anjun's attacks one by one. Sparks flew as shields clashed with swords in the dim hall, producing a dense clang of metal against metal.

But Mingying is not one to only defend and never attack.

Whenever Lord Wu'an's attacks slowed slightly, the Asura Spear would thrust out from behind the shield, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, at a tricky angle and with astonishing speed. It would aim straight for Lord Wu'an's vital points, forcing him to retreat and defend.

The two engaged in a fierce battle in the center of the hall.

Blades clashed against shields, sparks flying. Spears crossed blades, producing a piercing metallic scraping sound. Both men moved with astonishing speed, each strike aimed at the other's vital points.

Lord Wu'an's fighting style was fierce and domineering, with every strike carrying the decisiveness unique to soldiers. His swordsmanship had no frills, only the purest killing power.

Mingying, on the other hand, was frighteningly calm. The Lion Barrier in his hands was as solid as a rock, and no matter how ferocious Wu'an Jun's attacks were, he blocked them all. His counterattacks became increasingly sharp, and the angles at which the Asura Spear was thrust became more and more tricky, and the speed became faster and faster.

Lord Wu'an knew that things couldn't continue like this.

Mingying's defense was too strong; he was like a mobile fortress. Without breaking through his defenses, there was no chance of winning this battle.

"Charge into battle!"

Lord Wu'an finally used his skill.

His body instantly transformed into a streak of silver-white light, moving at an astonishing speed! With his battle blade in front of him, he was like a drawn sword, aimed directly at Zhiying's chest!

Mingying's eyes sharpened, and she raised her shield to block.

"boom!"

The immense impact sent Mingying staggering back several steps, leaving a deep gash on the Lion's Wall. His arm was slightly numb, his hand was split open, and blood dripped down the edge of the shield.

But Mingying did not retreat.

He steadied himself, his eyes fixed on Lord Wu'an, without the slightest fear.

"An indomitable military spirit!"

Lord Wu'an's second skill is activated.

A dark golden light erupted from his body, his eyes instantly turning gold, and his entire being exuded an unshakeable majesty. That was a legendary skill of the Military Soul class, which greatly enhanced all attributes for a short period of time.

Lord Wu'an pounced again.

This time, his speed was at least 30% faster, and his strength surged even more. His battle blade slashed down with the power to split mountains and shatter rocks!

Mingying raised her shield to block.

"clang!!!"

The immense impact sent him flying, crashing heavily into the wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood!

But he turned and stood up, once again blocking Lord Wu'an's way.

The fighting spirit in his eyes burned even brighter.

"Asura Domain!"

A dark red light erupted from Mingying, instantly enveloping an area of ​​twenty meters in radius!

Within the domain, Wu Anjun felt his body sink, all his attributes instantly decreased by 20%, and every second, true damage equal to 1% of his maximum health was continuously draining his life force.

His expression changed.

This is Mingying's domain skill.

That's truly terrifying.

But Lord Wu'an did not retreat.

"The spirit of the army will never die!"

A legendary passive skill, forcibly activated under the suppression of the domain! Dark golden light reappeared from his body, actually managing to withstand the suppression of the Asura Domain!

The two forces collided in mid-air, and the invisible shockwave made the entire hall tremble!

The audience at the Kyoto Convention Center was completely silent.

Everyone was staring at the scene on the screen. The epic battle between the second and third ranked players in the China region was just as exciting as the previous match between Tai Chu and Ming Ying against the Corpse General.

"Holy crap... those two are too fierce..." someone muttered.

"Mingying's domain is terrifying; how could Lord Wu'an withstand it?"

"Lord Wu'an is no weakling either; look at him, every strike is deadly!"

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"This is a true clash of titans! Compared to this, all the previous matches were like children playing house!"

"The 10 gold coin entrance fee is worth it to see a battle of this caliber!"

The uppermost section of the stands is a military-only area.

The elderly man, over seventy years old, leaned back in his chair, staring at the figure fighting in the dark red field on the screen, a complex light flashing in his eyes.

"Lord Wu'an..." he murmured, "This kid has gotten stronger again."

A major general leaned over and asked, "Old commander, can Wu'an Jun win?"

The old man was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

"It's hard to say. Mingying's domain is too strong. Although Wu'an Jun can withstand it, it takes too much of his energy."

He paused, a glint of anticipation in his eyes.

"However, even if you lose, it's not shameful. A level 20 Asura class with such good equipment, to be able to fight like this already proves Lord Wu'an's strength."

The major general nodded, said nothing more, and continued to stare at the screen.

Inside the lobby on the tenth floor.

The fighting continues, and it's getting increasingly intense.

Lord Wu'an was now fighting with full force, his sword flashing like a storm, each strike delivered with all his might. His Iron-Blooded Military Spirit ability had a limited duration; he had to end the battle before it expired.

Mingying's defense remained rock solid, but their counter-attacks became increasingly sharp.

The Shura Spear thrust out from behind the shield at increasingly tricky angles and faster speeds, nearly striking Wu Anjun's vital points several times.

The fluctuations in their battle power grew increasingly terrifying.

The hall floor was cracking, the walls were trembling, and dust was falling from the dome overhead. That invisible sense of oppression could be felt even through the screen.

But Shen Xi stood there, completely still.

The aftershocks of the battle couldn't even get within three meters of him.

But the nine military players weren't so lucky.

They were already seriously injured, and now, impacted by the aftershocks of the battle, their faces turned pale, their legs went weak, and some even collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

Shen Xi looked at them and sighed.

"You lot," he said, his voice not loud, but still clearly audible amidst the roar of battle, "admit defeat and leave this place."

The nine people were stunned.

Shen Xi continued, "Your Lord Wu'an has been controlling his strength, afraid of hurting you. With you here, he can't act freely."

The nine people looked at each other in bewilderment.

They looked toward the center of the battlefield, at the figure fighting fiercely in the dark red area.

As expected, although Lord Wu'an's attacks were ferocious, he deliberately restrained himself each time they reached their direction. In order not to harm them, he reserved at least 20% of his power.

The captain in the lead gritted his teeth and then opened the system panel.

"I admit defeat."

A flash of white light, and he disappeared.

The other eight also conceded defeat.

One after another, beams of white light appeared.

All nine military players left the instance.

Only Shen Xi, Ming Ying, and Wu Anjun remained in the hall.

Lord Wu'an noticed the commotion behind him, glanced at the nine disappearing white lights out of the corner of his eye, and a complex light flashed in his eyes.

He looked at Shen Xi.

Shen Xi nodded slightly.

Lord Wu'an took a deep breath, gratitude flashing in his eyes.

Then, he turned his head and looked at Mingying.

"Now, we can go all out."

The moment the words left his mouth, Lord Wu'an's aura surged!

That suppressed power, like a flood bursting its banks, surged forth wildly!

All-out showdown

"Charge into battle!"

Lord Wu'an's body transformed into a streak of silver-white light, moving at a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye! This time, he held nothing back, going all out!

Mingying raised her shield to block.

"boom!!!"

The immense impact sent Mingying flying backward, crashing heavily into the wall, coughing up blood! A deep gash was left on the Lion's Fortress, almost splitting the shield in two!

But Mingying flipped herself up and stood in front of Wu'an Jun once again.

The fighting spirit in his eyes remained undiminished.

"The Path of Asura Slaughter!"

Legendary talent, fully unlocked!

The dark red light on Mingying's body suddenly surged. The effect of temporarily increasing all attributes by 1% for each target killed could not be stacked at the moment, but the killing intent from his Asura instinct also made his aura rise to the extreme!

He rushed forward on his own initiative!

The Asura Spear thrust out, swift as lightning!

Lord Wu'an raised his sword to parry, but was thrown back several steps by the enormous impact.

Mingying's second shot has followed!

Lord Wu'an dodged to the side, his battle blade sweeping across!

Mingying raised her shield to block, and at the same time, the Shura Spear pierced out from under the shield, heading straight for Wu'an Jun's lower abdomen!

Lord Wu'an twisted to dodge, but the tip of the spear still grazed his waist, leaving a trail of blood!

The two clashed again.

This time, there was nothing I held back.

Swords clashed and spears flashed in the hall. Each clash was accompanied by sparks flying.

Lord Wu'an's swordsmanship was fierce and domineering.

Mingying's marksmanship is cunning and ruthless.

The two fought from the center of the hall to the edge, and then from the edge back to the center.

The floor was cracked, the walls were fissured, and rubble was falling from the dome.

The battle lasted a full ten minutes.

When Lord Wu'an's sword came down again, Mingying did not raise her shield to block.

Instead, he dodged to the side, while the Asura Spear thrust out from the side!

This shot was incredibly fast!

The spear tip pierced the air with a whistling sound, heading straight for Lord Wu'an's throat!

Lord Wu'an twisted his body with all his might to dodge, but Mingying's second shot had already arrived!

The gun pierced his chest!

Lord Wu'an had no time to dodge and could only raise his sword to parry.

"clang!"