hotmtlnovel Chapter 297 The Rogue Sequence
Chapter 297 The Rogue Sequence
I don't know how much time has passed.
It felt like an eternity, yet also like only a few breaths.
Fu Xiaojian's body stiffened abruptly, like a fish out of water or a bird startled by a bow.
Yang Fan was so frightened that he almost drew the silver spear hanging outside the car window to defend himself.
Then, Fu Xiaojian's unusual physical condition suddenly disappeared, and he collapsed.
All that remained were his chest heaving violently and his heavy breathing.
If there are people outside the window, they're bound to misunderstand something.
"...Captain Fu?" Yang Fan asked tentatively, his voice hoarse.
no respond.
But Yang Fan could feel that some kind of invisible "pressure" inside the car was slowly dissipating.
Instead, it exudes a more profound and weighty aura.
Another few minutes passed.
Fu Xiaojian slowly opened his eyes, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.
But deep within his pupils, there was a sharp glint that had only occasionally flashed.
At this moment, it has settled into a dark gold color that is almost tangible and has a metallic texture.
The world he saw had become completely different.
And he finally gained the combat ability he had always dreamed of.
He struggled to sit up, his movements still somewhat hesitant.
But every subtle adjustment carries a certain precise rhythm.
It was exactly the same as when Xu Si was promoted to Sequence 4.
"It's alright now," Fu Xiaojian said.
Yang Fan breathed a long sigh of relief, only then realizing that his back was also soaked.
"It worked?"
"Hmm." Fu Xiaojian clenched his fist, feeling the power surging within him, a power completely different from before.
"Sequence 4... City Lord."
"City Lord?" Yang Fan was taken aback.
"This name... doesn't sound like it belongs in the combat order?"
Fu Xiaojian's lips curled into a very subtle, yet sharp, arc.
He pushed open the car door and stepped into the cool, sticky night wind on the mudflats.
This scene also caught the attention of Xiao Luo and Li Miao.
The two exchanged a glance, and Xiao Luo also noticed the difference in Fu Xiaojian.
His spiritual connection is more reliable.
At this moment, Xu Si, who was lying on the roof of the Nirvana vehicle, also opened his eyes.
A slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The combat strength of the other key members of the team seems to be catching up soon.
He could sense that Chen Pei was also at the point where he needed to make a breakthrough.
Jiao Jiao, who was the first to break into Sequence 3, will be there soon too.
As for Tashan, perhaps another fatal blow will allow him to knock on the door of Sequence 4.
"Do you want to use a gun?" Yang Fan thought Fu Xiaojian was going to demonstrate his offensive capabilities, so he asked.
"No need!" Fu Xiaojian said somewhat awkwardly.
His Sequence 4 characteristics are somewhat shameful, and he's a little embarrassed to talk about them.
However, with several people watching him, he was bound to say something!
"My characteristics are rather unique, but I do have combat abilities!" Fu Xiaojian explained.
His gaze then fell on Xu Si on the roof of the car.
Then he was a little dumbfounded; he couldn't see Xu Si's characteristics.
Then he looked at Yang Fan.
Its three prominent characteristics—"armor-piercing," "thousand-pound," and "trapping"—are all replicable.
The characteristics of Xiao Luo and Li Miao were also fully observed, with Xu Si being the only exception.
Feature 1: Assault
Description: Copy the offensive traits of a friendly unit. These traits cannot be changed, discarded, or transferred within one unit's duration. (Note: This is an assault tactic, not a chicken attack!)
Feature 2: Steadfast
Description: Copy the defensive trait of a friendly unit. This trait cannot be changed, discarded, or transferred within one unit of time. (Note: This is "hold firm," not "defend to the death!")
Feature 3: Cover-up
Description: Copy the auxiliary traits of a friendly unit. These traits cannot be changed, discarded, or transferred within a given time period. (Note: This is protection, not sudden death!)
Once he understood his own characteristics, he set his sights on Xu Si.
After all, Fu Xiaojian was extremely envious of his powerful moves.
But how do we explain this now?
The night seemed especially silent in Fu Xiaojian's silence.
The dark gold hue deep in his pupils flickered slightly as his gaze swept over the red-haired figure on the roof of the car once more—still an unfathomable void, like a blind spot on an observation instrument.
"Captain Fu?" Yang Fan noticed something was wrong and took two steps closer, carrying his silver spear.
"Your special ability...can't be used?"
Fu Xiaojian withdrew his gaze and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air. Xu Si was indeed the most special one.
"It works." He looked down at his palm, the lines on his palm clearly visible in the cold light of the emergency light.
"only……"
I'm afraid you might not be happy if I use it!
He ultimately did not reveal Xu Si's unusual behavior.
In the apocalypse, everyone has their own secrets, and digging too deep often means division.
Moreover, Xu Si has never hidden his special nature.
Those twin star-shaped eyes, that strange ability, and the origin of the potion were all different from ordinary people.
"That's good." Yang Fan grinned, feeling that he had chosen the right boss.
"No matter what the characteristics are, as long as it can fight, that's fine! Our team now has two Sequence 4s!"
These words stirred something within Fu Xiaojian. Yes, it had been so long; he had finally reached Sequence 4.
Although it's a copy of someone else's characteristics, it represents infinite possibilities!
"Why don't you use your spear?"
Unable to replicate Xu Si, Fu Xiaojian had no choice but to settle for second best.
Yang Fan was taken aback. Didn't you say you didn't need to?
However, he still obediently handed over the silver spear.
Fu Xiaojian closed his eyes, and deep within his consciousness, the light spots representing Yang Fan's offensive characteristics resembled miniature stars.
With a slight thought, he chose "Thousand Pounds".
In an instant, a strange sense of connection was established.
Fu Xiaojian opened his eyes and reached out to take the silver spear that Yang Fan handed him.
The moment the spear came into his hand, his arm suddenly felt heavy, not because of a physical increase in weight.
Rather, it is a conceptual "heaviness" added to the gun body.
He could clearly feel that every inch of this spear contained power enough to shatter rocks; it was the power that carried Yang Fan's power.
He didn't make any fancy moves; he simply thrust forward.
The tip of the gun pierced the air with a muffled bang!
It did not touch any physical object, but the air in front of the gun tip seemed to be hit by an invisible hammer, suddenly compressed and exploded.
A visible white shockwave formed, snapping a patch of dry reeds several meters away at the roots!
"Hiss—" Yang Fan gasped.
He knew this all too well; wasn't this his signature shooting technique?
Fu Xiaojian's thrust just now was clearly a casual act, almost on par with his own.
"It will last for about fifteen minutes." Fu Xiaojian felt the flow of the sequence within his body.
Therefore, the unit of time is approximately fifteen minutes.
Then, with a powerful sweep, his silver spear flew out, seemingly sweeping away all the darkness.
Yang Fan was dumbfounded. He actually watched as Fu Xiaojian used his Thousand Jun technique.
Moreover, it seems that this is all I can do.
His expression instantly fell apart.
His prized sequence was perfectly executed in someone else's hands.
This was undoubtedly a huge blow to him.
Use yours when you're done!
Use yours when you're done!
Don't worry, I'll use yours next time!
Don't be too cool.