Chapter 1065 Who said I was a superpower?

As soon as the punk teenager said this, a commotion broke out below, and several voices rang out from different directions.

"You old hag, I told you to get through, what are you dawdling for? Are you trying to get everyone killed?"

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die! Please stop making things worse! It's fine if you want to die, but don't drag everyone down with you!"

"At a time like this, why are you still putting on a show of marital love? If you're so eager to die, go die somewhere else and don't drag us down with you..."

"..."

Of the more than one hundred people, some sympathized with the elderly couple, while others naturally complained about them.

Before this, the group announced in front of the cameras that if the people outside failed to deliver what they wanted, they would kill one person every half hour until they got what they wanted.

Even though most people know that it is utterly useless to keep your word with such a devil.

But now they are like meat on a chopping board, at the mercy of others, and it seems that they have no other choice but to grasp at this last straw.

The elderly couple's pushing and shoving evoked sympathy in many, but also stirred the nerves of those who were fearful.

In their view, their actions were precisely handing the knife to the other side, giving them a reason to commit mass murder, to the point that these people couldn't help but resent them.

With over a hundred people huddled together, it was already difficult to tell who was who. The people speaking came from all directions, and apart from those who happened to be squatting nearby, it was not easy to tell who was expressing their opinions.

The elderly couple were already terrified when they were singled out, and now, hearing so many vicious complaints, they felt an overwhelming malice descending upon them. In an instant, they turned pale and their hands and feet turned ice cold.

Meanwhile, the teenagers who caused all this were sitting at the cashier, watching the scene with great interest, as if they were watching a particularly exciting show.

As the crowd's words became increasingly outrageous, some dissenting voices finally emerged.

"Enough! I can't take it anymore! Listen to what you're saying! Is this even human language? Forcing two poor old people to die, telling them to go die at every turn—it's truly an eye-opener. Anyone who didn't know better would think some of you aren't human, but beasts."

"If you're so capable, why don't you charge out and fight your way through? What are you doing, being so arrogant towards two old people?"

"We're all going to die anyway. If any of us over a hundred people have any guts, we should all charge in together and at least die with some value. Is it worth sacrificing two elderly people for our own safety? I can't do that! Brothers, don't be cowards at a time like this. Don't let your wives and kids look down on you. Charge in with me and catch them off guard."

Of the people at the cashier, only the punk teenager could barely understand what they were saying, and at first he was quite happy to see them arguing.

He had seen this ugly side of humanity revealed when faced with life and death countless times, yet he never grew tired of it; on the contrary, he felt quite excited.

But when he heard that some of these ants actually dared to rebel against them, his face immediately darkened.

He quickly conjured a large, crimson fireball in his right hand and threw it at the middle-aged man who had been the most excited in the crowd.

The man seemed surprised that this person would attack so suddenly, and stood there dumbfounded, his wide eyes reflecting the approaching fireball.

All around them were the terrified screams of the crowd.

Just when the man thought he was doomed and destined to be the chicken used as a warning to others, a bright light suddenly flashed over his head and struck the fireball before it hit the ground.

In an instant, sparks flew everywhere. The huge fireball was shattered into pieces by that bright light, and just as it was about to land and burn the others, it was struck by several yellow talismans that flew out from nowhere.

Logically speaking, since yellow talismans are made of paper and are flammable, they should burn more easily after being stuck with a fireball.

But these flying yellow talismans were not afraid of fire at all. In fact, after sticking to the broken fireball, they quickly froze it into a block of ice.

Even when the fireball shatters, it's still quite large. After freezing into an ice ball, it can hurt quite a bit when it hits someone. However, compared to being hit by fire and instantly burning to a crisp, that pain is negligible.

"who!"

The punk teenager's expression changed slightly when he saw his fireball shatter.

The two young men who were sitting at the cashier watching the commotion also stopped their playful and casual expressions and stared intently at the other entrance behind the hundred people.

The middle-aged man, who had been lucky enough to escape with his life, held the small ice cube that had hit his head so hard. When he looked up, he saw a figure walking towards them against the light not far away.

"There's...there's someone here to save us."

The scene erupted in an uproar. The elderly couple, who had also narrowly escaped death, were still tightly embracing each other. When they saw that the newcomer was about the same age as their grandson, they were stunned for a moment.

A hint of worry unconsciously crept into his eyes, fearing that this suddenly appearing young man, like the other ability users who had tried to rescue them, was no match for these villains.

The little girl in red jumped off the table, clutching her doll, staring intently at Ye Wanxi, and asked with a frown, "A superhuman?"

Ye Wanxi glanced at the situation inside the supermarket and confirmed that there were about a hundred survivors and three superhumans who had caused the incident.

Not far from the feet of those superhumans lay seven or eight corpses, which, judging from their appearance, had been dead for some time.

In other words, before she arrived, the other party had not yet had time, or was about to, commit the murder.

After confirming the situation, Ye Wanxi breathed a slight sigh of relief, but her face quickly darkened again.

She raised her hand, pulled out a mid-level magical artifact protective shield, and tossed it toward the survivors.

A transparent film suddenly appeared above the heads of about a hundred people, looking somewhat like the large bubbles blown by a bubble machine that children play with—soft, fragile, and fluid.

"What...what is this? Is it...high technology?"

Those inside the protective shield all stared wide-eyed, their eyes filled with excitement and wonder, their hopes shining brightly.

Many people even wanted to reach out and touch it, but were afraid that the transparent film might really be like a bubble, bursting at the slightest touch, which would be really dangerous for them.

The little girl in red and the others were also very surprised when they saw the protective shield: "What is this? Why have I never seen it before? What kind of superpower is this?"

Having protected everyone with a shield, Ye Wanxi, now free from worries, flicked her right hand, and a long sword suddenly appeared in her grasp. She looked at the group with a cold smile and retorted, "Who said I'm a superhuman?"

(End of this chapter)