The survivors who gathered around initially didn’t notice anything unusual.
But as they watched, they began to notice something strange—
"Holy shit! Am I seeing things, or is Zhang San frozen in place?"
"Acupoint! Could it be the Sunflower Acupoint Hand? It directly immobilized him."
"Hey, hey, did you guys hear that just now? It sounded like a whooshing noise!"
"Six Veins Divine Sword or One Yang Finger? Even though it’s the apocalypse, with zombies and Superpower Users appearing, these kinds of climbing and distant acupoint techniques, aren’t they only in novels?"
"...Damn, I remember Heavenly King He used to practice Martial Arts. Could he actually be some hidden grandmaster?"
"Right, right, I remember Heavenly King just said he was selecting members for the Heavenly King Guard, and those who pass the assessment might have the chance to become his disciples and learn Martial Arts from him!"
Everyone was chattering with various opinions; they were supposed to despise and fear "Xiaotian."
However, with today’s "Xiaotian" setting new ground rules, compared to the other thugs, the survivors started thinking "Xiaotian is not too bad after all."
So, watching "Xiaotian" decimate his enemies, kicking some thugs away and immobilizing others, everyone felt a sudden thrill.
And some young people were staring at He Tiantian with burning eyes, the desire to become stronger and their awe for a true power were all too apparent.
He Tiantian displayed the Finger Flick Technique several times, concentrating Inner Strength at her fingertips, then transforming it into orbs of energy that bypassed various weapons to directly strike the thugs on their acupoints.
Either they were immobilized, frozen in their original posture,
or they cried out and fell to the ground, yet no matter their posture, their ability to fight was temporarily gone.
Even those who could barely stand, were filled with fear—Ah! When had "Xiaotian" become a Martial Arts Master?
Or had he triggered some other Superpower?
To be able to strike acupoints from a distance, just like the great heroes in Martial Hero shows!
How could they, a bunch of thugs reliant on youth and brute force, ever stand against such a man?
Better to just lie down and surrender, they weren’t the leaders after all, just accomplices.
They’d better plead with Brother Tian, oh no, with Heavenly King Emperor; maybe they could get through this ordeal.
After all, they were once brothers, the Heavenly King wouldn’t forget old ties.
Besides, Heavenly King had to manage a big base—he needed people.
"Brother Tian, Heavenly King! I was wrong! Ooh, I realize my mistake!"
With a thud, Ma Kui knelt on the ground, desperately crying, "It’s all Zhang Cheeng’s fault!"
"Yes! It’s Zhang Cheeng’s doing, he stirred up trouble, seduced me to betray you!"
"Heavenly King, I don’t know what got into me just now, my mind seemed out of control, I actually dared to raise my hand against you!"
"I was foolish, I screwed up, I deserve to die!"
"Heavenly King, please, in consideration of our brotherhood, of always following by your side, spare me this one time!"
Ma Kui lacked education, but he knew how to read the situation well.
Though he didn’t know how "Xiaotian" had become a Martial Arts Master, his ability to easily take down dozens of men proved his strength.
Such an unparalleled great hero seemed even more impressive than a Superpower User.
Superpowers can be depleted, but Martial Arts, as long as the practitioner stands, seem usable continuously.
"Xiaotian" became even more powerful, opposing him was like seeking death.
Ma Kui just hoped his Brother Tian would remember their past camaraderie and spare him this ordeal.
To clear his own guilt, Ma Kui swiftly shifted the blame to Zhang Cheeng.
Tsk! Shifting the blame?
This matter was originally Zhang Cheeng’s fault; if it weren’t for his constant provocations, his endless remarks that "Xiaotian’s Superpower wasn’t much," Ma Kui wouldn’t have chosen to openly defy "Xiaotian."
Now look, their façade had shattered, and "Xiaotian" easily crushed their group...
Thinking of Xiaotian’s violent temper and his various powerful means, Ma Kui couldn’t help trembling in fear.
Oh no, he didn’t want to die, nor did he wish to be trampled upon and toyed with by Xiaotian, only to be cruelly killed in the end.
He Tiantian seemed to take Ma Kui’s words to heart, her face filled with anger turning to contemplation: "I knew that kid was up to no good!"