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Leo made her move.
She stopped Miss Smith, her eyes sharp with clarity. She knew that since Ben wanted to hide his strength, every transcendent being in the vicinity tonight… must die!
This was a spirit realm of plunder, not one of amnesia. Here, you could leave with your memories, but that was all. Leo didn't want to appear helpless. She couldn't help Ben with the monster-killing task, but she could assist him in other ways, checking for any omissions and handling minor problems.
Meanwhile, action unfolded on the other side.
"Clang—"
A loud crash rang through the air.
A muscular transcendent being raised a large blade and chopped it down toward Ben's head.
The result was unbelievable: the blade shattered, and Ben was completely unharmed.
This scene left everyone stunned. Even though the blade had been weathered and rusted from disuse, it was still iron. How could a physical body withstand it?
The people surrounding Ben instantly retreated, their fear palpable.
Ben spoke in a faint tone, his voice cold, "This is no fun."
Without a change in expression, he slightly shook his arms.
"Bang!"
His arms broke into dozens of pieces, blood spilling across the ground.
"Aaah!!"
The white youth screamed in agony. He had only just embarked on the path of transcendence and couldn't control this ability yet. Ben's actions had crippled him in an instant.
This sight further terrified the crowd. They knew a little about the white youth's binding ability. His arms were incredibly strong—tougher than beef tendons—and once someone was bound by him, even the most terrifying monsters couldn't break free.
Yet Ben had shattered his arms with barely a shake. The sheer strength it took was unimaginable.
"David's arms can withstand tons of force!" one of the white youth's companions shouted in horror. "He... he can break free from David's binding! His strength must be at least... five hundred points or more!!"
Gasps of disbelief rippled through the crowd. A strength attribute of five hundred points? That was beyond their wildest dreams.
Considering Ben's earlier demonstration, where the blade had failed to harm him at all, it was clear that his defense was even more terrifying.
"How could such a monster exist among the freshmen?" one person murmured.
"Could this be the true talent of the Kryptonian bloodline?" a North American newcomer asked, his face full of disbelief.
He recalled hearing about a transcendent with Kryptonian blood in his home country—an old man who had been abandoned by his family and spent his life indulging in pleasures, leaving behind countless romantic affairs. As for his strength, there had been no significant performances.
But this one—Ben—was completely different.
The North American couldn't help but shout: "Have you uncovered the true secret of the Kryptonian bloodline?"
"You're right," Ben replied calmly, his voice detached. "Too bad there's no reward."
Before anyone could react, Ben raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist. Without hesitation, he punched the North American and his teammates from a distance.
"Fist Wind Impact!"
"Pa!"
The air shattered as if a bomb had gone off. A violent hurricane formed from Ben's fist, transforming into a terrifying air shockwave that shot toward the North American team.
Ben's strength had surpassed 600 points now, and the impact was far more destructive than before. The air along its path was torn apart with ease.
The shockwave slammed into the North American team, ripping them to shreds in an instant. Flesh and blood exploded everywhere.
Many of the freshmen watching froze in terror.
"Run! Run, quickly!!"
Captain Rogers, blending into the crowd, shouted urgently and turned to flee. He recognized the North American team, and their captain, Zhang Qiandan, was well-known among the freshmen for his strength.
If someone like him could be easily killed by Ben, Rogers knew there was no point in staying. It was only a matter of time before they were all wiped out.
As soon as the captain's words reached their ears, his three teammates snapped out of their shock and followed him in a panicked retreat.
"Dong!"
A loud crash sounded from behind them.
Ben moved with terrifying speed. He stomped the ground so hard that the earth seemed to crack, and in a blink, he appeared in front of the fleeing Japanese pirates.
"Japanese pirates? Truly disgusting," Ben muttered under his breath.
Then, without hesitation, he raised his palm and slapped Inoue and the others with terrifying force.
The courtyard quickly turned into a blood-soaked battlefield.
Despite Ben being the only one attacking, and there being as many as forty opponents, the battle was completely one-sided. Ben's indestructible body, immense strength, unmatched speed—he crushed the new transcendent beings effortlessly.
Even those with notable strength among the new transcendent beings were no match for Ben. With a single slap, they were obliterated.
In less than a minute, more than forty of the new transcendent beings were reduced to bloody corpses. Many of the bodies were barely recognizable, missing large portions. The courtyard was soaked in blood, the air thick with the metallic stench.
It was like a scene from hell.
After killing so many in quick succession, Ben felt surprisingly calm. He had expected to feel some discomfort, after all, these were living beings, not monsters. But strangely, he felt nothing. The lack of emotional reaction made him wonder—was his talent not from Superman, but from Homelander?
Looking around, Ben noticed there were only two people left standing. One was Leo, and the other was Miss Smith.
At that moment, Miss Smith was so terrified she could barely stand. Her face was a mess of tears and snot, and she clung desperately to the wall to avoid collapsing.
"Leo, why are you still keeping her alive?" Ben asked, his tone sharp.
Leo kept her gaze fixed on Miss Smith. "I think she's preparing some kind of ultimate move, so I didn't get too close."
Ben raised an eyebrow. He hadn't noticed this, but now that Leo mentioned it, he saw she was standing at a distance, blocking the exit from where Miss Smith stood.
"Hmm?" Ben nodded in understanding. "Leave it to me, then."
He was pleased with Leo's caution.
Ben stepped forward, his footsteps unwavering.
"Ah!!" Miss Smith screamed as Ben approached. Her face twisted in fear, and she shrieked, "Demon, don't come closer!"
Ben's expression remained cold, unfazed by her terror.
After all, his earlier actions had made him seem no different from a demon, reaping lives without mercy.
"If you have any special abilities, now is the time to use them," Ben said in a tone that sent a chill down her spine. "Otherwise, you won't have another chance."
Miss Smith's eyes widened as she seemed to remember something. Her voice trembled as she spoke, "You... You were the one who killed those monsters on the mountaintop, right? Their corpses... they were incomplete..."
Ben's steps slowed as he eyed her with cold amusement. It was clear she had finally realized the truth.
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