Global Catastrophe: I Became the World Tree-Chapter 134 - 126: Online Hot Discussion_1

Chen Dalong, although he had attracted quite a bit of attention, many people still remained unimpressed.

After all, as more and more Superhumans awoke and netizens continually unearthed information, their understanding of Superhumans was deepening.

They knew well that some Superhuman abilities were terrifyingly powerful in bursts, but lacked endurance, often needing at least a half-hour of rest after an outburst.

So if one wanted to compete for the rankings, the endurance of their ability was a crucial factor.

Chen Dalong glanced at the comments online. He wasn’t angry. In fact, he even opened Pei Jin’s live stream.

Superhumans ranked in the top three enjoyed special treatment. Not only would their rankings be updated in real-time, but the officials would also arrange a dedicated filming crew for their live streams.

As for the rest, a mobile filming crew would take turns to capture footage to create short videos for the internet.

Unfortunately, the battle on Chen’s end was described as "simple and plain", failing to catch the photographers’ eye. So forget live streaming; not even a short video had been made.

Chen Dalong opened Pei Jin’s live stream room, revealing a tall and slim young man, about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with decent features. Currently, dressed in a black combat suit, he emanated a heroic vibe.

Overall, he was quite handsome. Coupled with the fame of being first in the rankings, he had quickly gathered a following, predominantly female.

"What a pity. If only I could be ten years younger," Chen Dalong muttered to himself while stroking the stubble on his face.

As he spoke, the swarm of mice in the video had already initiated their attack. The soldiers on this segment of the frontline had obviously implemented the Fire Attack Strategy, with flames shooting straight out, followed by the spray of automatic rifles.

Pei Jin was also busy. With a slight squint and sharp eyes surveying the battlefield, a golden glow began to emerge at his fingertips.

This glow quickly solidified into a physical form, turning into a glittering golden needle about an inch long.

After the Golden Needle formed, it danced nimbly at his fingertips with the rhythm of Pei Jin’s hands.

Suddenly, his gaze sharpened, and with a flick of his wrist, the Golden Needle turned into a streak of gold and shot out.

Phut, phut, phut!

In an instant, three Mutated Mice were pierced continuously by the Golden Needle and fell dead to the ground.

Spinach: "Wow! Another triple kill. He’s getting more proficient with that move."

Little Paper Smoke: "Big bro is so awesome. As long as he can maintain this state, no one’s going to catch up."

Little Wave: "Fair’s fair, Pei Jin indeed is the fastest to master his own Superhuman ability, unlike some other Superhumans who haven’t even got a good grip on their powers, let alone figuring out how to conserve their abilities and take down enemies efficiently."

After Pei Jin killed three Mutated Mice, he swiftly formed another Golden Needle in his hands, rapidly moving along the frontline with his eyes fixed on the battlefield.

Every time an opportunity arose, he would throw the Golden Needle straight out.

This so-called opportunity was when two or three Mutated Mice were close enough and in a straight line.

That way, he could take down even more Mutated Mice with just one Golden Needle.

The battle ended quickly, lasting less than two minutes, and during that time Pei Jin released Golden Needles five times.

Out of these, three times he killed three Mutated Mice, twice he killed two, totaling thirteen Mutated Mice taken down.

Watching this, Chen Dalong couldn’t help but slightly raise an eyebrow.

Even though he had just killed fifty Mutated Mice, far surpassing the other, according to his own plan, he intended to only act once every three waves of mice.

Averaging it out, he was only taking down about sixteen Mice per wave.

"It’s fortunate that these Superhumans have a limited supply of Superhuman power and need to conserve it, otherwise, it would be difficult for me to catch up," Chen Dalong couldn’t help but remark.

He had just read the comments and gotten to know a bit about Pei Jin. Nearly every wave of Mice, the latter would condense five Golden Needles to attack, which must be his balance point between consuming and recovering his power.

One could only imagine, if Pei Jin could release more Golden Needles each time, it would probably affect him.

And even so, Pei Jin still had room for improvement.

Although it was through a screen, Chen, with his extraordinary perceptiveness, could tell that even after killing three Mutated Mice, the Golden Needles he released still retained some of their power.

By his estimation, the strength of these Needles was fully capable of piercing through the bodies of five Mutated Mice.

Of course, Mutated Mice had a very keen sense of danger and would desperately dodge, making this task not easy. But there was no denying that there was still room for Pei Jin to improve.

"I mustn’t get complacent. To truly get the higher-ups to take notice of me, it’s not enough to just be first. I have to show that my strength far surpasses the rest," said Chen Dalong with determination.

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As time passed, it was suddenly three o’clock in the morning.

On West Tai Street’s defense line, another battle had just concluded.

This time, Chen Dalong had killed sixty-five Mutated Mice in one go, breaking his own record for the most Mice killed in a single encounter.