Global Catastrophe: I Became the World Tree-Chapter 137 - 127 Strongest Superpowered Being_2

Everyone could see Chen Dalong’s confident smile on the screen as he fiddled with the Ring-Headed Knife in his hand while talking to three military officers.

Soon, all three officers had expressions of surprise on their faces, and after a heated discussion, they finally nodded in agreement.

Cold Wind: "I’m really curious, what could Chen Dalong have said to those three officers that surprised them so much?"

Gao Yifeng: "If I had to guess, he probably asked the officers to let some Mutated Mice in. If all the soldiers were killed, even if his strength was great, he wouldn’t be able to show it!"

Don’t move if you can avoid it: "You’re joking, right? No way would the other officers agree to such a request. If he made a mistake, the defense line could be breached, and that’s not a responsibility any Superhuman could take on."

Everyone was busy speculating, but it was impossible to get an answer.

Forget about them; even the filming crew, who were about thirty to forty meters away from the front line, couldn’t hear what they were discussing.

As time ticked by, Chen Dalong found a place to sit down leisurely after speaking, showing no sign of impatience.

At this moment, everyone in the live broadcast was waiting together, but no one was impatient. Instead, the number of viewers in the live broadcast kept increasing, and the popularity started soaring.

In the blink of an eye, three minutes had passed. The camera angle changed to capture the scene across the street, and the lens zoomed in, bringing the picture closer.

The audience in the live broadcast room could clearly see dense swarms of Mutated Mice emerging from manhole covers and various dark corners, quickly gathering together.

Upon seeing this sight, the viewers in the live broadcast room couldn’t help but become more alert, knowing this was a sign that the Mutated Mouse swarm was about to attack.

The mice gathered at a tremendously fast pace, and in a blink of an eye, their numbers surpassed 1,000. It wasn’t until roughly 1,400 mice had amassed that the pace of gathering slowed.

About Winter: "The mice are slowing down. Based on my experience, this wave will probably be around 1,500 mice. Alright, everyone can leave now. This number of Mutated Mice can’t even break through the outermost line of fire. Chen Dalong won’t have any chance to make a move."

Falling Flower Rain: "Although I’m a fan of Wang Feng, I have to admit that this competition format is somewhat disadvantageous to Chen Dalong. He can only engage in close combat, so how many Mutated Mice he can kill is not for him to decide."

People who shared Falling Flower Rain’s thoughts weren’t the only ones; in fact, many really chose to leave the live broadcast room.

However, in the next instant, the people who were discussing and expressing their regrets immediately shut their mouths. The number of comments in the live broadcast room dropped dramatically.

This wasn’t because there were fewer people in the live broadcast room; rather, everyone was so shocked that they didn’t know what to say.

Because in full view of everyone, Chen Dalong had unbelievably leaped out of the defense line, then charged toward the swarm of Mutated Mice across the street.

"What is he trying to do?"

This thought involuntarily emerged in everyone’s minds.

But before they could ponder further, Chen Dalong crossed the street with unparalleled speed and plunged into the mass of mice.

At that moment, it seemed as if the Mutated Mice, too, were stunned by the scene, not moving at first.

Not until Chen Dalong quickly drew his knife, cutting down two Mutated Mice, did the swarm seem to come to their senses.

Squeak, squeak!

All the Mutated Mice, whether out of anger or excitement, let out shrill cries and rushed toward Chen Dalong simultaneously.

At this moment, Mutated Mice appeared all around Chen Dalong, with many even leaping up and launching attacks from mid-air.

Chen Dalong faced the attacks of twenty to thirty Mutated Mice at the same time. On witnessing this sight, many viewers could hardly bear to watch and closed their eyes.

The scene was too horrific; any Evolutionist in his place would likely be torn to pieces by the multitude of mice the next moment.

But also at that moment, dazzling flashes of knife-light ignited.

The two Ring-Headed Knives were swung so tightly by Chen Dalong that they left no openings.

Any Mutated Mouse touched by the blades was either beheaded or sliced in half.

Chen Dalong didn’t know any intricate techniques with the knife; his moves were basic, like chopping, slashing, and slicing. But there was one characteristic all his moves shared—they were fast.

Unmatched in speed.

Ordinary people couldn’t even see how Chen Dalong was swinging the knife, then one after another, Mutated Mice were killed.

Moreover, Chen Dalong wasn’t just standing still—he was constantly dodging and weaving even as he rapidly slashed with his knives.

Many of the Mutated Mice that lunged at him didn’t even get close before they were cleaved to death by Chen Dalong.

Even those that were lucky enough not to die right away found it very difficult to bite Chen Dalong, who was even quicker and more agile than them.

Of course, Chen Dalong couldn’t avoid all the attacks from the Mutated Mice.

But when some of the mice finally seized their chance and bit into Chen Dalong, they would find that their previously unstoppable sharp teeth could only leave a mark on his skin.

Although his skin was broken and even though the teeth had pierced into the flesh, that was all there was to it.

Such minor injuries were nothing to an Evolutionist like Chen Dalong, who didn’t even need any special treatment—the muscles around the wound would contract on their own, staunching the blood.

The pain in his body only made Chen Dalong’s killing efficiency faster, and within the span of a single breath, the first wave of over thirty Mutated Mice was annihilated.

And Chen Dalong had sustained only two minor wounds in the process.

Of course, this was just the beginning. The horde of mice had completely surrounded Chen Dalong, launching continuous attacks at him.

But Chen Dalong, encircled in the middle, was not the least bit afraid and retaliated in the fiercest manner possible.

Time kept ticking away, and before long, a minute had passed.

At that moment, the area around Chen Dalong’s feet was littered with dead bodies, with the corpses of mice even piling up into small mounds over a meter high.

Finally, someone in the live broadcast came to their senses.

Brave Hero: "My God, is this even human? He’s gone on a killing spree."

Wind Rider: "Quick, tell me this is really happening. In just a minute’s time, almost 200 Mutated Mice were slaughtered. That’s leagues above any other Superhuman, okay! He is the Strongest Superhuman, don’t even try to argue with me."

Shock Han: "This is terrifying. Look at those Mutated Mice, their attacks aren’t as frenzied now, they even seem to be backing off hesitantly."

Adi: "My mom asked me why I was kneeling to watch the live stream, then she joined me on her knees."

Chen Dalong was still engaged in continuous combat at this time, feeling an unprecedented sense of exhilaration.

Previously, when fighting within the defensive lines, he would just be warming up when the battle would end.

Now, surrounded by Mutated Mice, he felt his potential being continuously unearthed under the pressure of such peril.

The knives in his hands swung more smoothly and quickly, and his evasive steps became ever more agile.

Initially, he would be bitten after killing about a dozen Mutated Mice, but gradually, that number rose to twenty, thirty...

Until now, he was confident he could evade the bites of all the Mutated Mice.

Of course, this was also related to the decreased attacking frequency of the Mutated Mice.

Yes, as the pile of bodies under Chen Dalong’s feet grew higher, the crazed look in the eyes of the Mutated Mice began to show a tinge of fear.

And with the passage of time, this fear seemed to be magnifying.

When the third minute arrived and the number of Mutated Mice that had died at Chen Dalong’s hand exceeded 600, the mice that had been surrounding him suddenly scattered and fled.

Some charged toward the defensive lines, while others burrowed back into the sewers.

This scene left Chen Dalong, still in a frenzied state of slaughter, slightly startled.

As he watched the Mutated Mice frantically fleeing, he couldn’t help but reveal a wild, triumphant smile on his face.

But at this moment, nobody felt he was being frenzied.

At this time in the live broadcast room, all the comments had uniformly changed to one phrase.

"The Strongest Superhuman!!!"