Chapter 909: Chapter 264: Individual Combat Strength (Part 3)

Zuo Jing couldn’t possibly be truly scared by Chen Ming’s appearance. Immediately, a security captain holding an electromagnetic rifle shouted at Chen Ming, "Stop!"

The others quickly aimed their guns at Chen Ming’s forehead.

"Hands up! Kneel down! Crawl over slowly!"

Chen Ming’s mouth twitched, his feet exerted force, and with a soul-piercing sonic boom, he vanished instantly from the spot.

"He..."

Before the startled crowd could react to Chen Ming’s sudden disappearance, he had already dashed into the center of the crowd surrounding him outside.

At this moment, Chen Ming didn’t even make any attacking move; he simply collided into them.

Just from this, severed limbs and blood began to fly amid the crowd.

Screams and gunshots erupted everywhere.

But none of Zuo Jing’s members could hit Chen Ming with their guns, instead hitting their own people more often.

Even if by some luck they did hit him, there was no effect at all.

Chen Ming’s terrifying speed made those in Zuo Jing who had some sense immediately react and yell at the surrounding people: "He’s a Psychic!"

As the word "Psychic" was shouted out, Chen Ming initially thought it might at least intimidate them somehow, but the Zuo Jing members one by one still maintained their crazy momentum, fiercely trying to kill him, completely disregarding him.

And the security captain, who had spoken without directly being killed by Chen Ming, also reemerged and shouted, "Psychics are people too! Hold him down!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a dozen or so people relatively close to Chen Ming bravely grabbed him, shouting, "The light of Luder shines forever!"

Soon afterward, the smell of explosives suddenly emanated from their bodies.

There was a tangible, violent explosion beside Chen Ming.

Even though the explosion killed many of Zuo Jing’s own people, these members showed no hesitation during their self-destruct.

After believing in Zuo Jing, they practically lost the ability to judge for themselves, purely living and dying for the concept of Zuo Jing.

The brainwashing technology was evident.

However, as the dust from the explosion gradually cleared.

Inside, apart from the shattered bodies of Zuo Jing, there was no corpse of Chen Ming.

Standing in the center of the smoke was a tall and fierce creature.

It was the product of Chen Ming’s fusion with all the technological essence of the Insect Queen, a special combat unit of the Insect Race.

The pitch-black, humanoid giant insect stood there, like a black monarch surveying everything.

The aura it emitted even made the Zuo Jing members feel afraid.

This fear wasn’t from their brainwashed minds, but the instinctual fear of living beings.

After fear came even more hysterical madness.

The explosives had just cleared the area around Chen Ming, giving Zuo Jing another chance to attack.

Yet this time Chen Ming didn’t dodge or rush into the crowd again; the black giant insect simply stayed motionless, enduring the firepower from all directions.

Next, Zuo Jing saw what despair truly meant.

No attack method they had could inflict any effective damage on this armored shell.

All bullets were deflected, leaving not even the tiniest scratch, with many bullets bouncing back into other Zuo Jing members, once again causing chaos.

And that pitch-black giant insect remained standing calmly throughout, treating all Zuo Jing members as if they were nothing.

However, at that moment, Chen Ming didn’t want to move, as he was accustomed to this body.

After getting used to An Wuping’s body, switching to this Insect Race special combat unit’s body, whose strength was countless times greater than Chen Ming could perceive, needed getting used to.

Otherwise, Chen Ming was really worried that just one casual movement might completely disrupt the fundamental structure of the Space Station.

Speaking of which, Chen Ming realized he had always called this body An Wuping or the Insect Race special combat unit.

He never gave this form an appropriate name.

Maybe it would be better to name it?

Black Insect King? Black Giant Insect?

These names sound a bit unpleasant; perhaps simply calling it Insectified Form would be best, since this body likely has potential for future advancement.

If it changes again in the future, perhaps it’ll need another name; Insectified Form is quite fitting.

As Chen Ming pondered the naming issue in front of the increasingly frenzied Zuo Jing members, those members suddenly all moved away from Chen Ming’s side.

The reason was above; the large-scale weapons outside the space station had been activated, and were now redirected towards the interior of the space station.

Chen Ming knew that these independent space stations generally possessed some medium-to-large weapons as defense mechanisms.

Although typically these space station weapons were downgraded versions, unable to acquire military-grade large weapons.

But no matter how you look at it, large weapons can only be mounted on Cruisers, at least they used to be, and undoubtedly, their power is undeniable.

Yet despite being able to dodge at that moment, Chen Ming had no intention of evading.

He wanted to give it a try.

The Insectified Form of Chen Ming opened the eye slits that had remained closed.

Only at this moment did Zuo Jing see the pair of crimson eyes emitting chaotic aura, and their noisy voices significantly reduced once more.

But then, their voices rose again, and they instead felt a slight thrill.