Wasteland Border Inspector - Chapter 567
Chapter 567: Chapter 202: A Clear Path, the Road of a Leader!
“If you really encounter it, you must first blind its eyes, and then use kite tactics…”
“But with nearly 15 times the strength, if it even brushes against you, it feels like it would cause severe injury.”
Cheng Ye pondered silently, picked up the enamel mug next to him, and gulped down two big cups of water.
Since the panel clearly indicated that a small ingestion of Poison Crystal shards would not cause parasitism, and there were methods to remove the parasites if they appeared, he stopped scaring himself with unfounded fears.
In contrast, the strange footsteps that had sounded behind him earlier still made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end in retrospect.
Hence, there was a bit of “personal grudge” in the kick he delivered to that middle-aged parasite host.
“With the Extraordinary State and the unleashing of Iron Body’s strength limit, how powerful was my kick?”
Cheng Ye couldn’t help but recall the feeling at that time.
A normal person can perceive the strength through reaction force, but once he activated Iron Body, he lost the sensation and feedback, making it impossible to gauge his current power level.
Unluckily, Happiness City lacked testing equipment and there was no sparring partner to allow him to fully unleash his strength without restraint, making direct testing of destructive power impossible.
Additionally, Cheng Ye attempted to summon the Flame.
The little guy was still asleep, but the connection allowing symbiotic fusion remained intact.
This indicated that the two hovering jumps earlier had not reached the current capacity limit of the Flame.
“When pushing off and charging forward, I can use the momentum to hover and kick from the air, which is at least a third stronger than kicking from the ground, with an even more elusive attack angle. People who haven’t seen this move won’t be able to defend, and taking a hit would cost them half their life.”
Thinking of this, Cheng Ye put away the Firewood Communication and lifted his hand to remove the helmet.
Having worn it all day, from the initial suffocating discomfort to the later accustomed feeling, being able to breathe freely now made his lungs feel a burst of refreshing clarity.
The smell in the air also became more distinct; no wonder those infection sources targeted human pioneers. The scent of burnt vine from the afternoon still lingered, and there was an even more intense smell of “living human.”
The mingled scent of hundreds of people filled the air, dispersing the lingering decay in the abandoned buildings of Dapo Town and bringing a fresh vitality.
He gazed at the distant camp, his gaze becoming somewhat entranced.
At this hour, after a whole day of work, the residents were still tirelessly knocking and hammering.
Around the parking lot, circles of steel plates were nailed onto wooden stakes, bundles of barbed wire were wrapped around the outside, and even the gaps were filled with gravel.
None of this was in his prior plans; it was all led by Sun Dazheng, who guided everyone to do it voluntarily.
This group of people from a small wilderness gathering place perhaps lacked a broad perspective and did not understand complex tactical planning, but hidden in them was the purest wisdom of “how to survive.”
Without needing his urging or anyone teaching them what to do, they knew instinctively to reinforce the defenses and hide supplies; this innate survival instinct, akin to self-propulsion, was more reassuring than any thorough plan.
At some point, Wang Kang walked over, also removing his helmet, with a matching enamel mug in hand.
Seeing him sitting on the ground in a “deflated” manner, Wang Kang paused, visibly stunned.
“Sit down, why are you standing there flustered?”
Cheng Ye turned his head and patted a clean spot beside him.
While he was leading people to clear out the surrounding wilderness, Wang Kang hadn’t been idle, as could be seen from his current state.
The battle armor was covered with traces left by gray stones, and the visor was layered with dust.
His face looked somewhat sallow, and his lips were pale, clearly having participated in the residents’ construction efforts.
Sitting down in the place Cheng Ye patted, Wang Kang took a sip of water and said in a hoarse voice, “Brother Cheng, I just heard a burst of gunfire, is it… another big event?”
Although he deliberately lowered his voice, the trembling in his tone was even more apparent.
“Don’t overthink, it’s not a big deal, there’s a way to solve it.”
Cheng Ye shook his head. Even if it was detected tonight that someone was infected, it could wait until the next morning to handle.
Moreover, now was the time when manpower was needed to prevent nighttime attacks, and there was no need to say it now and cause chaos.
Additionally, glancing at the enamel mug in Wang Kang’s hand, he swallowed back the words that were about to escape his mouth.
Perhaps Wang Kang had also been infected by the Ghost Water Cave Crab, but since parasitism could be removed, there was no need to hurry to tell him now; if problems were detected the next day, he’d be the first to go through dehydration.
Yet this hesitant demeanor only made Wang Kang more uneasy.
After hesitating for a few seconds, he couldn’t help but ask, “Brother Cheng, are you afraid?”
“Me? Afraid?”
Cheng Ye instinctively responded, wanting to laugh.
But the moment he spoke, he paused, finding himself at a loss for words.
Fear is a multifaceted emotion, and he knew Wang Kang didn’t mean danger or those monsters.
Instead, it was the wavering of the previously set pioneering plan under constant changes, a bit of uncertainty about the path ahead.
After a moment.
Cheng Ye slowly nodded, saying with candor, “I’m indeed not as bold as you think, that kind of uncontrollable fear might be that my body hasn’t fully adapted to the rhythm of the wilderness yet.”
Having said this, he suddenly paused, feeling a little relieved.
Yes, being afraid, feeling fear is not something shameful.
In the crisis-ridden wilderness, in the abandoned town’s pioneering, who could truly not be a bit flustered?
Moreover, the essence of his fear wasn’t those infected bodies, infection sources, or tangible enemies.