Stepping on Qu Hang's body with a sense of nostalgia, Pei Yan was in no rush to slaughter the others, watching as the four before him slowly staggered up from the ground.

Such damage was negligible in the face of the abnormal recovery abilities of those with superpowers.

Qi Yongfu, wiping clean the blood oozing from his ear to restore his hearing, stared at the mechanical madman before him, and glanced at his companions, only to see that apart from Wei Chuan, the others had already developed thoughts of retreat.

"We are doomed to die today, but if you think I'll be a lamb to your slaughter and a stepping stone for your ascension, you're wrong! Hmph!" Qi Yongfu spat on the ground, tore off his upper garment, and viciously declared, "Even if I die, I'll tear a piece of flesh from you!"

Facing Qi Yongfu's declaration of fighting to the death, Pei Yan nodded appreciatively, closed his helmet, and the flames jetting from under his feet made Qu Hang's body beneath him sizzle as his body levitated into the air.

"Everyone be careful! He's about to repeat his tricks!" Wei Chuan shouted a warning upon seeing this.

However, just as Pei Yan had reached about ten meters mid-air, his body suddenly dropped and instantly turned into a silvery flash, disappearing from view.

Tricked! As the thought arose, Wei Chuan swung his broadsword to guard himself, but Pei Yan's target was not him. With a whirlwind rushing past, he turned to find Pei Yan standing behind another person.

As he watched this unfamiliar companion clutching his ear, oblivious before the cannon shell that pierced and tore through his body, he exploded into shards without even a chance to scream.

The one screaming in agony wasn't the ill-fated one now beyond death's grasp, having been blasted to smithereens before he could utter a sound.

Qi Yongfu, flung to the ground and clutching his bleeding arm, roared in defiance. Despite just a glancing blow from the speeding cannon shell, a chunk of flesh was torn from his left arm, twisting and deforming it.

With Pei Yan stepping slowly over the mangled remains and walking towards him, Wei Chuan let out a loud cry, channeling all his internal power, and lunged forward, swinging his broadsword down at Pei Yan.

Unmoved, Pei Yan didn't evade. With a flick of his right hand, metal fluid surged forth, forming a long lance which he caught with both hands, holding it above his head.

"Bang!" The sound of metal clashing violently reverberated across the field.

"Hey! Yah! Ah!" With Wei Chuan's shouted exertion, veins bulging in his arms, he pushed down his broadsword bent against Pei Yan, the ground beneath them cracking open under the enormous pressure, their feet sank into the earth.

Yet, no matter how much strength Wei Chuan applied, his opponent didn't budge an inch, the broadsword unable to advance further.

In their stalemate, Wei Chuan heard the roar of an engine before he could react. Suddenly, Pei Yan exerted force, parrying with his lance which nullified Wei Chuan's strength, then swept horizontally with the spear.

"Bang!" A piercing metallic clang resounded again, as Wei Chuan, managing to block the sweep with his blade, felt it go numb in his hands, nearly losing grip.

Just then, a flicker of blue behind Pei Yan followed by a brief hum and another foe with a blown apart upper body crumpled, having attempted a sneak attack during the standstill, unaware that Pei Yan's all-seeing view had already marked him. The metal storm extending from Pei Yan's back shredded him to pieces.

Unyielding, Wei Chuan shouted, "Scum! Face this strike if you dare!"

No sooner had he spoken than he saw Pei Yan comply, raising his spear in anticipation, prompting Wei Chuan to smile in satisfaction, feeling that his death would be worth it.

"Bare Form!" With this cry, Wei Chuan's muscular body shrank as he relinquished all protective internal power, concentrating it into his arms and the blade, which swelled immensely as he swung down at Pei Yan once more.

Yet, just as Wei Chuan resolutely swung his final strike, the blade about to meet the lance, Pei Yan smirked mockingly under his visor, vanishing in a flash of light.

The broadsword struck the earth, its impact shaking the ground violently thrice, sending qi cascading in a straight line, tearing open a deep fissure.

The empty strike, coupled with the disgrace of being toyed with, left Wei Chuan spitting blood, dropping his sword, "You coward! Scoundrel!"

Ignoring the insults from the weakened, drained Wei Chuan, Pei Yan approached Qi Yongfu, eyeing the nearly healed left arm with a cold smile, "Recovered enough?"

"You have the power to kill me in one blow. Why go to such lengths? Are you so fond of this cat and mouse game?" Qi Yongfu mocked, standing with his left arm supported.

"Maybe so. I cherish every battle with superpowered individuals for the valuable combat experience they provide!" With a glance at the two bodies he'd exterminated, Pei Yan remarked, "They offered no such value; you do!"

"Well then, I am truly honored! They say a man's words are kind at the brink of his demise, so let me impart some wisdom to you as your senior."

"I'm all ears!"

"Always kill your enemy if you have the chance. Never leave him an opportunity! Steel Crusher!" With these words, Qi Yongfu slammed his right hand into the ground.

Immediately, Pei Yan noticed the ground beneath him vibrate subtly, then shift, revealing two massive steel crushers in a frenzy to devour his form.

Staying composed, Pei Yan readied to take flight as his engine roared to life, but Qi Yongfu shouted once more, "Compression Crush!"—suddenly, the sky darkened, and Pei Yan looked up to see a cylindrical iron pillar appear overhead, descending to crush him.

"Bare Form!" came Wei Chuan's frantic cry from behind, as he forcibly tapped into his dwindling force to leap up, clutching Pei Yan tightly, dragging him down.

"Forget me! Crush him!" Wei Chuan screamed desperately, glaring at the descending pillar with a hero's resolve.

"Sigh, this scene makes me look like the villain here!"

Dragging along Wei Chuan's bisected body, still clutching his waist, Pei Yan casually approached Qi Yongfu, who knelt on the ground, devoid of resistance.

Just before the pillar touched down, dozens of drones had emerged from Pei Yan, clinging to the pillar's underside, halting its momentum. Relentlessly, Pei Yan exited the trap zone as the drones dispersed, allowing the unfortunate Wei Chuan to meet his end.

"I still managed to tear a piece from you, didn't I?" Qi Yongfu smirked bitterly, kneeling on the ground with all defenses down.

Watching his mangled, mechanical leg, Pei Yan raised his right hand to form a massive revolver and spoke calmly, "You did! Tell me your name; I'll remember your lesson forever!"

"Qi Yongfu!"

"Bang!"

A gunshot! A life ends!