The fuse to ignite the gunpowder depot was very simple, and in fact, laughable.
These were two groups of superhumans who had just completed a difficult cultivation session and were full of vigor and hunger. Their gazes were fixed on the last Sturdy Lizard's spine at a window in a cafeteria.
In truth, the Adamantine Lizard was not a unique Hell Beast or even an Apocalyptic Beast.
Even though its spine was as sturdy as steel, with the large pressure cooker with crystals added to it, they only needed to wait for five minutes before they could cook a tender, braised spine.
Besides, there was monster meat at the windows beside them that contained even more spirit energy than the Adamantine Lizard's spine. It was also more delicious.
However, the two groups of superhumans started arguing like two groups of hooligans over a small spine.
Of course, they were not fighting over a spine.
The deeper reason was that the older brother of the superhuman from Universe Corporation had used the newest gene medicine in the morning to execute a killing move that had never been seen before and sent a bottom-level officer from the Red Dragon Army flying off the arena. The officer had fallen unconscious, and he had not woken up yet.
The furious superhuman standing on the other side of the Adamantine Lizard's spine was the unconscious officer's closest comrade. They had saved each other's lives countless times during the past half a year of intense fighting.
And the older brother of the Universe Corporation superhuman did not gain any benefits.
Even though he won the arena and forcefully snatched the mining rights to a crystal mine from the Red Dragon Army for Universe Corporation, he was still in a daze.
But since the new gene medicine was incredibly unstable and he had activated his vitality magnetic field to execute his killing move, he lost control of his body.
Before he could return to Universe Corporation's base, he suffered from spirit energy deviation and suffered a severe brain hemorrhage.
Apparently, his entire nervous system, including his spinal cord, was crushed to a pulp by the rampaging spirit energy.
If things went wrong, the consequences would be even worse than the unconscious officer.
In the morning, both sides had been cheering for their contestants by the arena, and they had etched each other's faces into their minds.
Looking at the miserable state of his own side, intense anger and resentment brewed in the bottom of his heart.
At this moment, they met on a narrow path in the cafeteria. It was the meeting of enemies, and their eyes burned with hatred.
Not to mention the Diamond Lizard's spine, even if they looked at each other in the crowd and said, "What are you worried about? What's wrong with looking at you?", it would be enough to start a bloody battle.
That was indeed the truth.
Both sides weren't aiming for the Diamond Lizard's spine.
She didn't care who walked to the window first or who queued first.
In order to keep the peace, the cafeteria staff even took out better ingredients than the Diamond Lizard's spine, but they still couldn't quell their fighting spirit.
Both sides attacked at the same time.
In the beginning, it was just a conflict between the younger brother of the superhuman from Universe Corporation who had gone through spirit energy deviation and the closest comrade of a bottom-level officer.
As their fists and legs intersected with each other, spirit flames surged, and soon, his companions were dragged into the fight.
After half a month of the arena tournament, no, to be more precise, it should be said that after dozens of years of conflict accumulation, fermentation, suppression, and fermentation.
On this day, their common enemy, the monster civilization, was completely destroyed.
The superhumans who ate in the cafeteria came from all sorts of forces of power, had all sorts of stances, and were held hostage by countless grudges.
All of them had rampaging flames burning in their hearts. All of them had a few enemies, and all of them wanted to snatch more cultivation resources so that they could climb to a higher cultivation realm.
Anger was like the deadliest virus.
But greed stimulated it, and it created even more mutations.
As the vitality magnetic fields of both sides in the chaotic battle swept out like tidal waves, a chain reaction was stirred up, and more people's spirit energy resonated with them.
More people were dragged into the fight, and the situation gradually went out of control.
It has to be known that a superhuman was equivalent to a human-shaped tank or a human-shaped beast.
When a hundred human-shaped tanks and a hundred human-shaped ferocious beasts raged in the cafeteria, even the spacious cafeteria could not withstand the impact of the hurricane that swept across the cafeteria.
Meng Chao was not in the cafeteria at that time.
He had just finished training for maximum fighting endurance, which lasted twenty-four hours. He was so hungry that he felt dizzy, so he staggered to the cafeteria.
Before he reached the entrance of the cafeteria, he heard a loud crash. The wall and ceiling at the southeast corner of the cafeteria collapsed.
There were also colorful and extremely hot spirit flames that roared out of the terrifying hole.
It was as if someone was controlling an anti-aircraft cannon and firing randomly inside.
"What's going on?!"
Meng Chao was dumbfounded when he sensed the spirit energy magnetic field in the cafeteria.
Fortunately, it was already past mealtime.
There were not a lot of superhumans eating in the cafeteria.
The superhumans who heard the news and came over could still maintain their rationality for the time being.
Regardless of which organization they belonged to or which side they stood on, everyone worked together to rush into the swaying cafeteria and separate the bruised and bruised parties from each other.
"Ma Hong?"
Meng Chao looked at a young military officer in camouflage uniform. His face was covered in blood, but it looked like it was burning. He was incredibly fierce, and Meng Chao could not help but be shocked.
Ma Hong was someone he was familiar with.
In the past, when he had just gotten into Agricultural University's martial arts course, he had tactfully rejected the kind offers from the ace lecturers and insisted on becoming Blade Dancer Gu Jianbo's disciple.
He went to the martial arts refresher course that Gu Jianbo led. At that time, the class rep was Ma Hong, who had come to Agricultural University from the Red Dragon Army for a short-term refresher course.
Like many of the bottom-level officers in the Red Dragon Army, Ma Hong was also a broken-star superhuman.
However, he lacked a foundation and cultivation resources, so the awakening process was very dangerous, which was why most of the spirit meridians exploded and withered. Only a few of them could be used, so they leveled up slowly and had a very low upper limit.
Before the Ultimate Style was born, many of the superhumans who came from rich families, received good education, and had a lot of resources did not even treat broken-star superhumans as their own kind. They believed that they were not even one-star superhumans and were just broken-star superhumans.
Meng Chao himself was a broken-star superhuman.
Hence, he knew how broken-star superhumans felt.
Broken-star superhumans were usually proud, sensitive, and had a lot of pride.
But when they thought about the people who were born with golden chopsticks in their mouths and were destined to rise to the top while they were still in their mothers' wombs and were favored by fate, they could not help but feel upset.
Humans are such strange creatures.
If they really lacked talent and fated chances, they would be powerless normal people for the rest of their lives.
When they saw superhumans who stood high above them, they might not feel much of a stir in their hearts.
But they had worked tirelessly and risked their lives to awaken to supernatural abilities. They were already halfway into the exciting new world.
But most of their spirit meridians had been destroyed, so they could not get a lot of cultivation resources. Hence, they were just dabblers their entire lives. They seemed to be only half a step away from becoming rich, but they never had the chance to catch up to the rich children who had everything because it was only natural for them.
This contrast was something Meng Chao could not tolerate.
Meng Chao believed that it was because he could not tolerate it anymore that Ma Hong became the other tester for Project 1024 and contributed greatly to the birth of the Ultimate Style.
Meng Chao admired Ma Hong a lot.
As the first tester of the Ultimate Style, he knew very well just how much of a burden and pain would be brought to his body when he used gene medicine with different formulas and the stimulation of powerful electricity.
He had the contribution point system, which allowed him to continuously repair his damaged cells, which was why he could withstand the torture of being tempered.
Ma Hong had nothing. The only thing he had was his unyielding will, the pride of the Red Dragon Army, and the indignation of being a broken-star superhuman.
Hence, when the Ultimate Style became a great success, Meng Chao and Gu Jianbo did not forget about Ma Hong's contributions.
To the best of their abilities, they provided Ma Hong and his comrades, who were the students in the martial arts refresher course, with the most advanced cultivation facilities and the most abundant cultivation resources.
Based on what Meng Chao knew, Ma Hong and his comrades used the Ultimate Style to repair their damaged spirit meridians. Once they broke free of the limitations of being broken-star superhumans, their cultivation realms increased by leaps and bounds, and their fighting strength increased by leaps and bounds.
They were the backbone of the Red Dragon Army's squads.
Now, they were the pillars of support at the grassroots level of the military.
And Ma Hong was a passionate person. He treated people sincerely, and he was a righteous person. No matter what kind of trouble his friends ran into, he would do his best to help them.
His personality allowed him to form a lot of friendships and connections.
In the beginning, when the Broken Star Club was just formed, Ma Hong had even been the club leader for a period of time.
But later, the Broken Star Club grew larger and gradually moved down the path of formalization and organization. Because of his status as a Red Dragon Army soldier, he resigned as the club leader.
But he was still a veteran member of the Broken Star Club. He actively introduced the essence of the Ultimate Style into the Red Dragon Army and made quite a number of Broken Star Club members who were owners of small and medium-sized enterprises work together with the Red Dragon Army. He was quite famous and influential among the hundreds of thousands of Broken Star Club members.
Meng Chao did not doubt that if the canteen was filled with ten thousand superhumans, at least five hundred of them would be Ma Hong's best friends.
At least five hundred of them were Ma Hong's diehard followers, one thousand were his friends, and three to five thousand had heard of his name. Moreover, whenever he had a conflict with others, they would subconsciously stand on his side.
Even Ma Hong was dragged into the conflict that day. By the looks of it, while he suffered "major losses", he also had "great achievements". The anger in his eyes made him look as if he wanted to continue fighting.
Meng Chao felt a headache coming on.
He wanted to go up and suppress Ma Hong.
But the people inside and outside the canteen had already filled up the messy center of the canteen.
Meng Chao could not activate maglev, so he flew over.
According to the rules in the superhuman circle, when a person was still angry and had their weapons drawn, they could not easily fly over and point their feet and crotch at others.
Otherwise, it would be very easy for others to think that they were looking down on them and looking down on them.
Then, they would become the target of attention.
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