Furious, An Ze charged straight at Chu Han. Just as he reached out, about to swing a punch that would knock Chu Han to the ground—
**Boom!**
The massive Shura Battle Axe came crashing down with terrifying force. The hard asphalt road was instantly smashed into a huge crater. The black giant axe sank deeply into the ground, and the surface cracked loudly, spreading leftward along the enormous axe blade—connected to Chu Han's blood-drenched arm.
There were no bulging muscles or sleek lines, only simple yet sharply defined joints. Fresh wounds still seeped blood across them. The torn sleeve revealed skin stained with black zombie blood.
**Crack—**
A faint sound of splitting leather suddenly rang out.
An Ze looked down in a daze, staring at the black axe blade that had stopped just millimeters from his toes, pressed right against his polished toenail. A surge of shock and terror flooded his heart.
That single axe strike had sliced straight through his military boot with perfect precision, stopping right in front of his big toe. The icy, deadly touch made his entire body tremble. It had nearly chopped his toe clean off!
And Chu Han? He never once turned his head. He didn't even shift his gaze. His eyes remained fixed solemnly on the platform ahead, never leaving his mother's face for even a second. The devastating power behind that axe swing was pure third-order strength.
He had already reached the third order in stamina, precision, speed, and power.
That one swing instantly caused the eyes of the previously silent soldiers behind them to flash with amazement. A few even showed clear admiration. They could barely track the speed of that strike, and the sheer power was even more terrifying—none of them felt confident they could withstand it.
Li Yi continued standing quietly behind Chu Han without any change in expression. He hadn't reacted even when An Ze charged over. He knew no one could get close to Chu Han, least of all this Major General whose life signal only showed second-order strength.
Wei An was even more focused than Li Yi. From beginning to end, she barely lifted her head. She carefully wiped away the bloodstains and black filth from Chu Han's body bit by bit, as if nothing else in the world could draw her attention.
**Thud!**
The overly frightened An Ze suddenly collapsed onto his ass. His whole body trembled as he stared at the giant black axe right in front of him. The ground it had struck was split by an extremely deep, straight crack.
This utterly undignified scene of An Ze falling to the ground was seen by the soldiers behind him, and their expressions turned extremely ugly. Although An Ze hadn't been injured, their Major General had been scared into a pathetic mess.
Meanwhile, Chu Han's spine remained perfectly straight even while kneeling. Even on his knees, he looked far more imposing and powerful than the terrified, slumped An Ze. Quite a few people even felt that Chu Han—kneeling before the mysterious woman on the platform—appeared taller and more resolute than most of them standing upright.
It was a strange feeling. He was clearly kneeling, clearly lower than everyone else, yet they couldn't help but feel like they were looking up at him.
Chu Han finally spoke amid the chaos. His voice was impossibly calm:
"Anyone who takes one more step closer… dies."
Dominating. Overbearing.
Whoever dared approach—he would kill them!
At this moment, An Ze finally snapped out of his terror. When he realized he had collapsed on the ground in such a humiliating way, nearly pissing himself from fear, a wave of shame and rage exploded inside him.
**Click!**
He chambered a round in his pistol. Without thinking, An Ze pointed the gun straight at Chu Han. However—
**Click!**
A cold sensation suddenly pressed against An Ze's temple. He jerked violently in fright, and the exquisite pistol clattered to the ground. An Ze instinctively raised both hands, then slowly turned his head like a machine.
Ding Siyao had his sniper rifle shouldered, the barrel pressed firmly against An Ze's temple—so hard that An Ze's head was forced sharply to the side.
Looking at the scene before him, An Ze was completely stunned. He stared at Ding Siyao in disbelief: "Ding Siyao, what the hell do you mean by this?"
An Ze was utterly shocked. Ding Siyao had actually pointed a sniper rifle at him. This wasn't some ordinary handgun—one shot and his head would explode like a watermelon.
"Exactly what it looks like," Ding Siyao said coldly. "If you dare point a gun at Chu Han, I'll dare to blow your brains out."
Ding Siyao's words were hard and domineering, but what shocked everyone the most was the name that came out of his mouth.
**Chu Han?!**
An Ze was completely dumbfounded. He turned his head stiffly to look at the kneeling Chu Han, who somehow looked even more imposing than when standing: "He… He's Chu Han?!"
The group of soldiers behind him also instantly exploded with surprise. Shocked voices broke out all at once.
"He's Chu Han?"
"That Chu Han? The only person in all of China under twenty years old to receive an S+ comprehensive rating—twice?"
"The number one on the second-order combat strength ranking—Chu Han?"
"The Chu Han who fought seven hundred people against an eighteen-thousand-strong zombie horde and slaughtered the entire tide without losing a single soldier in the Dead City battle?"
"Oh my god! I actually got to see Chu Han in person? Quick, pinch me—is this a dream? Chu Han is my idol!"
"Wait… didn't his life signal just show third-order strength a moment ago?!"
"Holy shit! My idol leveled up so fast—he's already third-order!"
Chu Han's name was known to everyone across China. He was like a living legend, a benchmark that showed all of humanity what miracles and true strength looked like.
Just as everyone was shocked beyond words, a sudden rumbling sound of helicopter rotors approached from a distance. Under the bright lights, they could already see a slightly smaller helicopter flying in. Without any hesitation, it landed directly on the open ground.
No one made any sudden moves, because they had already recognized the helicopter belonged to the official military, coming from Shangjing.
Only Ding Siyao's eyes flashed with a trace of confusion as he looked at the steadily descending helicopter.
Li Yi and Wei An were also drawn by the noise and turned to look.
A strange light flickered in An Ze's eyes. He carefully tilted his head away from the sniper barrel. Ding Siyao only glanced at him once and didn't stop him. An Ze finally breathed a sigh of relief and quickly retreated several meters away from Ding Siyao.
The only person who showed no interest in the newly arrived helicopter was Chu Han. He still didn't turn around, nor did his expression change in the slightest.
**Click!**
The helicopter door opened. The first thing that caught everyone's eye was a pair of women's military boots. Then came a pair of long, snow-white legs stepping out, followed by a proud, alluring figure and a stunningly beautiful, seductive face.
**Shang Jiudi had arrived.**
The moment Shang Jiudi appeared, everyone collectively sucked in a cold breath. The soldiers exchanged glances. Hadn't Shang Jiudi been sent to escort Shangguan Yuxin to Nandu? Why would she suddenly appear here?
Ding Siyao was also stunned for a moment, then frowned in thought. Wolf Fang's Shang Jiudi? What was she doing here?
An Ze's eyes, however, lit up brightly, filled with excitement. Shang Jiudi—the youngest female Major General in Shangjing, the dream lover of countless single soldiers in the military, and an absolute top-tier beauty. It was rare to even catch a glimpse of her normally, yet she had actually come here?!