Pierre Durant arrived with a large number of heavily armed soldiers and powerful fighters, exuding authority. This display of national power inspired awe and instilled fear in onlookers.
The people on the grand avenue of the academy watched as the soldiers with their menacing presence, daring to express their anger but not daring to speak out. They quietly avoided the group, but curiosity was evident in their eyes. Who would be in trouble, having attracted such trouble?
"Quick! Seize the people and take down this woman who defies the federation!" Pierre Durant stood at the entrance of 21st Public High School, pointing at Ros, his heart burning with fury.
"Teach this woman a lesson, hmph!" The seductively dressed secretary stomped her high-heeled, stocking-clad legs. She was extremely displeased with the woman from head to toe, and now, with her resistance, she was determined to teach her a lesson and put an end to her pretentiousness.
Ros, seeing the group of soldiers, knew that most of them were recruited and trained by the Durant family. His military rank and official position had no effect on them and he had no intention of wasting time. He quickly tucked the young girl under his arm, his breath heavy, having not moved his muscles for many days.
Sensing the excellent condition of his body, Ros's powerful physique resounded with the pounding of his heart, the rush of blood, and the thunderous sound, like the roar of a river rushing through a tunnel. His hands, covered in calluses, quickly turned a dark black.
The soldiers listened as Pierre Durant ordered them to use live ammunition to capture a woman and a man. They felt very displeased, but as the Durant family's armed forces, they had no choice but to obey orders, despite their reluctance.
But the next moment, everyone felt terror as the woman's blood roared through her body, her movements causing her bones to resonate, making a crackling sound like thunder. The most formidable captain who approached to seize her was instantly killed with a single blow, his high-tech nano-technology helmet, designed to withstand armor-piercing bullets, turned into a mere lump.
The three who acted with the captain did not even see her movements, but they were sent flying. Their chests were already caved in, a human-shaped tyrannosaurus!
"Fire! Fire at will!" "Ah! Open fire! What are you waiting for?"
Amidst the hysterical shouts, a sudden contrast left everyone stunned, their minds blank, only feeling fear as Ros seemed to be a dangerous beast, especially after she crushed the captain's head with her bare hand, blood and brains splattering everywhere. The disgust of Pierre Durant and his female secretary was evident, their bowels loosening in terror.
They were on the verge of fainting, having never witnessed such violent and ferocious scenes. They were accustomed to ordering others around and anyone who dared to resist the representatives of their country's machinery. Now, they had suddenly fallen from their heaven into someone else's hell and were eager to leave, even if it meant passing out.
But watching Ros kill without any opposition, even the soldiers who continued to violate regulations by firing were unable to stop her advance.
Ros kicked a soldier in the ribs as he was shooting, instantly causing him to collapse, blood gushing out from several white, fishy-looking ribs that protruded from the other side.
This woman was as swift as a tiger, as strong as a tyrannosaurus, and her rampage made it difficult for the soldiers to maintain their formation. Gradually, they lost their courage, and her murderous aura matched her dangerous beauty.
To outsiders witnessing the scene of bullet-riddled chaos at the school gates, the ferocity of the battle was unimaginable. Only those who saw it with their own eyes truly knew how badly the group was being defeated. Despite having over two hundred personnel and over a dozen ability fighters, along with their formidable firepower, they couldn't even touch Ros's clothes.
Ros barely exerted herself, only releasing her hidden strength a few times, but she managed to shatter her own shoes. Now, she stood barefoot in a pool of blood, looking at the soldiers who had fallen dead, and only then did she stop, watching the remaining few ability fighters. She sighed deeply, slowed her breathing, and spoke with a heavy heart, "Your abilities are hard-earned and a treasure of the federation. I don't want to destroy you. Take the remaining people and leave!"
The ability fighters, who had been left behind, felt as if they had been granted amnesty. They swore never to encounter this woman again. She was not just a pretty face, but a veritable mother tyrannosaurus or even a high-level ability fighter of the federation. Facing her and experiencing life-and-death struggles would be beneficial for their future battles.
With the other injured ability fighters, it seemed that Ros had spared them. They gratefully nodded their heads toward this woman, who seemed like a war god, and quickly departed.
Pierre Durant and his seductively dressed female secretary were left dumbfounded, trembling in the pool of blood, having lost control of their bodily functions. They watched Ros walk through the blood, stirring it up into a gurgling stream. Her once beautiful face was now devoid of its charm, and any desires they once harbored were long gone. She appeared to them as a grim reaper.
Pierre Durant's legs trembled and gave out, and he knelt in the pool of blood, begging for mercy, "Please don't kill me! I am part of the Durant family, please don't kill me!"
"Don't..." In Ros's eyes, these two were not even worthy of being clowns. She had no special preference for watching someone beg for mercy. To her, these two were despicable and not even worth as much as ants.
With a swift kick, Pierre Durant's head exploded instantly, splattering the female secretary's face.
In those short few seconds, the female secretary felt as if she had spent hundreds of years in hell, being bitten by countless evil spirits. The sensation of losing consciousness felt so good.
"You are simply too arrogant, as if the federal law means nothing to you. You deserve to die!" The high-ranking members of the Durant family arrived and watched as Ros blew up Pierre Durant's head in front of them. They understood that this was her way of warning them, but it only made them angrier. They had not left the family for years and had forgotten people like them, who had defended the Yellow River valley, treating them like sick cats!
The former Durant family was once a powerful and influential family, and Pierre Durant was a man of talent and wealth, envied for his good looks. However, he disliked the family's politics and power struggles, taking his runaway elder brother, Kim Durant, as a role model. He even changed his name and ran alone to the Inner Mongolia grasslands, dancing with the heavens and the earth, obsessed with the ancient martial arts of China. Even though he was surnamed Durant. Engaging in such non-traditional activities almost led to his expulsion from the family tree. However, when the human defense war broke out and various high-tech weapons almost failed, many descendants of the Durant family died. Pierre Durant, alone, rode in like a white knight and took up the mantle of the Durant family, becoming the second most powerful member of the family.
Ros looked at the man who suddenly appeared, sitting on a horse with the aura of an ancient general. He appeared to be in his thirties, but people like him, who were ability fighters, knew how to maintain and control their strength, living longer than ordinary people. He might already be in his forties, or even older. Ros was on guard, slightly crouching, ready for action.
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"Horse stance! This is good, although simple. Those who don't understand the horse stance will never comprehend its true meaning."
Sitting on his white horse, Greg Durant looked at Ros as she assumed the horse stance amidst the scattered limbs and dismembered bodies. He became interested. "Little girl! Who are you?"
"Rockefeller," Ros replied expressionlessly, feeling immense pressure from this man. He was at least a high-ranking officer.
"Your abilities are quite impressive, but after killing so many people, I need to give the Durant family an explanation. I wasn't planning on interfering, but you are a bit too wild and uncontrolled. It won't be good for you in the future. If you can withstand my three strikes, this matter will be over between us." Greg Durant spoke earnestly.
"I know my methods are too ruthless and have caused great harm, but I don't have time to worry about these things!" Ros responded.
Rose looked resolute, well aware of the art of cultivating qi in the huaxia national martial arts. She knew that she would not explode until she reached the point of no return, but she did not have time to cultivate this qi. The world could erupt into a major war at any moment, so she had to take shortcuts!
"You've lost your way," said Greg Durant upon seeing this young woman, who was both talented and beautiful, and he had thoughts of taking her as a disciple. However, her beliefs were deeply ingrained and difficult to change, which led him to sigh in resignation.
"Come on!" Rose shook her head, suddenly moved, and unleashed her full power. Her strike was even more terrifying, creating ripples in the blood pool and splattering blood.
Motionless like a maiden, but swift as a tiger, she was as fragile as a twig once she moved!
Greg Durant couldn't help but comment, while pulling the reins of his horse. This was no ordinary breed of horse, with thick muscles covering its body and legs as thick as a tiger's, and its blood-red eyes radiating a fierce light. This horse, known as "Tiger Devourer," was a mutant horse that had gained the abilities of a general after the radiation, and it was in sync with his will.
The muscles twisted together like hemp ropes, displaying immense explosive power. The horse reared up, roaring like a dragon, standing upright like a soaring giant dragon.
"This horse even has the abilities of a general," Rose felt the tremendous power and explosiveness of this mutant horse, which was terrifying at 70 meters per second. However, it was not as agile as a human. Greg Durant, leveraging the horse's power and his own formidable momentum, wielded a powerful strike that seemed capable of conjuring a storm. What was the difference between this and a real locomotive?
With a thunderous roar, the train reached bullet speed and flew past in an instant. The ear-splitting sound reverberated in her ears as Rose faced her impending death.
Bang! Rose had already closed her eyes, resigned to her fate. Such a powerful existence truly upheld the backbone of the Federation and dying at their hands did not betray her beliefs.
Suddenly, she heard a gunshot. With her familiarity with firearms, she recognized it as the Swiss SauerSSG3000 sniper rifle, the most accurate single-shot rifle.
Seeing Greg Durant momentarily stunned, she knew her opportunity had come. Her five fingers clenched together like sharp horns, viciously striking the horse's tendons. In an instant, the Tiger Devourer horse was severely injured and thrown to the side. Greg Durant pressed against the horse's back, showing restraint due to his concern for the horse, and Rose seized the opportunity. She flipped and landed a powerful imprint on Greg Durant's chest, causing him to be blasted away into the air.
The sudden turn of events was too abrupt for both of them to prepare for. However, Rose's strong combat awareness seized the opportunity to injure Greg Durant.
He who spends his days hunting geese may unexpectedly end up blinding himself with a goose's peck. This time, she had narrowly avoided the bullet, only to suffer such a significant setback. How ironic!
Greg Durant coughed as he stood up, realizing that no matter how well he maintained his vitality, his age was catching up to him. Rose's powerful blow had already injured him at his core.
"I've lost!" Despite the fact that Greg Durant's earlier distraction and injury was due to being startled by a bullet, he couldn't help but admit defeat. Leading his beloved Tiger Devourer, he turned and left.
"Indeed, you have lost. Not to me, but to yourself. You've lost to your stubbornness. If Federation soldiers are only concerned about their own reputation, like you, then humanity will have no hope." Rose watched Greg Durant's retreating figure, and her heart inexplicably clenched. She didn't know when she had dedicated herself to humanity, to this nation.
As Greg Durant gradually distanced himself, he trembled inexplicably upon hearing Rose's voice. His cultivation as a general had stagnated for ten years. Perhaps it was due to the lack of inspiration that he had lost the drive to make a breakthrough. At this moment, he seemed to understand why passionate soldiers could fearlessly advance in life and death situations.
Recalling the defense battle in the Yellow River Valley fifteen years ago, if he were to look at himself at that time with his current rank, he would have been nothing more than a colonel. How did he persist in the battle of life and death? It was because of the impassioned oath he made following Mars Walker. This was inspiration, this was faith. It was precisely because of this that he was able to continually tap into the potential within his body during those days and persist in killing the enemy. It was only after the defense battle that he achieved breakthroughs and became a general.
Rose didn't know how much her words had influenced Greg Durant. As she recalled the intense battle just now, she felt a surge of passion. If she could experience a few more battles like that, perhaps she could be promoted to general soon.
Looking at the deserted campus, unusually quiet, the leaders of the 21-kilometer high school had already fainted. "Was that gunshot just now from William?"
But she didn't remember William having such good marksmanship that it could affect a general. Their mental strength was truly terrifying. Within an 80-meter radius, they could perceive any movement as keenly as a needle prick. Any hostility within a few kilometers would be sensed as if it were a needle prick. Therefore, the Federation did not pay much attention to marksmen.
However, she had recently heard of a sharpshooter rumored to be able to kill a lieutenant general. Rose was well aware of how difficult it was to conceal hostility from these generals, and she dismissed it as a joke. But now, reflecting on the impact of that marksmanship on a general, she was suddenly filled with doubt, realizing that she needed to find a time to ask William about it.
Barrett Walker, through the scope of his sniper rifle, watched Rose's puzzled expression. His heart was filled with amusement. This woman took everything to the extreme - her elegance, fierceness, and rigid beliefs. In the previous life, he had not interacted with her due to his tragic fate, but he was aware of her personality. She was like a thorn in the Federation, a woman whom no man dared to approach, and no rumors of any scandal involving her had ever surfaced.
"Don't you have moments of being stunned, big sister? Stop doubting!" Barrett Walker raised his Swiss SauerSSG3000 sniper rifle and gave Rose a strange military salute. This rifle was one he had found in William box and had almost become an antique.
Barrett Walker sneaked into William's office, opened the safe hidden under his desk, placed the sniper rifle inside, restored it to its original state, closed the safe, and then, having learned of it by chance, sneaked into the examination room again.
The proctor was none other than William, who watched Barrett Walker sneak out of the main office building and quickly approached him, angrily asking, "What are you doing? Did you come here to the restroom and waste time? How was your exam? Do you still want to take the exam?"
Barrett Walker had little interaction with William in his previous life, but he knew he was a good person. Despite his fiery temper, he had a soft heart and the ability to be promoted to colonel, which was a testament to his abilities.
"The exam wasn't that difficult. I just went outside to check what was happening due to the recent gunfire and to clear my mind," Barrett replied.
"Alright, hurry back! No matter what happens, as long as it doesn't breach the perimeter, you must trust the soldiers of the Federation. Even if they die, they will complete their mission! Don't you notice how quiet it is now?" Upon hearing Barrett's casual tone, William refrained from discussing the exam further, afraid of affecting Barrett, and instead expressed his respect for the Federation's troops.
Barrett sneered and rolled his eyes. It was these troops that were causing trouble! If it were that big sister, the 21-kilometer high school would have been turned upside down by now!
After finishing his response, Barrett casually made his way to the examination room, showing no signs of being a sharpshooter. He had saved the school's appearance, appearing as nothing more than a frustrated and complaining loser.
"Study hard! You must bring glory to the 21st Public High School and make it into the War God Academy!" William watched Barrett's relaxed expression and couldn't help but remind him.
"War God Academy? That's a piece of cake. I will definitely get in," Barrett replied nonchalantly.
Barrett Walker turned around with a dazzling expression, the titles of these exams may have become fuzzy in his memory, but there is no doubt that his exam results will secure his admission to the Academy of War Gods. Apart from the momentary dizziness during the afternoon combat trial, with his abilities as an eighteen-year-old lieutenant, there are few individuals in the federation who possess his level of talent. The next question is how to make a remarkable debut.