Although Xiao Bailang had warned him not to approach him for half a minute, Linghu should know him well, so there shouldn't be any danger in following Linghu.
Including Xiao Bailang, Zhang Lei and his team deployed seven people with special abilities this time. Apart from Tian Xiao, the others all possessed relatively powerful combat abilities.
On the Japanese side, because the later supporters had to be separated from Michiko and the others, there were only nine people here. If it were an active attack on the National Bureau of Foreign Affairs, they could of course temporarily regroup, but now it was the Chinese National Bureau of Foreign Affairs that was launching a surprise attack on them. By the time Michiko and the others in the guest rooms received the news, the battle here would probably be over.
Although their combat strength is unknown, no one knows what their superpowers are until they are used. Even if someone has seen them, they may not be able to understand their uses. As for the superpowers that have been recorded, no one dares to say that they have completely and thoroughly researched any one of them.
"Enemy attack! Chinese!" When Linghu led Zhang Lei and the others in, they happened to see Xiao Bailang crashing down in the middle of a group of Japanese people. Judging from the way he did it, it looked like he was going to crush a few people to death with his weight.
That's impossible, of course. Even the dumbest Japanese person wouldn't be crushed to death. Besides, most Japanese superhumans are also ninjas; their strength lies in agility, except for a few...
There was one exception here. This guy was obviously a sumo wrestler, but his massive Japanese physique looked like a slightly larger blade of grass under Xiao Bailang's shadow.
However, judging from his appearance, he didn't seem to believe it and wanted to compete with Xiao Bailang in strength. He squatted in a horse stance, a stance unique to Japanese sumo wrestlers, with all his muscles tensed, as if he was about to charge upwards. There was also a fluctuation of supernatural power on his body, which should be a close combat-related supernatural power.
At this moment, Xiao Bailang's body also emitted fluctuations of supernatural power. After so much time, Zhang Lei was no longer the novice he used to be. He had also learned to judge where the fluctuations of supernatural power came from, and to judge the strength of supernatural power and the level of supernatural power index based on the fluctuations of supernatural power.
Judging from Xiao Bailang's power fluctuations, the little sumo wrestler below probably won't have a chance to display his power. Zhang Lei can at least be sure that Xiao Bailang's power index is no lower than his own, and his power, which is full of a dangerous feeling, is definitely not weak.
Zhang Lei isn't considered very strong yet, simply because he hasn't had enough time to find the correct way to use his superpowers, and he's also paying off past debts. However, when he first joined the National Bureau of Supernatural Powers, his superpower index was already very high, which is why his opponents never dared to underestimate him. You have to understand that even someone five or six years older than him with a superpower index of one thousand is considered a genius among superpowered individuals.
Xiao Bailang was like a giant drop of water, crashing onto the surface and bouncing back up. The steel floor seemed to truly resemble the water's surface, rippling with it, and the luggage and goods in the warehouse bounced up with each wave.
Zhang Lei wondered if it was just his imagination, but Xiao Bailang's body seemed to shrink a bit after he bounced up.
Episode 3: The Bloody Path to Adulthood, Chapter 56: Fried Dough Sticks (Part 2)
Zhang Lei's vision was correct; Xiao Bailang's body was indeed much smaller than before.
The rest is still below; that's his special ability.
There's a joke about a fat man and a thin man. The fat man was burned to death, but the thin man next to him, who wasn't burned, also died. Why? Because he was fried to death by the fat man's splattered fat.
Xiao Bailang's superpowers may be somewhat different, but from Zhang Lei's perspective, this is how they appear.
Every living being seemed to have a strong attraction to the fat left behind by Xiao Bailang. The fat danced lightly in the air, flying towards every living being within its range.
Even cockroaches and rats are targets of grease. As soon as they get grease on them, they will smell of fried food. Judging from the blue smoke coming out of their bodies, the temperature of the grease is probably close to boiling.
"Stop! Don't go any further! This is the fat man's ability range!" Linghu pointed to a light blue dividing line at their feet. Upon closer inspection, it was indeed covered by a light color, but without Linghu's reminder, it would be impossible to see.
"Within this range, any living being except himself will be attacked. These fat guys don't distinguish between friend and foe. Even I, if he were to ambush me at close range, would probably have a hard time escaping. These fat guys are not easy to deal with!" Linghu didn't finish his sentence. Zhang Lei knew that if he were ambushed, he would at least have a chance to fight the flying fat guy to a draw. However, judging from Xiao Bailang's appearance, his defensive capabilities were probably also extremely strong. That chance was just a chance.
Xiao Bailang had bounced to the highest point, then fell back down.
No one knew about the sumo wrestler's special ability; he hadn't even used it. His body was already covered in grease, making him look like a crispy, fried chicken, exuding the unique aroma of fried food. If these people hadn't already eaten, they would probably have swallowed their saliva. "Crispy chicken" might be a bit of an exaggeration, but that was certainly the case compared to Xiao Bailang.
Sumo wrestlers are stuck in that poised-to-pounce pose. Deep-fried chickens look like this, and they really do resemble the crispy whole chickens sold on the street.
Xiao Bailang's fall wasn't in vain. His second landing replenished the somewhat depleted fat man with new energy, and his body shrank again upon bouncing back up. No wonder Linghu had said earlier that his superpower needed to be prepared; it seemed that activating his superpower required more than just internal energy. However, there were no new superpower fluctuations this time, so it seemed to still count as the previous superpower, probably a continuous type. Xiao Bailang's landing point was slightly off from the previous one, landing right next to a Japanese man who was dodging. The newly appeared fat quickly turned him into a new roast chicken.
"That fat guy's fat isn't so easy to deal with. You can't stop him, and it's even more troublesome if you break him up!" Linghu rubbed his temples. "But every time I finish a job with him, I can't eat fried food when I get back. I've never gotten used to it in all these years. But this fat guy really likes fried food. Next time someone treats you, he should remember that, especially fried chicken, that's his favorite!"
As if providing context, a Japanese man, unable to endure the pursuit any longer, used his sword to scatter the persistent mass of fat that was chasing him. However, the scattered fat didn't fall to the ground; instead, it spread further, quickly forming numerous smoldering droplets that adhered to his body. Although each wound wasn't large, the numerous burns made him look like he had chickenpox—a severe case, one after another. And as he stopped, even more fat swarmed around him.
"Hehe, look, that's the consequence!" Linghu was pleased that his words had been explained. "And don't even think about rushing out of the range before his power ends, unless you've already rushed out at the very beginning, just like him!"
Linghu pointed to a Japanese man outside the blue circle. The Japanese man stood rooted to the spot, wanting to go in and help his companion, yet hesitant. He was lucky; he was relatively far from Xiao Bailang's landing point, so he escaped the moment Xiao Bailang landed. However, this showed that he was inherently cautious, or perhaps cowardly…
Seeing the five or six people in front of him, he wanted to come and challenge them, but he didn't dare. His back-and-forth movements were truly laughable.
At this moment, another wave of supernatural energy emanated from the arena. The icy feeling was likely due to an ice-type or some other cold-related supernatural energy.
"Hehe, this is the third taboo. Don't even think about using ice-type abilities to deal with this fat man's fat; it will definitely backfire!" Linghu had a gloating expression on his face. Even if the Japanese man could understand, it was too late. "Although this fat man's fat has high temperatures, it is definitely not a simple fire-type ability. Just watch, the show is about to begin!"
That ability should be very similar to Xiao Peng's Ice Ring. It's an area-of-effect ability. Watching the spread of his ability, Linghu sighed, "It seems we basically won't need to lift a finger today. These people are all doomed!"
"It's so cold, so cold!" Fatty Xiao ran back halfway through. "Damn it, I'm most afraid of the cold!"
Although he returned, the blue circle didn't disappear. It seems that if he was inside, he was only there to assist in the attack and replenish the fat. To be honest, it was quite frightening for such a big guy to fall from above.
As the cold air radiated out, oil droplets of all sizes froze and began to fall. The Japanese man who had activated his superpower also showed a smug expression on his face, while the other Japanese men chattered amongst themselves, seemingly praising him.
Just then, the frozen grease exploded, and the debris propelled by the blast wave shot out at dozens of times the speed it had been carrying.
"Oh no! Ah!" He didn't finish his sentence. The impact of the debris wasn't too great. Although it had speed, its mass was too small, and its penetrating power was definitely not stronger than a bullet. The Japanese superhumans were also superhumans, and most of them were not afraid of the impact of bullets.
But the fat man's fat clearly had more than just a penetrating effect; droplets of it clung to their bodies, making it look as if they were drilling into them.
“This fat man’s oil is all poisonous oil!” Linghu laughed.
Episode 3: The Bloody Road to Growth, Chapter 57: Our Great China (Part 1)
"Of course, hehe!" Xiao Bailang revealed a smug smile. Although he had two fewer chins than before, he still had three chins.
Xiao Bailang only ran out because he was sure the attack intensity inside the circle was sufficient. Although the fat oil had no corrosive effect on him, the debris from the explosion didn't matter. Although the fat man wouldn't be injured by it, it would still hurt quite a bit.
Looking at the group of Japanese rolling on the ground, none of them showed any sign of distress; instead, they all seemed to be enjoying the spectacle.
"Food actually contains a small amount of toxins. These scattered toxins don't have much of an effect on the human body, and most of them are directly excreted. But Fatty Xiao is different from others. These toxins are stored in specific fat cells. If you take his food intake into account, the accumulated toxins are quite considerable. When he releases them in battle, no amount of antidote can counteract the mixed poisons!" Linghu explained from the side.
"Alright, flush the toilet again, or you'll give me away!" Xiao Bailang waved to the only Japanese person standing outside, "Hey, little Japanese, come here, come here, stop looking, I'm talking to you!"
Zhang Lei and the others couldn't help but chuckle to themselves. They flushed the toilet again. It was the first time they had heard Linghu's nickname, and it was quite apt. If the feces were too sticky and stuck to the toilet bowl, then of course they had to flush again.
Strangely enough, the bullet-like grease fragments that touched the edge of the cyan circle scattered on the ground, not a single drop managing to escape. Perhaps this is a characteristic of Xiao Bailang's ability.
Half a minute had already passed, but the grease in the circle was still rampaging. But didn't the fat man say earlier that we shouldn't get close to him for half a minute?
"Hehe, half a minute is just a period I can't control. I can't control it when my power first activates. After that time, I can basically distinguish friend from foe!" Xiao Bailang seemed to notice their confusion and explained it to them. "However, my power is almost up now. Hey little brother, how about you do me a favor and finish things off? It'll be good to see some blood. A man who hasn't seen blood can't be considered a true warrior!"