Forbidden Zone of the Human Race

Chapter 350: War Journalist

Xiang Ning saw the mutants rushing toward them as the voice of the squad member was wailing behind him. “Brother Fang, it seems that the people you took are still too young if they can’t handle the current situation.”

Fang Hao’s mouth twitched in annoyance. If it weren’t for seeing Xiang Ning fight against the Seven Deadly Sins last time, he would have been incoherently screaming like that squad member, too.

“Enough, I need each of you to distract one of the mutants for two minutes. That’s not too much for you, right?” Xiang Ning shivered in anticipation as adrenaline kept pumping into his bloodstream. This was his first battle in six months and he felt rusty.

That was the only reason why the wolf mutant had not died yet.

“Two minutes? Sure, we’ll do just that.” Fang Hao cracked his neck as he got ready. He was only a tier four, eight-star martial artist, but his equipment—especially his armor—was all top-notch, which allowed him to bridge the gap between him and tier five.

“Sir! Why do you trust him so much? We can hold on for two minutes, but we won’t be able to withstand a minute more than that!” The squad member couldn’t comprehend how the usually level-headed and decisive leader had thrown out all of his thoughts and blindly trusted Xiang Ning today. It was unprecedented!

“Do you mean that we should just retreat and let them slaughter hundreds of civilians that we failed to evacuate in time?”

“That… that isn’t what I meant!” He wanted to say something else, but the other three squad members walked past him. A faint glow covered their body and their armor materialized. “We will not retreat. Not one step.”

Their voices were soft, but stern. The commander had also propped himself up against a car. He somehow found a gun somewhere as he proudly smiled at them. He, too, would make a last stand here and now.

The whining squad member finally shut up and steeled his nerves. “No retreat.”

At another location, somewhere slightly further, a single journalist was recording what was happening on the front lines. He had inherited the spirit of the infamous journalist, Wang Han. His original plan was to retreat with the martial artists once they received the signal to do so and had already parked his car nearby for that purpose. But what he saw instead was the total massacre of the warriors on the third route. He caught it all on livestream.

“Shit! Why are you still there?”

“How could there be a stampede on such a large scale in the city? Their defenses are too sloppy!”

“The situation looks grim. Quickly get out of there and stop imitating Wang Han.”josei

“Not everyone can copy Wang Han.”

Wang Han had made his name as a war journalist during the stampede in Tranquil City. He was the one who first streamed Xiang Ning’s true strength online. The battle with the Kaiser Aurumsaur could be considered Xiang Ning’s debut battle as a martial artist. It was a battle that had shaken everyone to the core.

But instead of comfortably sitting in an office as a leader, Wang Han continued venturing into the front lines as a war journalist, and even organized a group of war journalists. Everyone thought he was crazy, as he could die at any moment, but fate had yet to take his life so far.

As for the journalist on the balcony, he wanted to run so badly. He wanted to run but his legs had gone limp from the pressure. He couldn’t even muster the strength to stand up. Those in the livestream naturally wouldn’t understand how scary the situation was.

Of course, he had to lie in the situation. “If I wasn’t here, their sacrifice would only end up as a number. But now that I’m here, all of you will be able to witness their heroic sacrifice, to always remember that they had laid down their lives for your safety! So what if I die? It’s an honor to die among heroes!” That was the best reasoning that he could come up with at the moment, and was very well received by the netizens.

“Good! Excellent speech!”

“My brother gave his life to save the citizens. Only my family and his close friends know him, but everyone else only knows him as a number!”

“Thank you! No one else would be able to recognize my brother who sacrificed himself. As long as there’s someone who knows about this video, there’s a value in my brother’s death!”

Warm tears slid down the reporter’s cheek as he read the comments. No one knew whether he was scared or touched, but it didn’t matter now. He was just about to turn off the livestream and make his daring escape before he saw a Windbreaker racing down the road. Someone was on it.… He panned his camera toward Windbreaker, a sliver of hope in his heart!

“Look! Reinforcements arrived!” he exclaimed excitedly.

“There… there’s only one person! He has a death wish!”

“That is a Windbreaker! Quickly ride out of here with him!”

The journalist zoomed in and saw who was riding the Windbreaker. He could not believe his eyes.

“Shit! Isn’t that Xiang Ning?!”

“What? Xiang Ning?!”

“What the fuck? Wasn’t he crippled by the backlash of his technique?!”

The journalist ignored everyone, nor did he notice that the number of people in the livestream had increased to the millions. He slapped himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Xiang Ning! It was precisely because of him that Wang Han had risen to the limelight. He finally got the big break he wanted! After confirming that it was Xiang Ning, he almost leaped in shock at the numbers in his chat room—there were more than three million people now. He was only thinking about one thing.

“Hello everyone! I’m Zhao Zhongxian, an independent war journalist. I’m live in the front lines of Marsh City!” To his surprise, the moment he mentioned that he was in Marsh City, everyone exploded in the chat box. Marsh City, the home of that particular boy. There was no mistaking now that the one riding the Windbreaker was Xiang Ning, the legendary prodigy!

“But… isn’t he…?”

“Shit. What’re you implying? He’s still alive and well!”

“Didn’t they officially announce that they hoped no one else would disturb Xiang Ning’s private life anymore and suspended all recordings?”

That was the question everyone was asking themselves. Not even Zhao Zhongxian knew why, but he had a skill that almost every reporter had, and that was to fill in the story themselves. He recalled what Xiang Ning had said during his last interview.

“As far as I know, Xiang Ning said that he was tired when he first returned to Marsh City from Hang City. Someone did ask him a question about what he wanted to do from then on, but he only smiled without answering. Everyone thought that he didn’t want to bring up the memory of becoming a cripple….

“But that was an assumption on our part. Let’s think back carefully about what Xiang Ning said. Maybe he only wanted a rest, as he understood his body even more than us?” The moment he proposed that hypothesis the chat box fell silent for a few seconds.