They say I'm a world-destroying anomaly.

Chapter 48 Solo Journey Through the Lost City

The controversy surrounding Lance is ongoing and is showing signs of escalating.

"I've really had enough of you. You've always been like this. Is there nothing in your brain except muscles?"

"What are you talking about? I helped you so much on Fenglin Star before, and this is how you treat me? Have you lost your conscience?"

The argument escalated from a disagreement over decision-making to personal attacks, and the situation spiraled completely out of control. They lost all trace of reason, reduced to utter mania.

If this continues, verbal attacks will inevitably escalate into physical conflict, or even a more serious crisis.

Even they themselves didn't realize that they were gripping their weapons tighter and tighter.

Cheng Xu knew he couldn't stand by and watch any longer.

He took a potent anesthetic from the extended backpack behind his tactical suit and silently walked behind Lance.

Seeing his actions, Madeline and the other two gradually quieted down, instinctively wondering what Cheng Xu was doing.

The person who had been arguing with him just moments before suddenly fell silent, and Lance, in his manic state, seemed to sense that something was wrong.

The burly man from the Haoli tribe turned around abruptly and saw Cheng Xu holding a potent anesthetic, the sharp syringe aimed at him.

At that moment, a chill ran down his lower back, a physical chill.

At some point, a regularly shaped hole appeared in the lower back of the protective combat suit, exposing the gray-blue skin to the air.

Cheng Xuqian's syringe pierced Lance's buttock muscles without obstruction, releasing the anesthetic. After a few breaths, Lance collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

The sudden turn of events left Madeline and her two companions stunned.

Cheng Xu walked past the lying Lance and continued toward the three of them, taking out three brand-new anesthetic drugs from his backpack as he went.

Realizing what he was about to do, Mordred immediately raised his gun and pulled the trigger.

Madeline had run out of ammunition and instinctively wanted to retreat and get away.

Several times, Siel wanted to raise his gun, but the last vestiges of his reason forcibly suppressed his frenzied impulse, leaving him standing there, caught in a dilemma.

Cheng Xu paused, then extended his left hand forward.

The bullet fired by Mordred stopped in mid-air, breaking down from the bullet tip into metal fragments that were barely visible to the naked eye, and then dissipated into a wisp of smoke in the wind.

From the perspective of the three people in front of Cheng Xu, it was as if the captain of the Lu Ling Clan had fired a blank shot.

Mordred held the gun in front of him, examining it several times, as if a huge question mark had appeared above his head.

As he began to doubt himself, Cheng Xu had already walked up to him. With a light tap of his finger, the material on the upper arm of his combat suit melted like cream, revealing a translucent gel arm covered by a vegetation-covered outer garment.

扎！

Cheng Xu swiftly struck Mordred with his needle, knocking him down.

It's fortunate that the Luling race and humans share many similar metabolic characteristics; otherwise, the anesthetic he carried might not have been effective.

Madeline was right next to Mordred. Two white vortexes erupted from the ground beneath her feet, and mineralized carapace powder gripped her legs like two giant hands, rendering her immobile.

"I'm sorry, I offended you."

Another injection was administered, and Madeline collapsed to the ground.

Finally, Cheng Xu reached out and gently patted Siel's shoulder.

"Get a good night's sleep. Everything will be resolved when you wake up."

Siel nodded stiffly, threw the gun in his hand to the ground, and let Cheng Xu insert the tranquilizer dart into the muscle of his upper arm.

Soon, the four people who had been arguing fiercely just moments before lay quietly in a row in front of Cheng Xu.

His palm swept across the air, and the hole in his combat uniform healed as if a wound had been healed.

Using the ability to manipulate matter to create holes in combat suits, and then repairing the holes using localized time reversal—all for the purpose of injecting an anesthetic.

This is not just a simple waste of resources; it's comparable to using the heat of a star to boil an egg.

If Hu Zhou, Ke Bo, and the others were to see this scene, they would probably faint on the spot.

The water stored in the combat suit converged from the interface into the palm, rising into a misty fog under Cheng Xu's control.

The water mist pushed aside the surrounding pale yellow-green miasma, creating a clear, hemispherical space.

Cheng Xu carefully removed the faceplate from Lance's combat suit. His face, which was unconscious due to anesthesia, still retained a mixture of irritability and pain.

Lance's face was flushed with an unnatural dark red, and fine veins covered his face as he breathed rapidly.

Upon further examination of the other individuals, their conditions were similar to Lance's, clearly indicating that their physical condition was not optimistic.

After re-equipping the group with their faceplates, Cheng Xu did not hesitate to turn on the communication equipment and adjust the corresponding frequency of the spaceship overhead.

"Requesting spacecraft call. Repeat, requesting spacecraft call."

After the communication was connected, he briefly recounted what had just happened in the ruins, but omitted details about his own abilities, only saying that his teammates had suddenly fainted.

He didn't have to wait long. The roar of engines from above, accompanied by the downward pressure of the wind, hovered in mid-air not far away.

Several figures emerged from beneath the spaceship; they were members of the Luling tribe piloting small flying vehicles.

After arriving at Cheng Xu's location using the location beacon, they immediately checked the condition of the four people and prepared to use a small aircraft to send them back to the spaceship.

"Sir, aren't you coming back with us?"

The leader of the Luling Clan was genuinely surprised to hear Cheng Xu say that he would stay in the Deep Swamp City.

"Okay, you guys take Mr. Lance and the others to the nearest medical station for treatment first, I'll continue exploring the ruins by myself."

Seeing the hesitant look on the face of the Lu Ling clan member before him, Cheng Xu could only add:

"The changes in the four people just now were probably due to some kind of toxin in the ruins. If we can find any clues, it will also be beneficial to their recovery."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing and I won't go to my death."

After hearing these words, the Luling Clan reluctantly nodded, turned around, and boarded a small flying vehicle to return to the spaceship.

As the spaceship gradually disappeared into the horizon, Cheng Xu listened to the low growls of wild beasts rising and falling around him, and a look of anticipation and excitement appeared on his face.

Without his "teammates," he was able to fully test his abilities in this ruin.

"I'll see what exactly is behind this."

From the moment they entered the Deep Swamp City, Lance and the others had always stayed together and had never acted alone.

However, even under these circumstances, and with everyone wearing combat protective suits, the other four people besides Cheng Xu were still silently infected.

What is it that can subtly influence their minds and turn them into frenzied beasts?