Chapter 50: Conspiracies Shattered, the City Restored to Light

“Report! The dark forces… they… they…” The psychic trembled, pointing outside. “They’ve launched a full-scale assault!”

Boom—

It was as if a bomb had detonated in the conference room.

“What? A full-scale assault? They’re really serious!” someone exclaimed.

Chief Zhang slammed the table fiercely. “Unbelievable! Those bastards!”

Minister Li’s face turned deathly pale, his lips trembling as he struggled to speak.

Yet, Mao Yu remained unusually calm, as if all of this had been anticipated.

He took a deep breath, a silent, oppressive aura radiating from him.

“What’s there to panic about? It’s just a fight. What’s there to be scared of?” His gaze swept over everyone, sharp as a blade. “Now, follow my orders!”

Mao Yu swiftly took command, deploying troops with clear, precise strategy, like a seasoned general.

“Old Zhang, lead your team to the East District. Hold the line steady. No reckless moves!”

“Minister Li, you’re in charge of logistics. Don’t drop the ball!”

“Xiao Ling, come with me to the West District. We fight head-on!”

At his command, everyone moved quickly.

Mao Yu glanced at Feng Yao, a gentle warmth in his eyes. “You stay here. Safety first.”

Feng Yao looked at him worriedly and nodded softly.

Across the city, the battle erupted.

Powers flashed brilliantly; explosions roared deafeningly.

In the West District, Mao Yu and Xiao Ling fought side by side like twin whirlwinds, enemies falling wherever they passed.

“Brother, watch this!” Mao Ling shouted, conjuring a blazing ball of fire that reduced enemies to ashes.

Mao Yu would not be outdone. A powerful surge of energy burst from within him, shaking nearby buildings to their foundations.

Boom! A tall building collapsed with a thunderous crash, dust flying everywhere.

“Haha, this is the life!” Mao Yu laughed heartily, excitement sparkling in his eyes.

This was the life he craved—passion ignited, blood boiling!

Meanwhile, Chief Zhang led his team in the East District, fiercely engaging the enemy.

“Brothers, charge!” Zhang roared, leading from the front as he plunged into the enemy ranks.

The entire city was engulfed in flames of war, smoke and chaos filling the air, the cries of battle echoing.

Suddenly, Mao Yu sensed a powerful presence approaching…

“Not good!” he growled. “It’s Shadow!”

Shadow appeared like a phantom above the city center, black energy swirling around him like an omen of doom.

“Hah, insignificant ants, are you ready to face your end?” His chilling voice echoed across the city.

Mao Yu narrowed his eyes, a cold smirk curling his lips.

“This is it? I thought you were some big boss. You look pathetic.”

He didn’t play by the book; instead of sending his elite forces, he dispatched a swift, mobile squad to harass Shadow.

“A bunch of trash, daring to come and die!” Shadow sneered, flicking his hand as blades of dark energy shot toward the squad.

Yet, the squad moved like eels—slippery, agile—dodging attacks with ease, occasionally firing back, frustrating Shadow immensely.

“Damn flies!” he roared in rage, utterly powerless against them.

“Wow, that’s a dirty trick!” Chief Zhang watched in astonishment. Mao Yu had more tricks up his sleeve than expected.

And this was only the beginning.

Mao Yu led the united forces like a sharp dagger, piercing deeply into the dark forces’ defenses.

Wherever he went, the dark psychics fell like ripe wheat under the scythe.

“This all you got? This? This?” Mao Yu taunted mid-battle, a walking machine of mockery.

Shadow’s face darkened with fury as his forces were defeated one after another.

“Mao Yu, you’re courting death!” he bellowed, joining the fight himself.

“Come on, I’m not scared of anyone!” Mao Yu met him head-on without hesitation.

Their clash unleashed shockwaves that leveled nearby buildings.

*Ding!* System prompt: Danger detected. Activate “Invincible Mode”?

“Of course!” Mao Yu answered without a moment’s doubt.

“Invincible Mode activated! Duration: 3 minutes!”

Instantly, Mao Yu’s aura surged, a tremendous power flooding his body.

“Shadow, prepare to die!” he roared, delivering a mighty punch.

Shadow didn’t even have time to react before the blow sent him flying like a cannonball, crashing heavily to the ground, fate unknown.

“Is that all?” Mao Yu clapped his hands, disdain written across his face.

The united forces erupted in thunderous cheers.

“Mao Shao is mighty!” “Mao Shao is incredible!”

Suddenly, a weak voice rang out, “Mao Yu… you… just wait…”

Mao Yu turned to see Feng Yao and Mao Ling running toward him…

On the smoky battlefield, Mao Ling wielded a fiery whip like a descending god of fire, incinerating approaching foes.

Feng Yao manipulated ice and snow, forming an unbreakable shield to protect their comrades behind.

They were heroic and radiant, proving that women could be just as fierce on the battlefield.

After the battle, Feng Yao rushed to Mao Yu, embracing him tightly.

“Mao Yu, thank you! You saved us all, and my family too!” Her eyes shimmered with tears, filled with gratitude and love.

Mao Ling joined them, laughing joyfully. The three embraced, immersed in the thrill of victory.

Onlookers applauded and cheered, sharing in their happiness, a warm atmosphere spreading through the air.

The united forces smashed the dark forces’ base, rescuing the captive psychics.

Shadow’s plot was utterly foiled. The crisis in the psychic city was over; peace returned.

Mao Yu stood at the city’s heart, basking in cheers and reverence.

He was like a rising star, illuminating the entire psychic metropolis.

All factions acknowledged and supported him, laying a solid foundation for his own power.

At the victory banquet, glasses clinked amid lively celebration.

Chief Zhang raised a toast with admiration, “Mao Shao, thanks to you, this old Zhang is convinced!”

Minister Li joined with a sycophantic grin, “Mao Shao, truly a hero among youths! Whatever you need, just say the word!”

Mao Yu smiled faintly, raising his glass. “Let’s all work together to protect our home!”

Yet, beneath the joy of victory, a trace of unease lingered in Mao Yu’s heart.

He gazed at the glittering stars over the psychic city, troubled by the matter of psychic mutations.

He knew this was but the calm before the storm. Greater challenges still awaited.

Suddenly, a sharp knocking shattered the night’s silence…