She is a natural disaster.

Chapter 41 Halftime Champagne

Patrick Rollins, the leader of the Beyonders squad, suddenly made his move.

Anastasia's solid ground began to shake violently; it was a tiny earthquake that was only affecting her.

The sudden, violent shaking completely disrupted Anastasia's balance. Taking advantage of her unsteady footing, Rollins struck again, and a stone cone made of mud and gravel burst forth from the ground.

Anastasia had no time to adjust, so she could only leap up to dodge the incoming stone spikes and avoid being killed by them through the heart.

At this moment, the teamwork of the Transcendent Squad was once again on full display.

Declan appeared like a ghost, brandishing two short swords simultaneously. One sword slashed at the slender, jet-black blade, while the other aimed directly at Anastasia's vitals.

Declan, who was skilled at ambushing his enemies, had a very precise grasp of timing. Anastasia had jumped up hastily, and while in mid-air, she was unable to adjust her body and could only take the fatal blow head-on.

Clang!

Anastasia deflected Declan's short sword with her right-hand longsword.

Clang!

Anastasia used her left-hand short sword to protect herself, the spiral-shaped hilt facing the short knife aimed at her vitals.

However, this short sword aimed straight at a vital spot was Declan's real killing move. The lace hilt of the short sword was unable to withstand Declan's killing move and could only barely change the direction of the short sword's thrust.

puff!

The sharp dagger pierced through the cloth and penetrated the soft flesh without any resistance.

In an instant, crimson blood bloomed like a tragic flower beneath Anastasia's ribs as the sharp blade pierced through her body and destroyed her internal organs.

Declan struck successfully and immediately fled, the gushing blood staining the night sky red. Anastasia's body fell from mid-air; even the physically strong Cruelty could not withstand Declan's attack.

This fatal blow was just the beginning. Declan fled not because he didn't want to finish the job, but because he knew his captain would completely destroy the enemy. He knew Patrick Rollins would deliver the final blow, bringing the night's battle to a perfect close.

Anastasia's body was falling, like an unconscious, tattered rag doll.

The solid, reliable earth was no longer reliable; sharp stone cones appeared out of nowhere on the asphalt road, waiting for Anastasia to fall from mid-air.

At the same time, a boulder the size of a small mountain suddenly appeared in mid-air, above Anastasia. Pulled by gravity, the boulder plummeted rapidly, crashing straight to the ground!

Boom!

The impact produced a deafening roar, and the solid ground shook violently once again.

Dust billowed up along the entire street in an instant. Streetlights were snapped in half by the violent impact, and the hard asphalt road surface collapsed, with cracks extending into the distance.

Declan landed back on the ground after landing a successful blow, a satisfied smile on his ordinary face. He was completely captivated by the feeling of the short knife piercing his body.

The only pity was that Declan was unable to torture his opponents as he usually did, and was unable to slice off the enemy's skin piece by piece.

There's no time to mourn Anastasia Angel; it's time to enjoy the fruits of victory.

"We won! We won!"

Alfred suddenly leaped high into the air; just a moment ago he was half-dead, but now he could run and jump.

His face was no longer as pale as paper, and his wounds no longer bled profusely. The wounds that were originally difficult to heal had actually healed, leaving only an ugly scar.

Compared to the incredibly excited Alfred, Emil, who had been struggling to stay afloat, had no intention of celebrating his victory. He was nearly exhausted and collapsed to the ground, his clothes soaked with sweat, looking as if he had just been pulled out of the water.

An extremely weak Emil slowly spoke, his voice trembling as he asked, "Captain, she should be dead, right? We should have succeeded, shouldn't we?"

At this moment, Emil was completely exhausted. If Anastasia hadn't died, he would no longer be able to provide any help to the team and would instead become a burden to his teammates.

"Did you succeed? Emil, can't you be a little more confident?!"

Before Captain Patrick Rollins could answer, an excited Alfred spoke first.

He continued, "That woman named Angel is definitely dead. There's no way she could have survived. She's probably smashed to pieces by now!"

Alfred had just been nearly killed by the slender, jet-black sword. Had it not been for the Serpent Man in the party who healed his wounds in time, he would have bled to death by now.

Despite this, Alfred still acted arrogantly, wantonly belittling Anastasia, who had almost killed him. Of course, the victor has the right to insult the loser; it is a well-deserved reward for them.

"The old men in my family kept telling us to be careful, and this is all? I don't think she's anything special. I really don't know what those old men are afraid of!"

Alfred relentlessly belittled Anastasia to vent his frustration at being pierced by the slender sword and nearly killed.

"Shut up! Shut your stinking mouth!"

At this moment, Captain Patrick Rollins suddenly roared, his face looking very serious and his features somewhat ferocious.

Alfred thought the captain was lecturing him on how to respect the senior members of the Bureau of Investigation, and he said nonchalantly, "I know, Captain, I know. I won't call them old men anymore."

"Captain, what's wrong?" Declan asked.

Declan is skilled at assassination, which requires him to have a very precise grasp of timing; his brain isn't as big as Alfred's muscles.

"Captain, don't worry, Angel is definitely dead," Declan continued. "My knife went into her body, I can't be wrong about the feel, and I saw she was bleeding a lot."

Even if the feeling of the dagger piercing the body was wrong, the large amount of blood that splattered out couldn't be wrong, right?

Declan was quite certain that the sharp dagger had pierced Anastasia's body, or rather, stabbed her right through.

Hearing Declan's words, Patrick Rollins's face became even more unpleasant. He believed that his team members' intuition was infallible, but could his intuition be wrong?

The sharp stone cones that appeared out of nowhere on the asphalt road, and the boulder that fell from the sky, were both creations of Rollins's mutated power. He knew better than anyone whether the stone cones had pierced anyone or the boulder had hit anyone.

At this moment, Patrick Rollins was utterly shocked. Declan had clearly seriously injured Anastasia Angel, so how could she possibly dodge the stone spikes and boulders when she was on the verge of death?

A horrified Patrick Rollins took a step back, an answer he didn't want to believe surfacing in his mind.

How could Anastasia Angel, whose origins are unknown and who is so young, possibly be at the level of a man-made disaster?

According to the Bureau of Investigation, Anastasia Angel's danger rating should be high. Although danger ratings are only for reference, her performance tonight was in line with the Bureau's assessment.

But if Anastasia Angel's danger rating was only high, how could she possibly dodge the spikes and boulders while on the verge of death?

Patrick Rollins' mind was in complete disarray. His previous confidence and composure had vanished, replaced by confusion and fear.

Although there is only a fine line between high-risk situations and man-made disasters, they are worlds apart.

Only when the danger level of a man-made disaster is reached can a transcendent being be considered to have broken free of constraints and be considered a true transcendent being.

Just as Patrick Rollins was trying to convince himself, the rising dust gradually dissipated, and the damaged streets reappeared before everyone's eyes.

The hard asphalt road surface sank downwards, and the edges of the crater caused by the impact of the boulder cracked inch by inch, with cracks spreading like a spider web and extending into the distance of the street.

Streetlights lay scattered on the ground, the plants in the flowerbeds were all broken, and the square buildings on both sides were also damaged. The once smooth walls of the houses were now pitted and uneven, and the windows and doors were mostly broken.

A terrifying scene unfolded before Patrick Rollins' eyes: he saw a frail figure on the collapsed asphalt road—it was Anastasia Angel!

In an instant, an overwhelming fear gripped their bodies. The four members of Rollins' team stood motionless, neither daring to move forward nor retreat.

Emil, who was slumped on the ground, had reached his limit and could no longer activate the power of the mutation. What should they do now?

Anastasia's figure became clearer and clearer. Her coat was slashed by a sharp blade, and her shirt was stained red with blood. She looked very disheveled, but that was all.

"I have to admit that I underestimated your strength."

Anastasia's voice broke the suffocating silence of the street; her tone was eerily calm.

"You," she pointed at Declan, who was crouching down, "your blade is fast and hard to defend against." Then she pointed to Emil, who was slumped on the ground, "your mutant power is enviable, but your own strength is too weak to be able to unleash its full potential."

At this point, no words could adequately describe Patrick Rollins's terror.

Rollins and his team were horrified to discover that Anastasia's injury seemed to have healed, and the horrific penetrating wound was no longer oozing blood.

She wasn't a sadistic tyrant with amazing recovery abilities, and being all alone without any Ophiuchus teammates to help her, how could the penetrating wound under her ribs possibly heal in a short time? What made her think she could heal so quickly?

"You're not bad," Anastasia said, pointing to Patrick Rollins, "decisive, but not ruthless enough." Then she pointed to Alfred, whose smile was frozen on his face, "As for you, you're a complete waste."

Anastasia stood still, pointing her slender fingers at each member of Rollins' squad, commenting on their abilities.

The four Beyonders present, including Patrick Rollins, did not launch another attack, nor did they utter a word in rebuttal. They stood there motionless, like soulless clay puppets.

Alfred, who had been so arrogant before, was now shaking like a leaf, unable to muster the slightest courage to resist. If it weren't for the healing abilities of his Ophiuchus teammates, Alfred would have been killed long ago. Therefore, he was the one in the team who feared Anastasia the most.

Exhausted, Emil didn't want to be a burden to his teammates. He tried to get up and try to activate his mutated power again to help them, but he found that he couldn't even lift a finger.

Declan, who had stabbed Anastasia with a dagger, was also filled with fear. His dagger had clearly pierced through her body, so how could she be completely unharmed!

Captain Rollins could not suppress his fear; he realized that his squad was likely to be wiped out, with no hope of survival.

"Now, it's my turn to demonstrate my mutated power."

As soon as she finished speaking, Anastasia's jet-black, satin-like hair turned white at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Patrick Rollins, do you and your teammates have any last words?"