With that barrage, he jumped directly to the seventh level.
Nearly a hundred skeleton monsters surged out, encircling him from all sides, clearly indicating that the space considered a few dozen skeleton monsters to be ineffective against him. This time, Chen Miao didn't hold back.
He went full firepower.
The F-grade skill "Firepower Coverage" activated instantly.
The Thompson submachine gun's magazine, with 20,000 rounds of ammunition, was emptied in a mere second. Countless bullets formed a metal storm that enveloped the distant skeleton monsters.
This time—
His combat power soared directly to "7800"!
It was nearly double Doctor Gou's 4700, though of course Doctor Gou had held back, and his actual combat power was far higher than this number.
Chen Miao had also held back.
He didn't go for a second barrage. His skill had no cooldown, no loss; theoretically, as long as he had enough Star Coins, he could keep casting it. It was a quite ordinary offensive skill for Gunman Profession, but due to the modification of his magazine, a slight change had occurred.
Without lingering any longer,
he chose to exit the Combat Mystery Realm of his own accord, having roughly gauged his combat strength.
After leaving the Combat Power Evaluation Secret Realm, he also saw the "Fengtian City's Combat Power Rankings."
"Rank 1: Sang De, 120,000 combat power."
"..."
"Rank 17: Sang Biao, 70,000 combat power."
"..."
"Rank 102: Zhou Shen, 40,000 combat power."
He saw many familiar names, such as Sang Biao, the gunman nurtured by Fengtian City, who with a formidable 70,000 combat power ranked 17th in the city, proof that the Gunman Profession's decline was only because it didn't suit most ordinary people—gunmen trained by federations or major forces still stood at the peak of combat power.
Furthermore, gunmen's combat abilities in the outside world far exceeded those in secret realms.
In the outside world, there would be an uninterrupted supply of bullets, whereas there would be no resupply inside a secret realm once bullets were depleted. Hence, top gunmen would often form teams with fighters, packing the fighters' backpacks with bullets.
And he freeloaded it.
That saved a lot of money.
"Feeling happy?"
He turned his gaze towards Yuan Buping and others who had successfully leveled up.
"Happy!"
At this moment, Yuan Buping was full of energy, unable to stop his grinning mouth from curving up as he laughed while holding the Thomson in his hands. People's joy and sorrow are different; Zhou Shen felt extremely tired while they felt incredibly relaxed.
All they had to do was follow behind, play some mahjong, shuffle some cards, and they cleared the secret realm directly. Could there be an easier way to delve into a secret realm?
Once, becoming a superhuman was as tough as reaching the heavens.
Now, they became level 3 superhumans in one day.
Plus, they would normally do heavy labor anyway, making their base strength attribute points not low. Miao had bought them some Free Attribute Exchange Coupons, pumping their strength up to 12, enough to meet the standards to use the Thomson submachine gun comfortably.
Now, this squad finally had a semblance of structure, meaning they could represent Miao in handling some not-so-aboveboard affairs.
Free Attribute Exchange Coupons were not expensive, 200 Star Coins each. Their rarity was due to the fact that one person could only use them five times, so the sooner you used them, the higher the cost-performance ratio.
Of course, there were also those who kept the 5 Free Attribute Exchange Tickets, using all of them suddenly on one option in a clutch moment for a reversal. There were such people, but they were few, prone to digging their own graves.
Soon—
In the midst of casual chatter among the group, the countdown that had been floating above for a week slowly hit zero.
"Time remaining until the next major event 'Coward's Arena' starts—0 hours."
Winter had come, and the days grew short.
By nine in the evening, the sky had already plunged into complete darkness, and the whole city, bathed in the glow of neon lights, looked quite peaceful; everyone had their own lives to live.
The worker who finished work at this time every day passed the familiar fried noodle stall again and started his day's routine of eating fried noodles.
In this city, ordinary workers couldn't escape three things:
The cheap rented rooms in the urban villages, the daily 10 credit point fried noodles they must eat, and the aunties in the alley who comforted their hearts.