I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

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.

Even if the fighters' backpacks ran out of bullets, at least the fighters could step up.

His combat power of 7800 ranked only 7922nd on the list. His name was practically invisible unless one carefully hunted through the rankings. In fact, as long as he kept activating the "Firepower Coverage" skill,

his combat power would continue to rise.

The specific value of combat power merely reflected attack power. The "Firepower Coverage" skill had no cooldown, so theoretically, he could even increase his combat power value to 200,000, surpassing Sang De.

After all, Sang Biao, who also belonged to the Gunman Profession, would run out of bullets in the Combat Power Evaluation Space, while Chen Miao had virtually no such concern. His combat power value would certainly be higher than the other's, though that didn't necessarily mean he could win in an actual fight.

...

Day turned to night, time quietly reaching 8:30 PM, just half an hour away from the major event's commencement. Countless people in Fengtian City had readied themselves, waiting patiently in safe places.

Meanwhile, Hungry Monkey sat sullenly to one side.

Today, his combat power was assessed at 781, leaving Hungry Monkey feeling gloomy all day. He had been born with Innate Divine Strength, always thinking he was quite formidable, yet why was his combat power figure so low?

"Miao,"

Zhou Shen, pale as a ghost and looking emaciated, with dark circles under his eyes and his body trembling uncontrollably, spoke with an unsteady voice, "I've tried my best, but time was still not enough. I could only manage to get nine people to level 3."

"Shall we save the rest of the people for next time?"

"But preferably the day after tomorrow, I want to rest for the next two days, I don't know why, but I faintly seem to see my great-grandma waving at me."

As a superhuman professional ranked around 100th in Fengtian City with a level of 21, guiding people through an F-level secret realm was as easy for him as drinking cold water. He could clear it dozens of times while taking a nap.

There was no risk of flipping over, an absolute crushing of power.

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"You've worked hard."

Chen Miao patted Zhou Shen's shoulder with a sorrowful expression, "You can tell you're a doer. Don't worry, the moment that thing you want comes out, I'll give it to you, certainly won't let you be disappointed."

"Thanks, Miao."

Zhou Shen took a deep breath, mustering the last bit of his strength, he bowed deeply, "Then I'll head home first, I wish you a victorious start in this event, Miao."

"Yeah, go ahead."

Chen Miao watched Zhou Shen's trembling figure disappear into the distance, and sighed once more. Indeed, there's no bull that can't be worn out. Today had truly been hard on Zhou Shen. Going by market rates, Zhou Shen's trip today should've netted him at least 5.4 million credit points.

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.