I Can Control Resources

"Two hundred thousand, and fifty thousand of them are the aliens’ true elites. On top of that, there’s the weather..." Wu Qingjing sighed as he finished.

"So, Uncle Shen is supposed to hold off two hundred thousand with just two thousand men?"

"Yes!"

"Why aren’t the other war zones sending reinforcements? Why do we have to pull back the front line?"

"Gao Neng, I know how you feel, but you need to calm down. Do you understand? Aren’t you running to be the next Speaker? If you want that position, you must be prepared to shoulder the responsibility for humanity’s future. We need to take a long-term view. On the battlefield, the ones who truly control the situation are always the high-ranked masters! We don’t have enough of them right now. Gathering materials in the Underground City requires us to commit more of our high-ranked masters, so we can’t spare any more..." Wu Qingjing’s expression suddenly turned stern.

"So the Northern District Battlefield is falling because all the high-ranked masters went into the Underground City to gather materials, is that it?" Gao Neng interrupted Wu Qingjing.

"No. Even if the Military Department hadn’t entered the Underground City, the Northern District Battlefield would still fall. We humans can’t defend against attacks from all four directions; it’s only a matter of time. In one more year, the real war will begin. We have to build up our strength now. These sacrifices are only temporary. If we can create more high-ranked masters within this year, then we can definitely win the war that follows. Gao Neng, do you understand? You are the future of the Human Alliance, its hope! You have to calm down. As long as we can hold our ground a year from now, we will secure another twenty years of peace. By then, humanity can truly rise!" As Wu Qingjing finished, his eyes filled with hope.

But it was as if Gao Neng hadn’t heard a word.

He just turned around and slowly began to walk out of the Federation Government Building, his steps firm and steady.

"Gao Neng, where are you going?" Wu Qingjing’s face had paled slightly, but he still called out.

"The North District City Gate!" Gao Neng replied casually.

"The North District Cit— You! Stop right there!!!" Wu Qingjing’s eyes narrowed, and a powerful aura suddenly erupted from him.

Wu Qingjing, Speaker of the Federation Supreme Council, a Rank 9 powerhouse!

His power was certainly not to be underestimated.

Moreover, it wasn’t just Wu Qingjing. The moment he spoke, Luna, Uncle Bai, and Fang Tangtang, who were guarding the door, all turned to look at Gao Neng at the same time.

"I hear that it wouldn’t be good for me to get injured right now?" Gao Neng stopped, then slowly turned his body to face Wu Qingjing.

"Gao Neng, stop being so willful. Your safety is what the Alliance values most right now. We can’t risk the future of the Human Alliance for one Shen Fei!" Wu Qingjing closed in on Gao Neng, step by step.

"So, we should just hole up like cowards, like turtles in their shells, and watch as Uncle Shen goes to his death? Watch as twenty million civilians are slaughtered by aliens?" Gao Neng stared quietly at Wu Qingjing.

"The road to victory is always paved with blood and bones!" Wu Qingjing was now in front of Gao Neng, less than a meter between them.

At this distance, Wu Qingjing was completely confident he could subdue Gao Neng in a single move.

"Mm, so I plan to let the blood and bones of aliens pile up beneath the gates of the North District!" Gao Neng looked at Wu Qingjing seriously and nodded.

"But you can’t do it alone!" Wu Qingjing’s brow was deeply furrowed.

"I want to try," Gao Neng said again.

"I won’t let you!"

"Tangtang, let’s go!" Gao Neng ignored Wu Qingjing and turned toward Fang Tangtang, moving extremely fast this time.

"And where do you think you’re going!" Wu Qingjing struck without hesitation.

His palm shot out to grab Gao Neng.

At this range, for a Rank 9 master against a Rank 6, there was absolutely no possibility of failure.

But the fact was...

He failed.

Because a black figure had interposed itself in front of him, and his palm had clamped down right onto the long saber it held.

Wu Qingjing froze for a moment. He looked at the black silhouette before him and saw a familiar face hidden beneath its shadow.

"This... could this be?!"

"Teacher Wu should remember the USB drive you gave me a month ago. So, as I am now, you might not be able to stop me!" Gao Neng glanced back at Wu Qingjing.

"Hahaha, Gao Neng, oh, Gao Neng, you truly are a genius. One month... just one short month, and you actually managed to do it... However, are you underestimating me with just this one? Or have you forgotten that I’m Rank 9!" Wu Qingjing’s figure suddenly vanished from the spot. The next moment, he appeared in front of Gao Neng, his hand once again reaching out to grab him.

"On the contrary, I think it’s Teacher who’s underestimating me!" A slight smile played on Gao Neng’s lips.

At the same time, the black figure that Wu Qingjing had already left behind also vanished into thin air, reappearing just in time to once again block Wu Qingjing’s path.

BOOM!

The palm and the black figure collided.

The black figure was knocked back five steps by the palm strike.

Wu Qingjing didn’t move an inch.

But his expression changed drastically. He clearly remembered that he had just left that black figure behind.

Why was the black figure...

...back again?

"Teacher Wu, do you remember Elder Qin’s ’Spatial Mark’? Within the space I create, any object can be moved anywhere at any time. Including... this Rank 8 gene weapon that’s blocking you!" Gao Neng took a few steps back, once again positioning the black figure in front of him.

"A Rank 8 gene weapon?!" Standing by the door, Fang Tangtang’s large eyes widened until they were as round as little bells when she heard Gao Neng.

If someone were to shake her right now...

...they might have even jingled.

"He actually managed to develop a Rank 8 gene weapon? This kid... he’s getting more and more likable!" Luna watched the scene, her own eyes shining.

"Rank 8?!" Uncle Bai’s lips twitched slightly.

As for Wu Qingjing, standing before Gao Neng, he was stunned for a full three seconds before he came back to his senses.

’A Rank 8 gene weapon combined with "Spatial Mark"?!’

’That combination...’

’How did I not think of that?’

’No!’

’It’s not that I didn’t think of it. It’s that the only person in the entire Alliance who can directly control a gene weapon with Spiritual Power is Gao Neng.’

"A teleporting Rank 8 gene weapon... Impressive, indeed! However, Gao Neng... I have to say, do you have some kind of misunderstanding about my power?" Wu Qingjing took another step forward.

With that single step, his body went from one to two.

One remained in place!

And the Wu Qingjing who had stepped forward was another!

"An illusion?" The corner of Gao Neng’s mouth lifted again.

"That’s right!" Wu Qingjing nodded.

"A Rank 9 powerhouse who can create illusions... Impressive, indeed! However, Teacher Wu, I have to say, do you have some kind of misunderstanding about *my* power?" Gao Neng said, taking a step back himself.

"Hm?" Wu Qingjing’s mouth twitched, but he quickly let out a helpless sigh. "You brat, anyone can talk tough. But without real strength, stepping onto the battlefield is a one-way ticket to death. Today... there is absolutely no way you’re walking out of the Federation Government Building’s gates!"

"Teacher Wu, have you forgotten? I’ve never been an impulsive person. But today, I’m acting this impulsively. Don’t you find that strange?" Gao Neng looked at Wu Qingjing.

"What are you trying to say?"

"I’m trying to say, Teacher Wu, that I’m not who I was before. I’m not being impulsive enough to go get myself killed. I’m just trying to save someone!"

"Stop being so naive, Gao Neng. Even if you really do have a Rank 8 gene weapon, the most you can do is defeat a Rank 8. But there are Rank 9s on the Northern District battlefield!"

"How many Rank 8s can one Rank 9 handle at the same time?"

"At least five to ten!"

"Oh... then is Teacher certain that in this past month, I only managed to build *one* Rank 8 gene weapon?" Gao Neng asked.

"In one month, to build just one gene wea— wait, you... what do you mean?!" Looking at Gao Neng, Wu Qingjing felt his pupils shrink for some reason.

(Ah... this Chapter is over 4,000 characters, so I’m slowly making up for the word count I missed the last two days! Gao Neng is starting to show his power. Let me shamelessly ask for monthly tickets again. It’s only going to get more exciting from here!)