Apocalypse Gachapon Chapter 1867: Letting points

Upon her sudden reemergence, she found herself in a spot nearby the chaos of battle, yet safely beyond the reach of Ye Zhongming's ambush setup.

Without a moment's hesitation, Airezeiya dashed at full speed toward where the captain stood. It took over a dozen seconds before she slowed just a bit, glanced skyward, and released a signal flare into the air.

This gesture was her way of aiding the comrades she'd left behind, even though... guilt didn't weigh on her conscience at all.

Of course, Ye Zhongming spotted the woman making her escape, though it barely registered with him. Only when she vanished into that gray mist and popped up elsewhere did his eyes narrow faintly.

A compatriot from Earth—fine, he'd let Ji Ruiguang and his group handle her.

In the midst of the fight, Ye Zhongming's squad had seized total control. The enemy group, starting with eleven members, now counted five dead, one fled, and the last five all wounded and cornered in a tight space.

The Fengkan Race's shield warrior found this clash utterly exhilarating, not due to its length or balance, but simply because it was so straightforward.

Truly, it felt effortless.

In theory, these foes were also nine-star evolved beings, their power roughly equal to his own. A direct confrontation would have been fierce, no matter who came out on top.

Thanks to his innate racial abilities, he served as a shield warrior. Be it among his kin or elsewhere, his role centered on protection—essentially, absorbing blows. Yet this time around, he savored the rush of landing strikes himself.

His pair of massive shields hummed through the air as he wielded them, pummeling the already terrified adversaries until they wailed in despair.

The reason he got to unleash attacks stemmed from the fact that every member of Ye Zhongming's crew was now on the offensive. If he held back, would he simply spectate?

Having committed to the "Win" strategy, this Fengkan Race fighter paid no mind to turning red-named; points were all that counted. A green name suited him just fine too.

Summoning his full might, he seized a opening, hurled the shield from his right hand, then lunged ahead with his body bent low and head down.

One foe, freshly repelled by Ye Zhongming's blade and on the verge of taking a hit, met bad luck. By the moment he spotted the incoming shield, evasion was impossible. He had to trust his gear and nine-star physique to endure. He first swung his own weapon to blunt the impact, only for it to shatter. In desperation, he threw up his arms, which snapped under the force. The shield struck him squarely before dropping away. Agony surged as he toppled backward, but the Fengkan Race warrior denied him even that. With a brutal headbutt into the now-exposed torso, the shoulder spikes crafted by Ye Zhongming tore through the enemy's chest, ending him on the spot.

Watching his points surge by hundreds in an instant, the Fengkan Race warrior acted like he'd downed an energy boost, roaring as he barreled toward the next target.

If he lagged, there might be scraps left at all.

Having set up that chance for the burly fighter, Ye Zhongming pulled away.

These adversaries did boast hefty point totals. Each elimination matched almost a full day's haul from hunting, yet he chose not to vie with his allies for them right now. In the plan's early phase, sharing some points with these folks to deliver real gains would strengthen team bonds and spirits down the line.

The skirmish wrapped up swiftly. From the enemies' entry into the trap to the final one's collapse, barely two minutes passed. Traps kicked things off, followed by distant strikes, then the divide-and-conquer move—these tactics left the foes reeling. With their mightiest member bolting early, the rest posed little threat.

One survivor lay gravely hurt but breathing. It wasn't a lack of desire to finish him; the fight's flow offered no window. Abandoning posts to claim a near-dead foe risked looking greedy and weakening the surround.

Once the dust settled, no one hurried to claim the kill and points, instead awaiting Ye Zhongming's call on distribution.

"Everyone's aware of He's special position. Though she skipped the melee with foes, her support proved vital beyond measure. Handing this one to her—anyone against it?"

The group nodded nearly in unison, signaling approval.

Should Ye Zhongming have assigned it elsewhere, gripes might have surfaced, but to He? Not a single protest.

Beyond that, the potions in their kits were all her handiwork—for which they owed Ye Zhongming even more thanks. In heated moments of peril, her water chains always reinforced them, leaving the squad unscathed. Forgo one kill? They'd yield several without hesitation.

Fostering ties with the healer ranked second only to cozying up to the leader.

Ye Zhongming's unit, counting him, totaled nine, with Qiuqiu as the extra outsider. Post this quick clash, all but Qiuqiu notched kills. The Six-Eye Race ally bagged two, the rest one apiece—balanced and just.

Regarding the Six-Eye Race member's double kill and double points haul—that reflected his prowess. As a distant fighter holding the side alone, drawing enemy fire and courting charges—securing an bonus elimination made sense.

After a quick sweep of the site, Ye Zhongming signaled, and the team bolted toward the adjacent fray. Roughly ten minutes remained in the third mini-cycle's hour timer. Should Ji Ruiguang's group fail to wrap up their marks, aid might prove necessary.

The two clashes sat close; Ye Zhongming's crew reached the scene in about thirty seconds.

The fight dragged on, though meddling seemed unnecessary since just the top-powered captain resisted fiercely, though battered and bleeding. Over a dozen bodies littered the ground; Ji Ruiguang's forces had suffered losses too.

Spotting Ye Zhongming's arrival, Ji Ruiguang—who hung back from the assault—approached and nodded toward the captain.

"A guy with more than three thousand points—nailing him nets over a thousand. Tempted?"

"You offering it my way?" Ye Zhongming arched a brow. Such a haul topped the totals of plenty of lower-ranked rookies.

"If it were solely my call, sure, it'd go to you no problem, but with so many around, you'd swap it for gear, potions, that sort of thing. Makes convincing them smoother."

Ye Zhongming glanced across; the captain teetered on collapse, rejecting surrender and aiming to drag others down. Meanwhile, he gauged Ji Ruiguang's crew strength—close to thirty strong.

"Agreed." Ye Zhongming pondered briefly before accepting Ji Ruiguang's terms. Snagging those thousand-plus points would push his sum past five thousand, nearing six, vaulting him toward the top five! The lead over the leading trio would shrink dramatically.

Securing that thousand-point windfall triggered ripples Ye Zhongming hadn't foreseen.