82: Chapter 82 Super Clone Technique! The First Time Management Master of the Apocalypse is Born!

Yu Feng sat in the spacious and comfortable Captain's chair, toying with a scroll radiating a purplish-gold glow.

[Super Clone Technique Scroll: Holding this scroll allows you to expend mental energy to create physical clones that exist for a period of time. After the clone is dismissed, its memories will return to the main body.]

A bright glint flashed in Yu Feng's eyes, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl upwards slightly.

"This system truly understands my thoughts more and more. This skill is practically tailor-made for me."

He knew very well that as his Yufeng Alliance grew in size, the number of top-tier goddesses around him also increased.

Su Nian, Alisa, Liu Ruyan, Shen Tiantian, Ding Yutong, the Ling sisters... every one of them was a peerless beauty among thousands.

Even though his physique had reached a superhuman 76 points, he still couldn't be everywhere at once.

Busy with monster grinding, leveling up, and handling affairs every day, his time spent with them was indeed limited.

What's more, there were many campus belles and female classmates on the plane who yearned to awaken their abilities.

They often hinted and openly expressed their desires to him, even deliberately puffing out their proud assets when brushing past him in the corridor, some even intentionally falling to bump into him.

"With this Clone Technique, my clone can command from now on, while my main body can 'tutor' those girls who want to awaken, and incidentally improve their physical fitness."

Yu Feng stroked his chin, revealing a wicked smirk.

He was most willing to help with matters like this, which not only allowed him to build a vast harem but also incidentally enhance the combat power of everyone.

He took a deep breath and pressed the scroll directly against his glabella.

A vast and gentle energy instantly surged into his brain, and the principles of the Super Clone Technique were deeply imprinted in his memory like instinct.

However, now was not the time to try out the clones; the myriad machines pressing down outside had not yet been dealt with.

Yu Feng looked at the main control panel, the dense fire control data making him feel an unprecedented power.

"100 launch units, 5000 magic energy tracking missiles. If all of these were revealed, it would probably scare those guys into wetting their pants on the spot."

He lightly tapped the screen with his finger, issuing a hidden command.

"Click-clack—"

The massive missile matrix on the back of the aircraft slowly retracted, sinking beneath the thickened ultra-red Nano Crystal Steel armor.

In the end, only ten pitch-black launch tubes, arranged in a fan shape, remained on the belly of the aircraft.

"One must be low-key. Hiding ninety percent of my trump cards, these remaining ten tubes are enough to give them a taste of hell."

Yu Feng leaned back leisurely in the leather seat, confidently watching the approaching red dots on the radar.

At this moment, the air outside the Extreme Cold Rift was almost solidified.

Tens of thousands of rogue players held their breath, their eyes fixed on that eerie red fighter.

"What... what level of armor is this? Why do I feel like my soul is being sucked in just by looking at it?"

"Is that an advanced material of Nano Crystal Steel? A fully enclosed structure, you can't even find a tiny seam. How terrifying must its defense be?"

Jue Ying sat in the transport plane, his old face flushed crimson with extreme excitement.

"This is a true man's big toy! Look at the launch tubes under the wings, their caliber is thicker than my thigh!"

"Ten missile launch ports. If they all fired simultaneously, those flimsy planes of the Di Sha Alliance would instantly turn into fireworks."

The previously silent rogue aircraft swarm became boisterous again, countless envious and worshipful gazes converging on the crimson hunter fighter jet.

At this moment, in their hearts, this aircraft was the ultimate dream of wasteland survival.

War God Alliance position.

Xiao Zhantian stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his fingers almost leaving scratch marks on the alloy window frame from excessive force.

"A perfect-grade Level 7 aircraft... where did this kid get the materials? Even emptying the entire Desolate Continent wouldn't yield them."

His ferocious scar twitched violently as his muscles tensed.

When he saw the ten deliberately exposed missile launch tubes, Xiao Zhantian's eyelids twitched wildly.

"Missile launch tubes of this caliber can definitely instantly kill all Level 7 fighters currently on the market."

As the leader of a top guild, he understood too well what such deterrence meant.

But then, he turned to look at the radar screen, and the shock in his eyes was gradually replaced by a deep worry.

"My friend, although your firepower is fierce, you're facing the full might of the Di Sha Alliance and the Tianxia Alliance."

Xiao Zhantian gritted his teeth, looking at the enemy aircraft swarm that blotted out the sky.

"Eleven thousand heavily armed fighters, three Level 7 aircraft. Even if your ten tubes are full of missiles, how many can they stop?"

In his opinion, aerial combat ultimately came down to attrition.

Once the missiles were intercepted or exhausted, facing thousands of times the enemy' forces, even the thickest armor would only become meat on the chopping block.

"Prepare for battle! Everyone push your energy to the max! Even if it means ramming them with our lives, I will buy my brother a few minutes!"

Xiao Zhantian issued the tragic combat order.

Deep within the Extreme Cold Rift, thick leaden clouds were violently torn apart by turbulent air currents.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!—"

More than five thousand heavily armed fighters of the Di Sha Alliance roared in like a black tsunami, carrying monstrous killing intent.

The engine of each fighter roared at overload, and the ear-shattering pressure caused the glaciers on both sides of the rift to constantly crack and fall.

The rogue players who were waiting in line to watch were instantly awed by this regular army-like oppressive force.

"Retreat quickly! This is no place for humans to stay!"

"The Di Sha Alliance has gone mad; they're going to drag everyone down with them!"

Watching the approaching Di Sha Alliance fleet, countless small planes scrambled and fled to the outer ring, the innate fear making them unable to even grip their joysticks steadily.

And at the center of the Di Sha Alliance fleet, a gigantic dark-gold passenger plane, over sixty meters long, slowly descended.

Lv.7 Bloody Passenger Plane.

Tuoba Xiao sat in the Captain's seat, his fleshy face covered in a sinister gloom.

He stared intently at the fighter gleaming with an eerie red glow in the wind and snow, his jealousy almost turning into tangible flames.

"That idiot Cao Yuan was actually cut down by just one plane. It was truly a waste for me to use the alliance's supplies to help him upgrade."

Tuoba Xiao's voice was hoarse and brutal, like a provoked beast.

When he noticed the ten missile launch tubes, the hand he was about to use to order an immediate attack abruptly paused.

He had survived in the wasteland for so long relying on his cunning paranoia.

"Just finished upgrading, and the golden light hasn't even faded, yet he dares to stop there so brazenly. This kid is suspicious."

He glanced at the War God Alliance, which was holding the line on the flank, and his suspicions deepened.

"When did that reckless Xiao Zhantian become so patient? Could this be a trap they set together, just waiting for me to jump in?"

Tuoba Xiao snorted coldly, not immediately launching an attack.

People like him preferred to let others be cannon fodder.

"That arrogant Li Tianbao is right behind me. I'll wait for the Tianxia Alliance to test the waters, and then I'll reap the benefits."

At this moment, several mocking comments from rogue players floated across the public battle channel.

"What kind of Di Sha Alliance is this! Five thousand planes scared senseless by ten missile tubes!"

"Tuoba Xiao, why don't you attack! Didn't you want to collect seventy percent of the toll! What kind of skill is it to cower in the back like a grandson!"

Each direct taunt was like a slap across Tuoba Xiao's face.

Tuoba Xiao's face turned purple with rage, and he slammed his hand on the table.

"What are you looking at! A bunch of lowly commoners! If you dare to shout again, once I deal with this eerie red fighter, I'll kill all of you to vent my anger!"

His threat was extremely effective, and the rogue channel instantly quieted down considerably.

However, this extremely tense situation did not ease due to Tuoba Xiao's retreat.

On the contrary, an even more terrifying and absolutely dominant oppressive force was sweeping from deep within the Kunlun Mountains.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Dull sonic booms approached from afar.

Two helicopters, massive as moving castles, were the first to burst through the clouds, the fierce winds generated by their rotating propellers blowing away all the snow below.

The Lv.7 netherworld armed helicopter, with high-frequency guided missiles mounted on both sides, gleamed with despair-inducing cold light in the sunlight.

Immediately after, five hundred Lv.6 heavy cruise passenger planes spread out in a large V-formation, completely obscuring the entire sky.

And at the center of this fleet, capable of crushing any will to resist, a dark-gold fighter radiating an aura of absolute dominance appeared.

The Lv.7 apocalypse fighter, Li Tianbao's personal mount.

This magnificent configuration, like a regular army on an expedition, plunged the entire rift airspace into a deathly silence.

Jue Ying looked at the elite fleet that stretched almost endlessly, his palms covered in cold sweat.

"Is this... the foundation of the Desolate Continent's number one guild?"

Fu Su also slumped in the pilot's seat, his throat dry as he swallowed.

"Alliance Leader... do we really still have a chance to win this time?"

The atmosphere of the entire scene was pushed to its climax at this moment, all eyes focused on that solitary eerie red fighter.