My skill in becoming a god is landmine mastery.

No, no, no, that's not safe enough. What if these two guys don't fall for it?

Aha! Once he sends a message to summon his fleet back, we'll launch a pincer attack, and victory is assured!

Despite harboring ulterior motives, Makaba showed no change in expression, instead beaming as he continued to warmly invite Yang Yao and Soton inside.

As the saying goes, you can't hit a smiling face, but Yang Yao came here specifically to cause trouble. Even if Makaba makes him laugh so hard his anus pops out, Yang Yao is not going to let him off the hook today!

Besides, with that smug grin, Yang Yao would feel like he'd be doing himself a disservice if he didn't beat you up!

Without wasting any words, Yang Yao directly showed Makaba the answer with his fist. A punishment spell condensed in front of Yang Yao's palm and shot towards Makaba's head.

Makaba was startled and quickly dodged. The black beam of punishment struck a person behind him. With a scream, a large hole appeared in the person's body, and he collapsed to the ground, falling into a deep sleep.

Makaba could no longer maintain his composure; veins bulged on his forehead from anger at Yang Yao.

"Damn it! Since you don't know what's good for you, then you'll all die here today! All of you, attack!"

"Why didn't you just say that earlier? Stop whining and complaining. Who do you think you are, adding so much drama to your life?"

Yang Yao wasn't afraid when Makaba's men surrounded them; he even had time to make a few sarcastic remarks about Makaba himself.

But Makaba is definitely rich. He has dozens of henchmen behind him, all of them super soldiers, though they only seem to be first-generation, only slightly stronger than ordinary people.

It's not even as powerful as the little devils that a demon can casually create. I wonder where Makaba got these inferior genes from.

"Are these also legs cut off?" Thornton asked Yang Yao.

"Of course! Don't kill them, these are all treasures!"

Yang Yao licked his lips, his eyes gleaming as he looked at the dozens of super soldiers.

In any case, these super soldiers will definitely bring him a lot of skill points, and that's exactly what he's been waiting for!

"What treasure? These don't taste good."

Thorton muttered a few words, then with a crocodile-like roll, he charged into the crowd, his towering figure sending those who tried to block his way flying in all directions.

Yang Yao wasn't idle either. With Soton holding the line in front, Yang Yao used Punishment spells from behind Soton to finish off the downed thugs.

With their combined efforts, these inferior first-generation genes were no match for Yang Yao, and one by one they became the dead souls of Yang Yao. It's a pity that Karl's title of Grim Reaper was given by someone else; otherwise, they would have received the same treatment as Taotie in Karl's territory.

Behind these people, Makaba watched Yang Yao and Soton brutally and swiftly slaughter his men, his mouth nearly slamming to the ground.

His eyes were bulging and wide open, and his hands and feet were trembling uncontrollably.

He muttered in disbelief, "How could this place be so powerful? Killing my men is as easy as killing chickens!"

He wanted to fight, but after so many years of enjoying life, Makaba had been corrupted by beauty, and he had almost forgotten all about fighting.

Moreover, Makaba felt that even at his peak, he probably wouldn't be a match for these two killing gods.

Makaba panicked. He wanted to escape; the deaths of his men were no big deal. But he couldn't bear to give up his wonderful life here.

After hesitating for a moment, Makaba gritted his teeth and decided to run away. After all, he only had one life. Even if he had nothing, he was still a second-generation super soldier. Why did he have to risk his life against these two people here?

But the moment he turned around, Yang Yao immediately noticed him. He already had the Makaba perk up; he was the only second-generation super soldier here, capable of providing Yang Yao with at least a few dozen skill points. Yang Yao wasn't going to let him go.

Instead of following Soton, Yang Yao bent his knees and soared into the sky. The next second, like a rocket launching, with a deafening sonic boom, Yang Yao's entire body exploded towards Makaba.

Hearing the noise behind him, Makaba immediately turned around, only to see a huge foot. How huge? It was probably only two inches away from Makaba's face!

In an instant, the sole of the foot slammed into Makaba's face. Makaba, like a husky tumbling down a snow-capped mountain, spun 360 degrees in mid-air dozens of times, crashing through the walls of dozens of buildings before becoming embedded in one.

A pattern of Yang Yao's foot was imprinted on Makaba's face. Yang Yao flew over to take a look.

I have to say, you look much more pleasing to the eye now!

Of course, Yang Yao's kick wouldn't kill a second-generation super soldier. In fact, anyone above the second-generation super soldier level, unless it was an overwhelming crushing blow, would be extremely difficult to kill.

The second-generation super soldiers are difficult to kill without flame-level weapons. The God-Slaying No. 1 armor-piercing round was okay against the first generation, but the second-generation super soldiers have developed a certain degree of immunity to the God-Slaying No. 1 bullet. Even if it hits their head, it is difficult to kill them. They are indeed difficult to kill!

Of course, those who are courting death don't count. If he ran into the sun, he'd probably still get burned. A super soldier who can withstand the temperature of a star would have to be at least a third-generation god-level being.

Otherwise, the sun wouldn't be able to instill fear in so many civilizations across the universe with its flare technology.

As it turned out, Makaba was indeed alright. He used his hands to push himself off the wall and landed on the ground. Touching his face, he felt the extra lines on his skin and couldn't help but feel a surge of anger:

"You don't hit someone in the face! You have no sportsmanship!"

Yang Yao landed on the ground with his arms crossed: "Oh ho, you're talking about martial ethics now? Does running away count as having martial ethics?"

"I was just making a strategic retreat!" Makaba argued, but this explanation was hardly convincing.

"Stop talking nonsense and prepare to die!" Yang Yao was too lazy to argue with him and launched an attack directly.

Seeing this, Makaba reacted quickly. Now that he was backed into a corner, he also unleashed his full potential.

The two instantly became entangled. Makaba's super gene didn't possess any special powers; it merely gave him the basic regenerative abilities and physical attributes of a second-generation super soldier, with perhaps slightly greater strength.

Coincidentally, Yang Yao was also a power-type fighter, and the two were evenly matched for a time.

The surrounding buildings gradually crumbled during their confrontation, and countless things were destroyed.

However, Yang Yao's strength, combined with the defense and computing capabilities of the nanotech armor, and his ability to use punishment magic, gradually gave him the upper hand.

A pair of fists were pressed down on Makaba's head, and the reckless manner made even Makaba feel scared!

Dude, you look more like you've been driven to the brink than I am? Are you really that reckless?

Makaba was terrified and turned to run, but it was too late.

Yang Yao charged forward like a cannonball and punched Makaba in the stomach.

Makaba was sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground, and a mouthful of blood spurted from its mouth.

Yang Yao rushed forward and stepped on Makaba's back, preventing Makaba from getting up.

With his other hand clenched into a fist, he slammed it hard into the back of Makaba's head, just like Wu Song fighting the tiger.

With each punch, even the body of the second-generation super soldier, Makaba, gradually couldn't withstand Yang Yao's immense power—almost a thousand tons! It's like several road rollers crushing your head at once; even a super soldier couldn't withstand that! (Meng Lei version of Liang Bing)