Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

"Ah, sorry, I was a little distracted." Zhang Renfeng shook his head, dispelling the unsettling vision, and said in a deep voice, "Let's stick to the original plan. We'll split into two groups and each go..."

The figure lurking in the darkness suddenly leaped up and pounced on Zhang Renfeng, the leader of the four!

"?!"

Yinshuang's extraordinary perception was on full display at this moment; she was the first among everyone to notice. However, she was standing too far away to warn him in time, so she could only form a hand seal and thrust it out forcefully, trying to shake Zhang Renfeng away!

Thus, the first blunder occurred after the team was formed.

"Boom!!"

Zhang Renfeng's legs seemed to be firmly rooted to the ground. The shockwave released by the magic seal hit him, but it was as if he had hit a rock and did not move at all!

Back when he was learning Qi Hard Kung Fu, he first practiced horse stance, then standing meditation, and finally the most difficult plum blossom stakes. His iron stance was already firmly rooted to the ground, as immovable as a mountain. In addition, Qi Hard Kung Fu is also a form of external martial arts training. Unless Zhang Renfeng intentionally uses force-absorbing techniques, in most cases, he is like a monster with super armor, completely untouchable!

"what!"

Instead, the recoil from the shockwave struck Silver Frost's body, sending her flying.

Zhang Renfeng was stunned for a moment because of this charge, and lost his last chance to realize the danger.

"Thump—!!"

With a deafening roar, Newman pounced like a hungry tiger, using the momentum of his fall to slam his fist into the ground. A deep crater was smashed into the stone bricks, cracks spreading outwards, and fragments of stone of all sizes scattered everywhere. Newman's face was contorted in a grotesque grimace; blood seeped from his eye sockets, nostrils, and ear canals, and beneath his skin, tiny, snake-like fungi writhed.

His hair had completely fallen out, replaced by sticky, thread-like strands emerging from the hair follicles.

"Phew... Phew... Finally..."

At this point, there's no need to say anything more. Whether you live or die, everything hinges on what happens before sunrise!

Newman gritted his teeth, raised his fist, and slammed it down hard!

"Boom-!!"

"Boom-!!"

"Boom-!!"

……

"ah-----!!"

He roared wildly like a beast unleashed from its cage, as if sensing the frenzied emotions, mycelium emerged from his mouth and trembled along with it.

One of the characteristics of higher animals is that they can feel pain.

Pain is a very important warning signal. It tells the owner of this body that if you continue your current behavior, it may lead to injury.

If a person is injured and bleeding but doesn't feel pain, they won't perceive the danger and therefore won't be able to identify potentially dangerous environments to avoid. From a biological evolutionary perspective, species that know how to seek advantage and avoid harm tend to live longer.

However, correspondingly, pain acts like a lock, restricting the body's muscle structure and the power it can truly unleash. When you punch a rock, your hand hurts; this is your body telling you that if you continue, your bones might break, so you naturally stop.

When the duck was operating at full power, the body's perception of pain naturally shut down. Under its micro-management, the power of every muscle was squeezed to the maximum, and Newman fiercely punched down, smashing a small crater into the ground.

The cracks became increasingly dense, and dust rose from them, obscuring his face.

But Newman was quite certain that such force was enough to smash a normal adult into a pulp.

He himself could hardly believe it.

"Could it be... that's... the end?"

"Hahahaha—!!" The next moment, Zhang Renfeng's loud laughter came from the dust and mist, full of energy, not at all like someone who had been punched. "You're so weak when you hit people, and you still dare to call yourself a bad guy leader? Where's the strength you had when you bullied little girls?"

The next moment, his curled-up legs kicked out like a cannon!

"Thump—!!"

Newman felt a sudden emptiness in his abdomen, as if his internal organs had been pierced through by the force. Before he could even look down, his vision was already blurring backward. He was slammed to the ground several times, like a stone skipping across water, until finally, his back slammed hard against something hard with a crack, and his cervical spine immediately deformed.

"Cough...cough..."

Newman's nearly frozen pupils dilated again in astonishment.

Zhang Renfeng didn't even give him time to cough. After kicking out, he used the powerful recoil to double-step in mid-air, twisting his shoulders, neck, and waist to execute an incredibly elegant power-dissipating move. The moment he landed, he had already readjusted his posture to its optimal state. Almost the instant his toes touched the ground, he lightly touched it, and like an arrow released from a bow, he streaked through the air, leaving a black trail as he hurtled towards himself!

"boom--!!"

A low, piercing sound.

The enhancements that the Wakame strain provides to the body are multifaceted. Besides the physical enhancements like resilience, strength, and self-healing, they also include software enhancements such as dynamic vision. At this moment, Newman's dynamic vision is enhanced; if he were an ordinary person, he wouldn't even be able to see this series of movements clearly.

This is insane! Is this the true value of a predetermined death? Just looking at it, you'd think he was the one who got the Rhododendron strain!

"Woo..."

There was no time to hesitate.

Newman propped himself up, using the stretching properties of the mycelium to gather all the strength from his muscles into his right arm. Undoubtedly, this action placed an immense strain on his body; his arm swelled abnormally, blood surged, and several veins bulged.

……

"There's actually someone who would choose to take Senior Brother's punch head-on!" Wolf exclaimed from afar, "That's incredibly powerful."

----

"boom-----!!!"

The impact of the fists lasted only one second.

The next second, Newman's arm exploded with a bang, as if a flower of blood had bloomed on the spot.

Chapter 451: The charlatan deserves to die!

The law that forces act in unison was proposed about 200 years ago.

When their fists collided, the force they received at that moment should actually be the same.

The real contest wasn't about who had the greater strength, but rather whose body could withstand the blows. Clearly, relying on unorthodox methods like Ruofu was no match for a well-trained physique. With that punch, Zhang Renfeng's arm didn't budge, while Newman's arm, unable to withstand the force, exploded.

……

"brush!"

The next moment, countless hyphae suddenly emerged from the fracture. They split open out of thin air, and the instant they came into contact with the air, countless tiny tentacles extended out. Each one reached out and used the fine thorns at the end of the tentacle to stick together the scattered and broken flesh, tissues, nerves, and bones.

This illogical scene utterly shocked Zhang Renfeng. He watched as the other's arm, in an extremely short time, extended various tentacles to gather all the shattered fragments. Then, like a pitcher plant, it suddenly retracted completely, the extreme movement transforming into extreme stillness in less than a breath!

Like a jigsaw puzzle, the arm, which just moments ago looked like a boneless chicken claw, was pieced together!

"Snapped!"

Newman used his free left hand to grab his neck. Zhang Renfeng reacted quickly, supporting his elbow with one hand and pressing down on his forearm with the other, applying force in opposite directions!

Click!

A classic joint lock technique instantly broke Newman's left arm.

The next moment, several mycelia emerged from his carpal tunnel and hooked onto Zhang Renfeng's collar, making him realize that subconsciously he still treated him as a human. In reality, Newman was merely wearing a human skin.

"Save the main course... for last!"

He coiled his tentacles around Zhang Renfeng, spun around, and with a powerful swing, threw him away. If Zhang Renfeng had to describe it, it was like being hit by an elephant's trunk—heavy, dull, giving him almost no time to adjust.

His body drew a strong, straight line in the air, and just as he was about to turn the tide and dissipate the force, he crashed hard into the wall.

"boom----!!"

The brick wall was breached in one strike, and he flew directly onto the street outside.

The raindrops grew denser and denser, pelting him.

----

"Finally, some peace and quiet." After completing this series of movements, Newman stretched his neck, making a cracking sound, and a smile that no human could achieve stretched his lips. "You guys, ah, it's you, [Kenkawa War Demon]."

His eyes were fixed on Ren, and he sneered, "So that's how it is. Is it Istavo who wants me dead? I thought he was some kind of professional when I was with him before."

"It has nothing to do with him. I've seen plenty of swindlers like you. To achieve your goals, you can use supernatural arts to manipulate and control all living beings at will... You deserve to die!"

Ren raised his katana high, the gleam of the blade reflecting in Ren's eyes, creating a cold, sharp light. His face and expression were equally stern. "Today is your death day!"

"Hahahaha!" Faced with Ren's declaration of certain death, Newman responded with a disdainful laugh, "Death date? What era do you think we live in? You think you can kill me with that thin piece of iron in your hand? You're really overestimating yourself..."

"?!"

In an instant, the mycelium in his body sensed the danger, tightened instantly, took control of his body, and cut off the rest of his sentence.

Ren maintained a sideways stance, holding the knife in one hand, leaning forward, and slightly narrowing his eyes. His posture at this moment seemed to have transcended the traditional upper, middle, and lower stances, with the blade loosely held under his left armpit, the tip touching the ground. His entire body was like a fully drawn bowstring, accumulating an increasingly powerful momentum in stillness.

Tick.

Rainwater seeped from the dome, fell to the ground, and shattered into eight pieces.

"boom----!!"

Newman's pupils contracted sharply.

The arc-shaped trajectory of the slash was reflected in it, flashing by! He dodged an upward slash by leaning back slightly—he himself didn't know why he dodged it; instinctively, he felt that taking the blow head-on would lead to something very bad.

"..." Ren's expression was neither sad nor happy. After his sword was dodged, he changed his stance. When the upward slash reached its highest point, he changed to holding the sword with both hands, with his thumbs on the outer edge and four fingers on each hand. He also used his waist, shoulders, and elbows to exert force and slashed out an arc in the air!

Eight-section cut!

"laugh----!!"

The blade sliced ​​in from the shoulder, cleanly and decisively cutting downwards and diagonally across Newman's body, cleaving his heart in two.

……

Snapped!

Newman gripped the blade, and from the clean cut, dense mycelium surged forth. Through the cut, one could vaguely see that the heart, already severed in two, was now entangled in countless mycelium, continuing to beat in his chest cavity in a very eerie way.

“What a pity.” Newman could no longer feel the pain; a smile even appeared on his lips because of this dramatic turn of events. “You should… have cut me…”

"laugh!"

Before he could finish speaking, a crossbow bolt flew out of nowhere, shooting from the tip of his nose and exiting through his brainstem with a sound like tofu being smashed. Blood, flesh, and skull fragments scattered, silencing his next words.

His eyes were wide open, slowly turning, as if he couldn't believe that his mind had actually been opened.

Without hesitation, Silverfrost drew a second arrow soaked in magic potion from her belt, pulled back the bowstring, and loaded it into her crossbow.

"Hell..."

Jin tried to pull the katana out of his body, but the part embedded within was tightly bound by mycelium. Like a spider's web, layer upon layer, densely packed together, as if wedged between cracks in a rock.

After hesitating for a moment, Ren simply gave up on continuing to draw his sword. Instead, he drew his second wakizashi, which he always carried with him, and with a quick movement, stabbed it into Ren's neck from the side!

……

"ah------!!!"

Without warning, Newman's face suddenly ripped open, and all traces of his "human" features were finally gone. Countless tentacles grew from under his skin, like moldy tofu that had been left unattended for too long and had grown hairy.

A smoke grenade hit the ground, and Ren used the rapidly rising smoke as cover to quickly retreat.

But Newman's attention didn't seem to be on him at all. At this moment, he had completely handed over control of the body to the Rhododendron strain inside him.

He lay sprawled on the ground, like a giant, four-legged black cockroach. Like an immortal Dover Doolin, he charged towards Silverfrost with an incredibly bizarre motion!

Chapter 452: The Wolf's Ultimate Skill

Gold and silver brushed past each other.

The wolf took full advantage of her agility and speed, dodging all attacks with script-like movement, including the sudden, unexpected mycelium attacks.

Throughout the process, she seemed to have completely broken free from the constraints of gravity, moving freely on the ground and walls. Mycelium kept shooting out from Newman's twisted body, like a spider web, trying to envelop her, but it never succeeded, not even touching her hair.

Her long hair flowed as she ran, like a golden flash.

"Thump—!!"

The fist, no longer resembling a human, slammed down heavily, sending bricks flying like water droplets. The wolf neither dodged nor evaded, but instead stepped on the man's arm, using it as a springboard to easily leap past the attack range, reaching close range and pulling the katana embedded in Newman's body.

Ren felt a pang of anxiety. Despite the intense battle, a sense of defeat welled up within him: her physical abilities, reflexes, and combat instincts were already among the best. If she was this skilled in unarmed combat, could it be that she had even dabbled in the weaponry techniques she was most proficient in?

The existence of "geniuses" is truly hurtful.

……

"call……"