Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

Unlike Zhang Renfeng, who often made large, sweeping movements, Lang went to the other extreme. Her movements were small, yet she mobilized her body's strength to the fullest.

Taking a deep breath, she held the knife in a sword-wielding posture, twisted her wrist, and with a single stroke, precisely severed Newman's Achilles tendon.

“I can’t believe it…” Jin couldn’t help but sigh upon seeing this.

As for knife skills, she probably doesn't know any, because what she's using right now is definitely not something from the realm of weaponry like "knife skills" or "sword skills." If you were to use an idiom to describe it, it would be like a master butcher who has been butchering oxen for decades. Even without looking, he knows by heart which cuts to make light and heavy, and in which direction to cut.

With a single, swift movement, the wolf's blade flashed like lightning, and he even had the strength to dodge Newman's attack.

For the first few seconds, his attacks were quite frequent, interspersed with angry howls. The wolf adjusted the position of the wakizashi that had been stuck in his neck, and after blocking his throat, he could no longer make a sound.

Unable to sever his limbs, the wolf, in a split second, used stabbing and picking motions to cripple his tendons in his hands and feet, as well as all the muscles that drive his limbs. As a result, Newman's counterattacks grew weaker and weaker, until gradually, only flesh and blood flew out as he was being torn apart.

point.

横。

Draw.

pick.

turn.

……

The wolf combined even more delicate movements, its blade moving so fast it seemed like a silver snake swirling and dancing around him, tearing his remaining flesh apart.

"Swish swish swish—!!"

On the other side of the distant ocean, there is a special kind of executioner, a skilled trade in the profession. Their method of execution is bloody, barbaric, and gorgeous—that is, slow slicing.

Sword techniques are always interconnected. At this moment, Wolf compressed the 3,357 cuts of the first-class slow slicing into a few minutes and quickly finished them off! Amidst a tooth-grinding sound of bone being scraped, only a handful of Newman's intact parts remained. Without the cover of flesh and skin, his true appearance at this moment was simply unbearable to look at.

The internal organs had been almost completely eaten away.

The hyphae form clumps that cover the tops, serving as an alternative filler.

With a thud, his tendons were completely severed, and his legs could no longer bear his weight, causing him to kneel down quickly. As if sensing the temperature difference, the mycelium and tentacles inside grew out all at once, transforming into sharp spikes, resembling an swollen, dark red cactus.

"Heh... Hehe, really impressive... I have to admit, there are really a lot of talented and extraordinary people in this world."

Several hyphae come together to form a tendril, which emerges from the body, wraps around the ribcage stuck in the neck, and is suddenly pulled out and thrown to the ground.

With a clanging sound, it seemed to be a mockery of the crowd.

"But so what?"

Once the flesh and blood have been removed and the internal organs hollowed out, he is nothing more than a bacterial strain on clothes and skeleton.

The mycelium pieced together his face, mimicking the structure of muscle clusters, allowing him to force out a cold laugh. "Perhaps I should thank you for removing my useless, weak limbs. I've never felt so good before..."

His body, in its current state, could be described in one word: a chaotic dance of demons. Fungal hyphae had devoured his internal organs, endlessly dividing and multiplying, making him increasingly twisted. Countless tentacles coiled into a nest-like vortex, baring their fangs and claws, gradually expanding his size to five or six times its original size.

Newman's smile grew increasingly ferocious, and his mycelium-formed body opened its maw, swallowing the wolf whole.

Just before being swallowed up, the girl planted her katana in the ground, closed her eyes slightly, calmed her breathing and heartbeat, and entered a state of perfect tranquility.

----

"Snapped!"

The whip tip made a crisp, clean sound as it struck the top, causing it to spin rapidly until it was too fast for the human eye to see.

Upon hearing the sudden sound of the whip, the wolf shrank its neck and instinctively hid behind Zhang Renfeng.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Renfeng asked, his mouth full of oil as he ate a string of candied hawthorns and a bag of fried pork cracklings.

"When...when they locked me up before..."

Zhang Renfeng quickly understood the girl's reaction to the sound of the whip, so he gave her his candied hawthorn and comforted her, "It's alright, it's just a child playing a game of crossing the river."

Summoning its courage, the wolf peeked out and saw the people wielding the whips—two children, indeed. Their clothes and appearance didn't suggest they were from ordinary families. As they whipped the spinning tops, they sang a children's song with beaming faces, "Brother, brother! Next year we'll carry swords and spears, riding golden spinning tops!"

The wolf's tone shifted from fear to curiosity, "Is this... some kind of game?"

"Pretty much. Kids from wealthy families buy their whips and tops from the market. The whips even have decorations on the handles, you can tell they were bought. Kids from ordinary families can carve their own tops from wood, and they can only use thin willow twigs for whips, but they can still play. Once you master the technique, you don't need much strength to swing the whip, so it's a game suitable for all ages. Draw two lines on the ground, each person stands on one side, and the person who spins the top to the other side wins."

Zhang Renfeng wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth and said with a rather proud tone, "By the way, when I was eight years old, no one played this game with me anymore. Because I was too strong, if I lashed out with my whip, my spinning top would smash into pieces along with the other person's. That's called mutual destruction. I didn't win, but he didn't lose either."

……

"Snapped!!"

The wolf stared blankly at the whip that was now in motion, its tip and tail leaving a trail of afterimages in the air.

----

"boom-------!!!!"

A loud bang suddenly came from nowhere.

No one knew what the wolf had done; the mycelium surged forth like a tidal wave, swallowing her whole, cutting off Ren and Yinshuang's view. But before the two could worry about the girl for even a second, the powerful sound wave had already broken through the mycelium's web, spreading out and shredding the mycelium's tendrils into pieces.

The arched stained glass windows on the first floor were shattered all at once!

Chapter 453: In the West, everyone has their own things to do.

Despite the layer of mycelium as a base, Ren was still knocked to the ground, his face filled with shock.

The last time he heard such a noise was when the warship fired its cannons. He just couldn't understand how a seemingly petite girl with nothing on her body could make such a sound. Even if her physique was extraordinary, she should only be at the level of a martial arts master!

……

At the center of the smoke screen, the mycelium could not withstand the impact and broke off one after another.

This time, even the regeneration speed was much slower, as if it had suffered enormous damage from the inside out. As an excellent wooden stake that had withstood this attack, Newman's mind was still barely functioning, his withered lips trembling slightly. He had witnessed the whole process, but the last shred of rationality made him unable to believe it.

"This...this is impossible..."

The mycelium supported his head, acting as his neck, and slowly lifted him up. When he saw the wolf's right arm, his horror was palpable.

That petite, slender, and seemingly harmless arm delivered a fatal blow just three seconds earlier.

The reaction force completely destroyed her fist; blood spurted out like tomato sauce, and her five fingers were twisted and deformed beyond recognition. The outermost skin peeled away, revealing the white, bony finger bones.

The girl remained expressionless, simply flicking her wrist. A few cracking sounds rang out, and the bent bones straightened on their own. The extremely severe injury began to heal itself. In no time, her hand was indistinguishable from a normal person's; were it not for the layer of blood covering it, it would be impossible to tell that it had ever been injured.

"It can actually... be even faster than the self-healing ability of the seventh generation of the Ruofu strain..." Newman was greatly shocked by this. He felt as if the result of his lifelong pursuit had been crushed under his feet. Half collapsing and half sincerely asking, "What... what are you? How can a human fist deliver such an attack?"

“It’s very simple,” the wolf said calmly, raising his right arm as if he really wanted to teach him. “Just be faster than ‘sound’.”

"what??!"

Not only Newman, but Renhe Yinshuang was also completely dumbfounded, their faces filled with expressions that said, "What nonsense are you spouting?"

The only one who wasn't surprised was Zhang Renfeng, who picked up the stone statue, roared angrily, and smashed it down from mid-air!

----

"boom----!!"

"It's thundering." Vivian murmured, gazing at the torrential rain outside the window. "Snowstorms and thunderstorms, this has been really strange lately. Are all the weather gods drunk up in the heavens?"

"Miss Vivian, don't you like the rain?" Aurora asked timidly.

“I don’t like it. It’s so boring when it rains. I can only stay in the cave, staring blankly around the fire. And I’m freezing. There’s nothing I can do.” Vivian shook her head and chuckled softly. “But I don’t hate it either. At least, the town should be a little cleaner after this. Don’t you think so?”

……

The girl, preoccupied with her own thoughts, remained silent and did not answer her.

Even for an adult, the events of this day are dramatic and beyond comprehension, let alone a child whose mind is not yet mature and who has been thrown into the center of the incident.

It took Aurora a long time to finally come to terms with it. Accepting Newman Rudinburgh's previous actions was actually "harming" her, and the surrounding environment prevented her from even crying out for help. Her coming to work at Tao's research institute was a subconscious cry for help; only in the completely isolated atmosphere of this town could she speak fluently about everything.

Her mother, Mrs. Tuden, sat blankly outside, sometimes sobbing, sometimes covering her face, looking terrified and unsure how to cope.

The neighbors who had come to demand their money had long since dispersed; once blood was spilled, this rabble scattered faster than anyone else. Only one person remained, anxiously sitting outside the door, making no further move.

"..."

Vivian glanced at Mrs. Tuden, lowered her head slightly, and said softly, "Aurora, would you mind cooperating with your sister for a little while?"

"Cooperate...?" Aurora tilted her head in confusion. "Ms. Vivian, do you want me to be your nude model?"

"No, it's something else." Vivian patted her head and said in a tone of tenderness, like she was lovingly caring for a small animal, "In a little while, I'll kiss your neck. It will hurt a little bit, but it's okay, because you'll fall asleep soon. After you fall asleep, you'll still vaguely feel someone calling your name. At that time, you absolutely, absolutely must not respond."

"Even if your mother is calling you, you mustn't respond, understand?"

"why?"

“Hmm… how should I put it…” Vivian pondered for a moment, then smiled softly, “For example, if you own a very beautiful vase and place it in your home, you take its existence for granted, just like sunlight and air, and you won’t cherish it.”

"You only realize when you fall to the ground and break into pieces—ah, I've completely lost it. That's pretty much what it feels like."

……

"Perfect weather!" Tao pulled out three metal probes from some obscure corner, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Thunderstorm, nothing could be more perfect!"

"My God...please, go get some sleep. You haven't touched a pillow for almost 48 hours since yesterday." Tito rubbed his forehead, looking at him helplessly. "If you die from overwork, I won't be able to explain myself!"

“It won’t make a difference if we wait a little longer, Tito. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time. I need to figure out the ultimate attraction of lightning.” Tao’s attitude was firm, leaving no room for negotiation. “These three are lightning rods that I made, and this [static detection device] will cause the filament to flash violently when the detector points to a suitable location for a conductor!”

"When the filament starts to flicker, you place the lightning rod on the ground, and then..."

"We can harness the power of nature to create life!"

His gaze fell upon the metal object covered by a white cloth in the center of the hall, and his eyes flashed with a fanaticism that was completely different from usual.

“Ah…not to mention the safety issues…” Tito sighed, glancing at the distraught Mrs. Tuden, “Do you really want to continue your scientific experiments in this atmosphere?”

"If you want to express your emotions, there are countless days when you can do so tomorrow, the day after tomorrow... But with thunderstorms like this, if you miss this one, who knows when you'll get another chance? The progress of scientific exploration is like a giant ship; if you don't move forward, you fall behind!"

Tao patted Tito on the shoulder and said solemnly, "Go, Tito!"

Chapter 454: The Second God

"Is he dead?"

Seeing this, even the battle-hardened Ren couldn't help but frown—this time, Zhang Renfeng was going all out, aiming directly for his "head." He casually picked up a stone statue and, like a pestle, slammed it hard onto Newman's skull. Instantly, red and white splattered out, and he fell silent.

"This is the first time I've fought such a bizarre battle... Both the opponents and teammates are incredibly strange. I can see that each of you possesses extraordinary skills."

Ren pulled the katana from the ground and carefully examined the blade and body. Finding no nicks or chips, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now, the wolf slammed it into the ground, startling Ren so much his heart nearly stopped. A samurai sword isn't a blunt weapon; such a collision could easily chip it. Fortunately, his ancestral sword was quite durable, having survived a bloody battle without much damage.

Ren pressed down on the blade with one hand, wiped it, and then reignited it with a flame. Because he had cut something unclean, he was disinfecting it in this way.

"How exactly did you execute that move? Supersonic speed and all that is an exaggeration, right?"

“…Right?”

Faced with Zhang Renfeng and the wolf's silence, Ren couldn't help but ask again.

“Actually… it can’t be considered that. This should be regarded as another high-end application of force dissipation after ‘neutralizing force’ and ‘silk coiling force’. It’s like climbing stairs, one step at a time. Once you reach that level, you will naturally master what you need to master.” Zhang Renfeng shook his head and exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, “You’re really amazing, Wolf. You’re really only one step away from the Lesser Formless Skill.”

"It's a good thing you and your senior brother aren't in the same country or on the same track, otherwise, given his personality, who knows how anxious he would be," he thought to himself.

"No, not really." The wolf lowered its head slightly, a little embarrassed, its emerald eyes sparkling. "If you want to learn, senior brother, I can tell you the key points. It's very simple."

"No need," Zhang Renfeng waved his hand in refusal.

"No need?" Ren looked at him with disbelief.

"The sense of accomplishment comes from pushing your own limits. It's like buying a kite but giving it to someone else and watching them fly it. No matter how high the kite flies, what does it have to do with me?"

Zhang Renfeng patted his chest, smiling with unwavering confidence, "Even if it flies a little low at first, at least I launched the kite myself. Watching it rise higher and higher, that's how you achieve true peace of mind!"

"Listen to what you're saying, is that even human language?"—Ren really wanted to say that.

Ren had witnessed the entire duel between him and Zhu Kuilong, and knew a little about the inside story, which made him feel a sense of absurdity.

If you call this "flying a little lower at the beginning," what about everyone else? They're probably all dragging their kites around on the ground.

"With the leader dead, the remaining followers should scatter like birds and beasts. In the end, we can say we've successfully infiltrated. Next, according to the original plan, we'll search this place thoroughly to see if there's anything useful..."

……

While they were talking, Silverfrost was silently eliminating the remaining colonies—they all stopped moving the instant Newman's skull was smashed, completely losing their previous vigor. They were like plants that hadn't been watered for days and started to wilt.

When the burning iron sword pierces it, it bursts into flames, and only then, stimulated by the temperature, can it barely move.

So, is that it?