Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

Tim looked puzzled, raised his hand, and looked at the clean break of the claw. The recoil from that claw strike made him feel as if he had hit a rock.

"What?" Zhang Renfeng sneered, "Didn't you foresee this in your 'grand plan'?"

He grabbed Tim's wrist from behind, wrapped his palm around Tim's wrist, and twisted it sharply!

"Crack—!!"

Before Tim could react, his arm was twisted several times by a spiraling force, as if he had fallen into a whirlpool.

Zhang Renfeng had once used the "Dislocating Tendons and Bones Hand" on Tuku, a joint lock technique that targets soft tissue and can quickly disarm an arm. But this opponent now didn't even have any joints left; heaven knows what his arm was made of.

For the sake of convenience, Zhang Renfeng used a more direct technique, completely shredding his arm, which was equivalent to using joint locks as well, since the result was the same anyway.

"My God..."

He couldn't help but exclaim.

The skin was cracked, and the muscle beneath it was a silvery-white fibrous substance, completely filled with hyphae. These hyphae replaced the fleshy tissue, using secreted keratin to strengthen and lengthen the bones, and using the generated serous fluid to replace blood, constantly proliferating.

That's why his body can stretch and grow stronger like clay; what's under his skin isn't muscle anymore, but fungal hyphae that mimic human tissue, which can be made in any quantity he wants.

Their entire bodies have practically become their petri dishes!

Despite having his arm shredded, Tim felt only limited pain; his anger was far greater. With his intact left hand, he grabbed Zhang Renfeng and slammed him to the ground.

"Thump—!!"

Smashing through everything in its path, Zhang Renfeng was once again embedded in the wall, the force so great that even the iron gate beside him vibrated.

Chapter 678: Kill Yourself

Zhang Renfeng lightly tapped the wall and leaped down through the hole. His steps were light and his movements fluid, causing Tim's pupils, which were barely recognizable as human, to shrink slightly—the previous commotion of falling and hitting had been quite a spectacle. Yet, judging from the other's movements, it seemed to have had no effect; he could still move freely.

Looking at the ground and walls, with the craters that were clearly smashed, it's hard to say for a moment which one mutated into a monster.

“It’s definitely different from what I encountered in Dover Hill.” Zhang Renfeng stretched his shoulders and neck, making a cracking sound. This action had a strong sense of “warm-up over”, which made Tim a little unsure of himself.

"Is that what you're wearing for combat?" His tone was full of sarcasm. "In the end, in his eyes, you're no different from those security guards who pretend to be killed by arrows; you're just one of his dogs."

“I’m the dog that lives on the top floor,” Tim continued, using the same analogy. “As for those guys you care about, I can look down on them from up there! I can see how lowly they are, struggling to survive in the dust. From that height, when they see Mr. Lane and me standing together, they’ll just feel like we’re out of reach.”

"Does it matter whether it's a human or a dog?"

“You’re right.” After a moment of silence, Zhang Renfeng didn’t argue anymore, but nodded. “There will always be people living on the top floor; you can’t kill them all.”

Tim was taken aback.

"But I will use my talents to create more houses on this land. These houses will not be as big, as tall, or as luxurious as your high-rises and penthouses, but they will be enough for ordinary people to live a peaceful and stable life."

Zhang Renfeng's tone was calm, a kind of unwavering resolve that had already been made and would not be swayed by external factors.

However, for Tim, this was an incomprehensible world.

"This way, people will have other options and won't have to keep forcing themselves to live in your buildings and live by your rules."

"On that day, you will know how a mad dog with nowhere to bite will be dealt with. Everything about you comes from a tiny mycelium..."

Zhang Renfeng said coldly, "He can give you what he wants, and he can also take everything away from you."

……

"Thump—!!!"

To instill a stronger fighting spirit in its host, the mycelium controlled Tim's few remaining original organs—his brain—and caused it to secrete all hormones, ensuring he was constantly in a state of rage. Zhang Renfeng's earlier suspicion was like a sharp blade piercing his heart, further enraging him.

He slammed his fist against the wall, using the display of power to vent his anger.

"You have no talent, you have nothing!"

Tim roared, "Look at this! Face reality! You're no longer the special one!"

"When we possess power equal to yours..."

He assumed a fighting stance, crouching low, baring his somewhat deformed teeth, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace. "What are you anyway?"

……

Zhang Renfeng smiled.

He turned around, his hands outstretched, grabbing the arched metal door, its outer layer of wrought iron unevenly textured. His waist slumped slightly, his hair stood on end, and his legs, brimming with explosive power, bent down, leaving two shallow footprints in the marble floor beneath his feet.

"Boom-!!"

It's unclear what grudge he had against doors in his past life, but this time, he chose to use them as weapons again. This arched security door, with a cast iron frame and filled with concrete and hardwood—enough to turn a living person to dust—was removed from the wall by him.

Holding it up, Zhang Renfeng's every word and action became even more convincing.

"Time to find out."

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"boom-----!!!"

The arched door, like a discus, was hurled by Zhang Renfeng. The moment it struck Tim's body, its immense mass and kinetic energy shattered every bone in his body. But this behemoth, weighing nearly 900 kilograms, didn't stop there; instead, propelled by inertia, it smashed through the wooden and stone walls and flew entirely outside the building.

Everyone in the factory who could run away had already run away by now.

Heat waves surged and flames soared into the sky.

The iron gate was embedded in the mud, and dirt splashed up like raindrops, flying in all directions.

……

"Clap!"

one hand.

Or rather, something that looked very much like a "human hand" emerged from the pit. The skin had completely peeled off, and the structure of the five fingers and palm looked like it had been sculpted from clay, completely unlike a normal human hand, almost all the same length.

The earth-shattering smash had essentially destroyed all of Tim's original parts, and the mycelium was attempting to repair them. However, it was clear that it didn't have a deep understanding of human physiology, and what it reconstructed after being completely shattered was a defective product that could hardly be called a "human."

He crawled out of the pit, on all fours, his head hanging askew from his neck. His skin, flesh, nerves, and organs were all neatly arranged. Silvery-white mycelium was exposed to the air, multiplying wildly, threading through the broken flesh and binding the parts together.

……

"You're still alive after all this?" Zhang Renfeng had already seen the stitched monster of mycelium back in Dover Valley, so he wasn't afraid of this shape. Instead, he sighed helplessly, "You're really tough."

Looking back now, this guy's weakness was probably fire.

The issue is……

Zhang Renfeng frowned as he watched the mycelium, resembling tentacles, continuously proliferate from his body. If he could, he didn't want any more physical contact with this thing.

"boom!!"

A high-speed bullet temporarily pierced Tim's head, but instead of blood or brain matter, it exploded into more silvery-white mycelium—after the recent impact, his body had become a breeding ground for mycelium. The thoughts and intentions that once belonged to this man had vanished, leaving only a possessed shell, still functioning.

It took a bullet, its head and neck broke off, and it swayed but did not fall.

"Lane Cheddar fled in that direction." Angel Eye emerged from the sea of ​​fire, pointed him in a direction, and said in a deep voice, "Go after him quickly, leave this place to me."

Zhang Renfeng glanced at the tentacle monster again. "Do you have any incendiary bullets on you?"

"Go quickly."

The trustworthy impressions accumulated over time translate directly into credibility in times like these. Zhang Renfeng decided to trust this mysterious companion, even though he couldn't fathom how Angel Eye planned to deal with this monster with its extraordinary self-healing abilities.

He took a deep breath, stretched his ankles and wrists, lowered his body, and ran towards the direction Ryan had fled, leaping over the wall of the oil refinery and sprinting away!

----

……

"ah----!!"

After expelling the bullet, Tim's mangled body erupted with a furious roar. Tentacle-like mycelia extended from his body, bursting open in a menacing, claw-like manner.

Angel Eyes looked at him calmly.

After a few seconds of standoff, "Tim" seemed to realize something, its exploded tentacles retracted, and it retreated in terror, almost curling into a ball like an animal at the bottom of the food chain that had spotted a predator at the top.

Those heterochromatic pupils, illuminated by the flames, radiated an even more eerie light.

"You...you are...Kongren..."

"Tim" asked in a hoarse, lisping voice, "Why would you..."

……

“Hmm.” Angel Eyes nodded. “Take your own life.”

"Boom-!!"

It grabbed its own neck with both hands, snapped it without hesitation, and fell to the ground.

Angel Eyes didn't look at him again, turned around, and walked towards the vault.

Chapter 679: Hide and Seek on the Grassland

"boom----!!"

Even though they were separated by an unknown distance, Ryan still heard a loud bang. He turned his head and saw flames shooting into the sky at the horizon, a dazzling pillar of fire rising up.

"Finally, it completely exploded..."

Ryan was prepared for this; if he didn't extinguish the fire in the earliest stage, when the distillation tower was ignited, there would be little chance afterward.

Once the fire spreads to the refined oil warehouse, it will be a massive explosion, enough to send the entire factory into the air. The refinery is gone, and his oil business in New Elizabeth will certainly be affected, but this is probably one of the few times in his life he won't be preoccupied with such matters.

It's too dangerous.

Thinking back on it now, he felt a chill run down his spine—it was just a hair's breadth away. If he had been even a second slower or hesitated at any point, he probably would have been taken back by now. This was his first direct confrontation with Hong Zhong, and he truly understood why so many people had been defeated by him time and time again.

The question is, am I really safe?

He turned around on horseback and looked at the sea of ​​grass swallowed by the night. He couldn't see anything beyond five meters.

The rustling sound of the wind blowing through the grass sea filled him with dread.

The firelight in the distance caught his attention.

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"Don't come any closer! Who are you? What do you want?!"

It's no wonder the hunter was so rude. In the middle of the night, on the vast western plains, seeing a stranger approaching would immediately make him reach for his gun. Even if it was an old man with gray hair and beard, he wouldn't dare gamble on whether the other person was a good or bad guy.

"Don't be nervous, brother, don't be nervous." Ryan raised his hands, a "friendly" smile on his face, a different face he wore in public. "I'm just a passerby."

"I don't care who you are." The hunter chambered a bullet, narrowing his eyes. "If you want to live, get lost and don't stand in front of me!"

“Actually, I’m a little lost. I wanted to ask you to buy something…” Ryan gave an embarrassed smile. “I have money, I really have money. Look, don’t shoot, I’m just handing over money.”

He unleashed the world's most powerful monetary ability, pulling out handfuls of US dollars.

Sure enough, the hunter's wariness instantly lessened. Looking at his disheveled appearance, it seemed he had indeed escaped from somewhere.

“There’s an oil refinery over there, right? I’m the manager there. Sigh, the factory just exploded. I barely escaped. Now I don’t know where to go.” Ryan sighed, adding a realistic element to his story, “If you could give me something to eat or drink…”

The hunter saw the firelight on the horizon and suddenly realized, "So that's it! No wonder there was that loud bang in the middle of the night; it almost scared me to death."

"You wait."

He turned around and began rummaging through his wooden box.

"I didn't bring much food with me, so let me start with a bottle of whiskey to warm myself up."

……

“Oh, thank you.” Ryan drew his revolver and pointed it at his head. “You’re so thoughtful.”

……

"boom!"

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"Ha ha……"

In dire circumstances, people often unleash tremendous strength. An old man nearing sixty used all his might to carry and shove the corpse onto his horse. He then put his suit jacket and hat on it to cover the wounds. He also dismantled a tent in the hunter's camp, using some of the wooden poles as supports between the corpse and the saddle to prevent it from falling off the horse.

In terms of physique, there is a slight difference between them and myself, but in this desolate wilderness, we can't expect too much.

Ryan took the kerosene lamp from the hunter's camp and hung it on the side of the saddle.