One person: Refining weapons? I told you to believe in science!

Chapter 136 You've been defeated!
The severed limbs of the T800 wreckage suddenly trembled violently, and the metal joints emitted a piercing grinding sound.

A T800, with only its upper body remaining, used its severed arm to support itself and rapidly approached Qiu Rang like a crawling spider.

The other machine, which had lost both legs, suddenly sprang up, its remaining mechanical arm opening and lunging straight at Qiu Rang's face.

Several T800s that had been cut in half started up simultaneously from both the upper and lower halves, flanking from different directions.

Qiu Rang was startled when he saw the severed robots.

“What the hell?!”

Chou Rang's pupils contracted sharply, and he swept his bronze sword across, splitting the nearest wreckage in two.

But more T800 wreckage had surrounded him.

Their eyes gleamed with a scarlet light, and the energy cores within their chests began to emit an ominous hum.

Several T800s huddled together, surrounding Qiu Rang.

One of the T800s spoke up, saying, "You! Are finished!"

Lin Quan's icy voice pierced the battlefield, "3"

Qiu Rang's expression changed drastically, and he frantically brandished his bronze sword, trying to break through the encirclement: "Get out of the way! All of you, get out of the way!"

"2"

The wreckage of the T800, however, clung to Qiu Rang like a persistent leech, relentlessly attacking him.

A decapitated machine clung tightly to his left leg, while another wrecked machine with only one arm held onto his right wrist.

"1"

"boom--!!!"

The deafening explosion resounded throughout Biyou Village, and a blinding white light engulfed an area of ​​tens of meters in radius.

The shockwave vaporized the nearby blood golems and even blasted a crater more than ten meters in diameter into the ground.

As the smoke cleared, Qiu Rang's figure, kneeling on one knee, slowly emerged.

His black robe had long since turned to ashes, revealing a bronze suit of armor covered in cracks underneath.

The Soul-Burial Sword was broken in two, and the blood patterns on its blade had faded and lost their luster.

Chou Rang spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at Lin Quan in disbelief.

"Cough cough. You...you actually..."

Lin Quan walked slowly, his nanotech armor remaining spotless amidst the aftershocks of the explosion.

“I said, you made a fatal mistake.”

He raised his hand, and the remaining twenty-odd T800s simultaneously raised their weapons, and the energy core began to recharge again.

Lin Quan's mask slowly opened, revealing cold eyes.

"The human body has its limits, but machines never tire."

"Flesh and blood weep! Machinery ascends!"

"Buzz——"

All the remaining T800s suddenly stopped moving, and their cores in their chests simultaneously lit up with a blinding blue light.

"Self-destruct program initiated."

"You! Are finished!"

The mechanical electronic sounds were uniform.

"321"

Qiu Rang's face turned deathly pale: "No, impossible!"

Qiu Rang opened his tightly closed eyes with a tremor, but the expected explosion did not occur.

The twenty-odd T800s in front of him remained standing, the blue light on their chests gradually fading, and the red light in their eyes turning into a calm standby state.

Qiu Rang asked in a hoarse voice, "Why?"

Lin Quan's nano-mask was completely retracted, revealing his face with a mocking smile.

"Using so many T800s to go down with you?"

"You think you're worthy?"

He walked slowly forward, his metal boots crushing the bronze fragments on the ground.

Before he finished speaking, Lin Quan suddenly raised his leg and delivered a powerful whip kick to Qiu Rang's chest!
"boom!"

Qiu Rang was sent flying backward like a rag doll, crashing through three trees before falling heavily to the ground.

He struggled to his feet, only to find his bronze armor completely shattered, and the second protective jade pendant hidden in his chest reduced to dust. Lin Quan looked down at him.

"Two protective magical artifacts? It seems Qu Tong values ​​you quite a bit."

Qiu Rang's pupils suddenly contracted: "How...how did you know?"

Lin Quan did not answer, but simply snapped his fingers.

T1000 flowed in from the other side of the battlefield, the silver liquid metal gathering at his feet to form the shape of a throne.

Lin Quan sat down leisurely, looking down at the disheveled Qiu Rang, and said, "Your blood puppets are all destroyed, and your protective magic artifacts are ruined as well."

"Now, we can have a proper talk."

Qiu Rang looked at Lin Quan in front of him, and at this moment his worldview was on the verge of collapse!
Qiu Rang slumped onto the muddy ground, fragments of his bronze armor scattered everywhere.

His gaze darted back and forth between Lin Quan, the T1000, and the T800s lined up around him, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably.

Chou Rang suddenly roared, his voice filled with madness.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"The Blood Fiend Puppet I painstakingly crafted! The Soul Burial Sword I completed using human sacrifices! How... how could it lose to these lumps of iron?!"

Qiu Rang suddenly looked up, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Lin Quan.

"What kind of evil magic did you use?!"

Lin Quan sat on the metal throne, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrest: "Tap, tap, tap." Each soft sound seemed to strike Qiu Rang's nerves, which were on the verge of collapse.

“I have no interest in lecturing you.” Lin Quan’s voice was as cold as ice. “Now, answer my question—”

He leaned forward slightly, casting a shadow over Qiu Rang's face:
Where is Qu Tong?

Qiu Rang's expression froze instantly. His lips trembled a few times, then he suddenly let out a hysterical laugh: "Hahaha, so that's it! You're afraid of her! You're afraid of the club president!"

The T1000 suddenly began to flow, and the silver metal transformed into spikes that pressed against Qiu Rang's throat.

Lin Quan's voice was now laced with murderous intent: "Last chance, Qu Tong's hiding place."

Qiu Rang's maniacal laughter came to an abrupt halt.

His gaze swept around—Zhang Chulan and the others had already formed an encirclement, Feng Baobao's gilded ruyi gleamed coldly in the sunlight, Wang Zhenqiu played with the bronze fragments he had taken from the blood puppet, and Xiao Zizai's glasses reflected a chilling light.

Without the slightest hesitation, Qiu Rang replied, "I don't know!"

Lin Quan narrowed his eyes: "Don't know? Or do you not want to say?"

Qiu Rang said expressionlessly, "I neither know nor want to say!"

"Kill me or torture me! Come at me!"

Feng Baobao suddenly squatted down in front of Qiu Rang, her gilded ruyi scepter lifting his chin. "There's something flashing in his head."

Qiu Rang's face turned deathly pale instantly.

Lin Quan raised an eyebrow: "Oh?"

Feng Baobao raised the gilded ruyi scepter and made a chopping motion: "Want to dig it out and take a look?"

Qiu Rang's face turned deathly pale.

Upon receiving a signal from Lin Quan, Feng Baobao's gilded ruyi scepter began to gleam with a cold light.

Chou Rang struggled frantically, but was firmly suppressed by the golden light emanating from the Ruyi, unable to move even a finger.

"Don't come any closer!"

Qiu Rang's pupils contracted sharply, and large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

You cannot—

Xiao Zizai slowly stepped forward, folded his glasses, and put them into his breast pocket.

"Let me do it."

Lin Quan raised an eyebrow when he saw Xiao Zizai.

Let this person take the lead? That would be suitable.

After all, he's probably the most familiar with things like skinning someone alive and pulling out tendons!
Lin Quan nodded slightly: "Thank you for your trouble."

Xiao Zizai squatted down, a small knife appearing in his hand, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at Qiu Rang.

Xiao Zizai: "Don't worry, I'll be very gentle!"

But this caused Qiu Rang to let out a pig-like scream.

"No! No! The restriction in my mind will—"

(End of this chapter)