If you were made a mascot, you would become a legend in the police force.

That's outrageous.

The mutated rat king's head was shoved into its chest cavity. Logically, it should have been in the underworld by now, but this thing's vitality is practically cockroach-level.

Just as Zhao Gang was about to go up and fire two more shots, the mountain of flesh, which had already collapsed halfway, suddenly convulsed violently.

"Back off! It's still moving!" Lin Wan's pupils contracted as she shouted a warning, her finger instantly tightening on the trigger.

Suddenly, a gurgling sound, like an old bellows being pulled, came from the Rat King's sunken chest cavity. Immediately afterwards, its tails, which had been limp and like rotten noodles, instantly became engorged with blood and straightened, whipping wildly in all directions with a whooshing sound!

"Snapped!"

A stalactite about half a person's height next to it was pulverized by the blow, and the fragments flew everywhere.

"squeak--!!!"

A piercing, distorted scream echoed through the cave. This thing had actually come back to life! Its headless body struggled frantically, relying solely on spinal reflexes, even attempting to use its front paws to push itself up.

That final burst of brute force was terrifying, shaking the ground violently.

"Holy crap! Resident Evil?!" Coal Ball screamed in fright, flapping its wings and flying straight to the highest stalactite, where it clung to the wall. "Dude! This guy's cheating! He's invincible!"

Li Tuantuan had just swallowed a small piece of spirit stone and was feeling a surge of heat in her dantian, her energy fully restored.

Seeing that this dead rat actually dared to come back to life, a murderous glint instantly appeared in his eyes.

This is not just a case of someone coming back to life; it's a blatant insult to his "Buddha's Palm" attack that cost him 5,000 points!

This is because the after-sales service was inadequate!

"Get down on your knees!"

Li Tuantuan roared (though to others it sounded like a howl) and launched another charge.

This time, he didn't blindly charge in like a tank.

If brute force can't kill it, then let's use technique!

The 300-pound black and white dumpling, during its sprint, smoothly executed a "slide tackle," barely avoiding the wildly flailing, deadly tails, and like a bowling ball, it slipped into the blind spot on the side of the Rat King.

Immediately afterwards, those thick forearms tightly gripped one of the Rat King's hind legs.

[System! Activate Grandmaster-level combat techniques!]

[Mode Switch: Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu - Ground Techniques!]

Although Li Tuantuan is fat, he is a nimble fat man and a panda with kung fu skills.

"Get up!"

Using the principle of leverage, he twisted his waist suddenly, using all his fat and muscles at the same time.

With a weight of 300 pounds and master-level skills, he actually managed to flip the Rat King's massive hindquarters over!

"boom!"

The Rat King lost its balance and crashed to the ground like a collapsing hill, splashing up sewage and mud everywhere.

But it's not over yet.

While you are sick, I will kill you!

Li Tuantuan mounted the rat king, but instead of riding it, he textbook-performed a ground-based fighting style. With a push of his short, thick hind legs and a twist of his body, he instantly locked onto one of the rat king's forelegs, falling backward.

Ultimate move – armbar!

"Snap!"

A sharp, teeth-grinding crack.

The rat king's forelimb, which was thicker than a thigh, was broken off by a reverse joint, with the broken bone piercing through the flesh.

The Rat King rolled around in agony, its massive body crushing the ground like a road roller, trying to shake off the black and white piece of chewing gum on its back.

But Li Tuantuan seemed to be welded to it.

No matter how the Rat King swung, he could flexibly adjust his center of gravity and always maintain absolute dominance.

He pressed down on the Rat King's head, which was tucked into its chest cavity, and forced its non-existent face into the foul-smelling sewage on the ground.

"Friction! Friction! Friction on this smooth ground!"

While humming that catchy old song in her mind, Li Tuantuan grabbed the Rat King and frantically pushed and pulled it back and forth on the ground.

The scene was so beautiful; it was more than just violence—it was art.

The once arrogant underground overlord was now like a giant rag, pinned to the ground by Li Tuantuan, who wiped the ground within a ten-meter radius clean (although it was all covered in blood and mud).

The rat king's tail was still twitching, but the force was getting weaker and weaker, and finally it drooped helplessly into the muddy water.

Li Tuantuan, however, became more and more skilled and excited as the fight progressed.

He switched between using a "naked choke" to strangle the rat king, and then sat on its belly with a "Mount Tai press" technique. He even took the time to free up his paws and gave it two loud, big slaps.

"That'll teach you to steal my food!"

"Snapped!"

"That'll teach you to spit on me!"

"Snapped!"

"You're so ugly, why are you out here scaring bears!"

"Snapped!"

Each slap landed with a dull, fleshy thud, making the faces of those around him twitch.

The SWAT team members in the distance were all stunned, their guns lowered, forgetting to fire.

They had never seen anything like it in their lives: a giant panda, using fighting techniques even more precise than those of the police instructors, unilaterally slaughtering a five-ton mutated behemoth.

"This...this armbar is even more precise than mine?" Zhao Gang swallowed hard, feeling his worldview shatter. "These days, even pandas are getting into martial arts?"

Lin Wan found it both funny and heartbreaking.

Looking at Li Tuantuan's body covered in mud and blood, she knew that although he had fought fiercely, he must have suffered a lot of injuries, especially the bald patch of corroded skin, which looked painful.

Finally, after Li Tuantuan's "family portrait" combo, the Rat King was completely immobilized.

Its massive body lay limp on the ground like a puddle of mud, and even its nerve reflexes had stopped.

Li Tuantuan let go, stood up, and disgustedly wiped the dirty water off her paws onto the fat body.

He walked up to the Rat King, stretched out his foot, and kicked its belly in an extremely arrogant manner.

no response.

That's it, he's really dead this time. We don't even need to cremate him; we'll just have him pass on through physical intercourse.

"knock off!"

Li Tuantuan turned around, gave Lin Wan a "V" sign, then plopped down on the ground, sticking her tongue out and panting heavily.

This is exhausting. It's even more tiring than being forced to work a full day at the zoo.

But before he could even savor his victory, Jin Dou, who had been hiding in the distance, suddenly rushed over like a madman, letting out a sharp, piercing cry.

"Squeak squeak squeak!!!" (Run!!)

Jin Dou's golden fur bristled, making it look like a sea urchin. It pointed at the Rat King's corpse, then at the surrounding walls, its eyes filled with unprecedented fear, and even began to burrow behind Li Tuan Tuan's legs.

Li Tuantuan's heart skipped a beat.

What does this mean? The battle's already over, right? Is there a second stage transformation?

Before he could react, a strong, pungent odor, reminiscent of rotten eggs and bitter almonds, suddenly gushed out from the crack beneath the Rat King and from every pore of its corpse.

That's... a high concentration of compressed methane mixed with corpse poison!

At the same time, the Rat King's belly, which had been smashed and collapsed, began to swell up in a bizarre way, like an inflating balloon.

Moreover, it swelled up extremely quickly, turning into a huge sphere in the blink of an eye. Under its thin belly, one could even see the green poisonous gas churning inside.

The corpse emitted a "tick-tock" sound, like the countdown of some kind of biological bomb.

This thing... turned into a bomb after it died?!