Lu Mingfei, become the king of gambling in dungeons!

"The prey is coming soon."

"The guns are ready. We're going to hunt lions today... or maybe tigers."

"Who cares about lions or tigers? What we're making sure is that there are as few casualties as possible. You're all the original shares that will help me conquer the world in the future. If the target is too difficult to deal with, we'll bleed him dry little by little. Only by living can you live a carefree life. If you die, you won't enjoy anything."

A dozen sports cars blocked the street in front of the highway, their engines still running and emitting low hums.

The biker gang, amidst billowing smoke, reveled as they consumed "evolution drugs." Of course, the drugs they were using weren't real evolution drugs—they couldn't afford them and their bodies couldn't handle them. They were just "low-end" drugs diluted countless times, with effects that were probably less than 5% of the original.

They weren't used to turning off their engines. They considered themselves a legion of men as swift as the wind, appearing and disappearing without a trace. How could they possibly be willing to turn off their engines and park properly? They usually didn't even want to park in a parking space properly.

These biker gangs weren't the same group as the ones from the University of Tokyo earlier. Their leader had received prior orders not to ambush them at the University of Tokyo, but instead to wait for them on this street just before they reached the highway.

Their equipment was far superior to the previous batch. Apart from Beretta and Glock, the leaders were equipped with HK MP7 submachine guns. The 30-round magazines were secured by only three pins, and the extremely light weight and low recoil made it a very user-friendly weapon for non-professionals.

The observation glass on the ninth floor of the Sarashina restaurant on the left side of the street was shattered. Two figures entangled and fighting fell from the ninth floor. In mid-air, one of them had his neck stuck, while the other struggled and hit the other's abdomen with his knee.

Their battle had been going on for some time, and both sides were exhausted, their fighting methods becoming simple yet deadly.

The two men smashed into the Dodge Viper sports car parked downstairs by the bikers, almost crushing the car to pieces and sending its black tires flying.

"Another clone."

On top of the fiery red sports car, Lu Mingfei was the first to stand up. With his bone and muscle condition, he wouldn't even feel dizzy at a height of over thirty meters. He kicked the knee joint of the Shadow Warrior who was trying to get up, and then ruthlessly swung his sword.

Finishing move!

The Eight-Sided Han Sword "Arrogance" pierced through the Shadow Warrior's head, cutting through the Viper sports car's steel roof as easily as slicing tofu.

Lu Mingfei stood holding the octagonal Han sword, panting heavily, his hand supporting him on the round hilt. He was injured; the shadow warrior had cut two wedge-shaped wounds in his abdomen with his hidden sword.

Before twisting his sword at his waist, he struck the shadow warrior's shoulder, severing the brachial plexus nerves. He did not have an absolute advantage while entangled with this shadow warrior.

It's not that this shadow warrior is much stronger than the previous one; on the contrary, this shadow warrior is weaker than the previous one. He was injured because his body was too weak after using "Word of Power: Emperor" twice, and he could not maintain the pseudo-dragon bone state for more than seven seconds.

He finally experienced what Genjiro felt like. Although "Word of Power: Emperor" was not humorous at all, its consumption on the user was too exaggerated. It could be said that it could reliably control one person... However, the feeling of words becoming law was so exhilarating that he couldn't stop.

Feeling increasingly weak, Lu Mingfei coldly swept his gaze over the group of bikers around him. They looked like a bunch of weaklings, but he figured that since they dared to gang up on him, they must be pretty strong; they were probably all elite hybrids.

Eighty-three people, at least half of whom were armed.

Is it Grade A or Grade B? Lu Mingfei wondered.

He has never fought anyone below A-rank, so it's hard for him to judge the specific strength of the hybrids. The weakest he has ever fought is A-rank.

Fighting over eighty elite hybrids simultaneously in this state is still quite troublesome. He's not worried about hand-to-hand combat, but he is worried that some of them might be hiding powerful Words of Power, such as Jun Yan.

In order to go back and protect Erii, he had to choose to finish the battle quickly. He cleared the way ahead and waited for Erii to recover. The sound of the clapper earlier had caused mental pollution to Erii, and encountering the third shadow warrior wasted his time.

They were happily cruising around in a VTX1800 they had snatched from the roadblocks when the Shadow Warrior's sudden attack enraged them.

The biker gang's sports cars were all specially modified. Not to mention the interior settings, the exterior decals and colored lights came in all sorts of styles, so dazzling that Lu Mingfei mistook him for someone who had stumbled into a funeral wreath.

Finding injecting the evolution drug into his body too slow, Lu Mingfei raised his hand and held the six tubes of evolution drug above his head. He then squeezed the container with his five fingers, pouring the cocktail-like colored liquid and glass shards into his mouth.

At the same time, he activated the Word of Power: Vampire Scythe, shrinking the domain to a radius of five meters around him, with air fragments swirling around.

He used to complain that the Vampire Scythe was just a hearing aid and a dart, but now he thinks that this Word of Power is really practical and doesn't consume any stamina.

Lu Mingfei felt his stamina had recovered a bit. The evolution potion was becoming increasingly useless to him, its effects far less than before. It used to be a trump card, but now it was too slow even as a recovery potion.

The onlookers, mostly bikers, stared at Lu Mingfei in disbelief. When his gaze swept over them, they felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

They called themselves a pack of wolves, and even though the red-haired girl with a bounty on her head was protected by lions and tigers, they still dared to rush up and tear her apart.

But now... this is a Cybertronian, right?

"What he's drinking is... a joke, right? You can drink this stuff straight away?" This person can't possibly be human—that's the consensus reached by all the biker gang members present at that moment.

The leader of the biker gang was the first to react, putting his submachine gun on the ground and trying to force a smile on his stiff face to save his life. He wanted to say a few words to ease the misunderstanding.

No one dared to fire a shot or make a move. They were not the elite hybrids that Lu Mingfei had imagined. Their dragon blood was quite thin, and many of them did not even have a C-rank. Otherwise, they would not have been unable to enter the family to take up a position.

Their pursuit of indulgence, freedom, and rebellion to be above others does not mean they lack any rationality.

If you make a move against this monster, you will definitely die.

Gunshots still rang out. With his Word of Power: Vampire Scythe activated, Lu Mingfei was virtually immune to being ambushed. He turned to the side and saw a gold bullet graze his forehead.

Another shadow warrior.

Lu Mingfei's heart sank. He saw the man wearing a noble mask appear like a ghost and then run wildly toward him, as if he wanted to embrace him.

This might be the fourth shadow warrior he's seen today.

Still weakened, Lu Mingfei blocked the short sword in the shadow warrior's hand and retreated. He still had many ways to defeat this shadow warrior, but if he defeated the fourth one, would there be a fifth or sixth?

He was a little confused about the enemy's tactics. With such amazing cloning technology, why didn't they use it to unify the world?

He used to think that hybrids of S-rank and above were quite rare, but today someone told him that they could be bought in bulk. What a joke! This must be a collapse of the combat power system.

Even as his flesh was torn apart by the vampire scythe, the Shadow Warrior remained focused on his objective: the clapper at Lu Mingfei's waist. Until he achieved his goal, he was a monster who felt no pain and never knew when to back down.

In order to reclaim the clapper, the person behind the shadow warrior was willing to pay any price.

It was as if a hurricane had swept across the world, and the hurricane was filled with blood.

The glass walls of the entire street shattered simultaneously, turning into a rain of ice that flew towards the same spot.

The Shadow Warrior was struck from above by the "Glass Lance," formed from countless shards of glass; the will of death had struck him.

This was an extreme attack, carrying a sharp killing intent.

Words of Power: Judgment!

The strongest incantation beneath the doomsday incantation allows the user to recite dragon script to judge all living beings.

The newcomer rode down from the second floor of the restaurant on a VTX1800 motorcycle, her long, dark red hair flowing in the wind. She pulled Lu Mingfei onto the classic cruiser motorcycle.

At this moment, Erii overcame both anger and fear, and she uttered that ancient word once more, her metallic voice ringing out: "Death!"