Desert Island Survival: A Hundredfold Improvement After Having a Baby?

Meanwhile, on the other side of the island.

Yang Ningcong moved through the woods, his several-meter-tall frame not appearing clumsy in the dense forest, but rather gaining astonishing explosive power due to the reorganization of his muscles.

He snapped a tree branch as thick as his arm with his foot, used the momentum to leap forward, and his body, which used to be out of breath after just a few steps, was now full of inexhaustible strength.

He experienced this change.

Yang Xiongbin is dead, and the Yang family's bodyguards are almost all dead as well.

He's no longer some young master; he's a monster, and a revenge machine.

But as long as you can survive, what's wrong with being a monster? There's nothing wrong with being a revenge machine.

On this island, good looks are useless, money is useless, only strong fists matter.

He followed the scent, crossed the center of the island, and arrived at the other side of the beach.

Hall sat on a piece of dead wood, holding a half-cooked fish in his hand, tearing into it with large bites.

On the beach, dozens of orcs lay sprawled out, tending to the wounds they had sustained in the fight with the Yang family.

Zhao Qiming squatted by the fire, roasting fish. He hadn't transformed into a beast, so the food had to be fully cooked.

At the edge of the woods, the cracking sound of branches breaking echoed repeatedly.

Hall stopped chewing and stared at the direction from which the sound came.

Several orcs on guard hunched over, making gurgling sounds in their throats.

The bushes parted to both sides.

Yang Ningcong walked onto the beach.

Its entire body was covered in grayish-black scales, its lower jaw protruded outwards, its sharp teeth were jagged, and it dragged a half-meter-long tail.

"What is this?" Hall threw away the fish in his hand and stood up straight.

"Hehe... Boss, once we skin him alive, you'll see what he really is! Hahaha..."

In their view, Yang Ningcong was just a special orc. As long as they didn't encounter that freak Lin Fan, they could still win by virtue of their numbers.

As soon as he finished speaking, three orcs on all fours pounced on Yang Ningcong.

The sharp claws sliced ​​through the air, heading straight for Yang Ningcong's chest and face.

Yang Ningcong neither dodged nor avoided the claws, but walked straight towards them.

"Crackling sound..."

The fingernails scraped across the scales, and the three orcs took two steps back, shaking their numb arms.

Yang Ningcong's chest scales were intact. He raised his hand, looked at his claws, and then looked at Hall.

"Murder," Yang Ningcong uttered slowly, "Pay with your life."

He exerted force with his right leg, causing the sand to collapse and propelling his several-meter-tall body forward, his fist striking the orc's head on the left.

The sound of bones breaking rang out, and the orc was sent flying seven or eight meters before crashing onto the rocks and falling still.

Hall's eyes twitched, and he took a half step back. How could this beast be so strong?

Zhao Qiming stood up, staring at the scales on Yang Ningcong's body, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"Zhao, what is this?" Hall asked, tilting his head.

"This..." Zhao Qiming took a step forward and examined it carefully. "This should be the effect of the newly discovered drug after injection."

Hall turned his head. "The latest batch?"

"Hmm." Zhao Qiming nodded. Chen Jian had already given him several earlier, because no one had ever fought those things before, so they didn't dare to use them casually.

Now, this beast in front of us is a successful example. As long as the orcs under his command evolve like this, why should we be afraid of not being able to take down that freak?

"Attack!" Hall waved his hand. "Let the heavily wounded do the fighting, and then tear this monster apart!"

Zhao Qiming turned and ran to the tent behind him, then came out carrying an iron box.

Zhao Qiming opened the box and distributed the medicine.

Yang Ningcong wasn't stupid. He launched an attack, but Hall had a numerical advantage. Even Lin Fan might not be able to kill them all in a short time, let alone Yang Ningcong.

The four orcs pulled out the rubber stopper, inserted the needle into their arms, and pushed the liquid into their bodies.

After the potion was administered, the orcs discarded the tube.

The reaction started with the orc on the far left. He knelt down, and fist-sized fleshy lumps bulged under his skin, moving all over his body.

Large clumps of black fur fell off, revealing the skin from which scales then grew.

"what……"

He threw his head back and screamed in agony, and scales slowly grew on his chest. Hall was overjoyed; it seemed he had succeeded.

Then, before his mouth could close...