Delta: I have a 1-Haf Coin instant kill system!

Zhang Zhao had only taken two steps when three figures descended vertically from the sky, displaying the demeanor of powerful figures!

Three bald heads!

The same black leather jacket, the same sunglasses, the same expressionless face.

The one at the very front slowly raised his head, his gaze behind his sunglasses piercing through the smoke and dust, locking onto Zhang Zhao.

[Target: H-1000 (Original)]

【Strength: 21.3】

[Agility: 20.8]

[Endurance: 22.1]

【Spirit: 19.7】

The two on the left and right sides are slightly inferior, but their attributes are also approaching the threshold of fifteen.

Zhang Zhao didn't even glance at it.

He was holding the Gu in his left hand and dragging Rometheus with his right, putting him in the most awkward position.

Unable to fight or run away.

Behind them, another set of footsteps shattered the dust.

Nameless emerged from the smoke and dust, his golden hair billowing in the heat, a battle axe already in his hand.

He didn't look at Zhang Zhao; his gaze passed over the three bald men and landed on the Asara soldiers who were approaching from the outer perimeter.

Without waiting for anyone's response, he lowered his body slightly and disappeared from his original spot. When he reappeared, he had already cut into the formation of Asara's soldiers.

A horizontal slash with the battle axe!

The sound of the axe blade cutting through the air was clearer than the sound of gunfire, followed by the muffled sounds of flesh tearing and bones shattering.

The three men fell almost simultaneously, and before their bodies even hit the ground, Wuming had already turned to face the next group.

A barrage of gunfire erupted from all directions, but the attention of Asara's soldiers was completely drawn to that figure.

Zhang Zhao didn't have time to think further.

The three bald men in front of us have already moved.

The first move was made by Yuan Chu—his left palm extended forward, fingers spread, aiming straight for Zhang Zhao's throat.

The speed was so fast that he didn't even have time to see the lines on the other person's palm.

Zhang Zhao leaned back abruptly, simultaneously throwing the Gu and Rometheus to the side. Black mist erupted beneath his feet, pulling him several meters backward.

But the original speed was faster!

The hand was stopped by a silver dagger that suddenly appeared less than ten centimeters from Zhang Zhao's throat.

The blade struck the edge of the palm, and the metal collided with the skin with a "clang," sending sparks flying.

Yuan Chu's brow twitched slightly, and he withdrew his palm and took half a step back.

Zhang Zhao also recognized the owner of the dagger—Haizhua!

She attacked from the side, holding a knife in her left hand and the signal decoder in her right, the data on the screen jumping wildly.

"Don't fight him head-on!" The sound of the explosion broke the words of the monstrous claw. "He's not normal!"

"Experimental subject modification?" he asked in a low voice.

"Not only that!" The moment the monstrous claw finished speaking, the Primordial One moved again.

This time he didn't use just one hand, but both hands at the same time!

With his left hand, he continued to attack Zhang Zhao's face, while his right hand swept across from below, aiming straight for the back of the knee.

The two bald men on either side also pressed forward simultaneously, launching flying kicks in unison.

The three of them didn't exchange a single word, yet they were perfectly in sync!

Zhang Zhao did not take the hit head-on.

Shadow Step – Two consecutive short-range teleports, the first staggered to the left, the second diagonally forward.

It slid out of the original attack.

At the same time, he flipped his right hand, and the Dragon Slayer was already in his palm. He slashed out diagonally, heading straight for the back of Yuan Chu's neck.

The moment the blade touched the skin, the barcode on the back of the other person's head was clearly visible!

But the moment the blade slashed past, Yuan Chu suddenly ducked.

Zhang Zhao seized the opportunity and kicked the other man in the back.

At the same time, he clenched his hands together, and a ball of gray energy flew out from his palms.

Dark Nightmare struck the original's cheek precisely.

The moment the blinding sphere exploded, one's original vision was taken away, hearing was cut off, and the whole person stiffened slightly.

"Walk!"

Zhang Zhao did not linger in battle.

He abandoned Rometheus, holding the Gu in one hand and the Horrible Claw in the other.

"Soul separated!"

The moment the Soul Separation was activated, the entire battlefield was stretched into a streak of light.

The original fist, which had been cleaving through the afterimage, struck empty air.

The next second, the smell of gunpowder and blood was replaced by the dry, cool air inside the Zadeh city base.

Zhang Zhao landed on one knee, and the body of the Gu in his arms twitched slightly.

He looked down and saw blood seeping from her back, dripping onto the floor along the hem of her suit.

The monstrous claw staggered a step before regaining its balance.

"Go find a bee doctor!" Zhang Zhao handed the Gu to Haizhao's arms, speaking very quickly.

"I'll go back and see if I can bring Rometheus out. He's in Hamk's hands; it's worse than him being blown up!"

Hazha took the Gu without saying much, just nodded, and turned to run quickly toward the medical area.

Zhang Zhao didn't look at their backs for long, but patiently waited for his skills to cool down.

......

The smoke of battle had not yet cleared outside the Tower of Babel.

Originally standing still,

Is it empty?

The sunglasses reflected the empty ground, and the black mist had completely dissipated without leaving a trace.

The two clones beside him stopped their attacks, and the three bald men fell silent at the same time.

"Where are they?"

The sound from the opening on the left was dry.

There was no answer initially.

He slowly withdrew his fist and glanced at his leather jacket, which had been ripped open.

That knife was no ordinary weapon; it almost got me beheaded!

He was silent for two seconds, then turned his head and looked into the distance.

Rometheus was still squatting on the ground.

He braced himself on the ground with both hands, staring intently in the direction Zhang Zhao had disappeared, his eyes blazing with fervor.

That's the most instinctive reaction researchers have when they see inexplicable phenomena.

Originally, he ignored Rometheus and turned in another direction.

The nameless man was standing on a pile of rubble not far away.

The battle axe hung at his side, a trickle of deep red liquid still clinging to its blade, slowly dripping down.

Several corpses of Asara soldiers lay at his feet.

He felt the gaze of the primordial being, but did not turn his head.

Their eyes met briefly in the smoke before they looked away.

"Are you releasing water?"

The original sound had no inflection.

Wuming twirled the axe in his hand, slung it over his shoulder, and glanced at the Asara soldiers on the perimeter without saying a word!

"You could have helped us seal off those three!"

Yuan Chu took two steps forward, his gaze falling on Wuming's profile.

"H-42, you're still the same... a traitor!"

Wuming turned his head and finally looked directly at Yuan Chu.

"traitor?"

His lips twitched slightly.

"Perhaps..."

"Perhaps? You were a traitor years ago!"

"If you hadn't informed Dr. Martin, our uprising wouldn't have failed! And I wouldn't be in this predicament!"

Every word H-1000 uttered was filled with years of pent-up resentment.

Wuming's fingers tightened slightly as he gripped the battle axe.

How could the truth of what happened back then be like this?

He opened his mouth, but didn't know how to explain.

H-1000 didn't give him a chance to speak.

He strode forward, his black leather jacket billowing in the heat.

As he approached the nameless man, he suddenly threw a punch—

The fist, whipped with a powerful gust of wind, hurtled straight toward the nameless man's face.

The nameless man crossed his arms to block, but the force was so great that he was knocked back several steps, his boots carving two deep grooves in the gravel.

"traitor!"

H-1000 roared out these three words, then lunged forward again, followed by a second punch.

Wuming did not fight back, but simply retreated and blocked, letting the opponent's fists hit his forearms and shoulders.

He gritted his teeth, his face locked in a fierce expression.

"I don't--"

"You don't have it?"

H-1000 paused for a moment, then let out a cold laugh.

He suddenly turned to the side and delivered a spinning kick that swept across the nameless man's temple.

Wuming ducked to avoid it, took a half step back to create distance, and scooped up a scattered AK from the ground with his palm.

Without hesitation, he raised the gun and pulled the trigger with his index finger.

"Da da da—"

Bullets fired in succession, leaving trails of fire in mid-air.

The two were only three or four steps apart, but H-1000 moved the instant the gun went off.

His body swayed continuously, each step precisely dodging the bullets.

He also possesses the Relink brain-computer interface.

Before he became famous, he was the best fitter for Relink brain-computer interface; he was the real H-42!