"I'm in the Dragon Clan, what the heck is the Naruto Counterattack System?"

The press conference was completely silent.

Everyone present witnessed what had happened on that screen: exploding sparks, shattered cartridge cases, gushing blood, a silvery crescent moon...

It might be a decapitation, a horizontal cut, or even a vertical split...

The shapes of the tears in the human body may differ, but the blood is always the same deep red.

Over there, art called violence and slaughter is unleashed; over here, a deep-seated wail and chilling aura reverberate.

Without a doubt, this was a massacre, pure bloody violence, resulting in killing and repression.

The devil paints his picture with the brains and entrails of living people, and his feet are covered with blood-red thorns and mud.

goodong...

Someone swallowed lightly, the sound echoing quietly throughout the venue, causing others to subconsciously purse their dry lips and their Adam's apples to bob slightly on their necks.

The local "established families" seem to tacitly agree that those who are sent to attend this press conference are members of their families who are not highly regarded.

In any case, such a scene was far too exciting and terrifying for those who were addicted to alcohol and sex.

Conversely, looking at the elaborate and artistic methods of murder, some people's faces showed an abnormal flush beneath their masks.

They are "lone wolves" with no background, also known as "wild dogs" in Wan Tao's words. Each of them has blood on their hands, and some are even mentally twisted, treating killing as a pleasure rather than a means.

"..."

Chu Tianjiao, who was sitting in an inconspicuous corner, noticed three figures that were completely ignored by everyone in the underground passage.

Although the image was somewhat blurry due to the poor picture quality, and although he couldn't believe his eyes, Chu Tianjiao still recognized the figure holding the broken sword.

That was Chu Zihang, his son.

"Are you kidding me?"

Overwhelming fear suddenly enveloped Chu Tianjiao. His heart pounded uncontrollably in his chest, causing the veins on the back of his hand gripping the armrest to bulge. The solid wood armrest quietly deformed and crumbled.

No, that's impossible. How could Zihang be in a place like this?

His son is just an ordinary person; it's impossible for him to be in a place like this.

"You must have seen it wrong."

Chu Tianjiao tried his best to suppress his trembling voice and whispered words of comfort to himself, but his gaze never left the screen for even a second.

Every time a figure swept past the monstrous boy and rushed straight towards the three figures at the entrance of the passage on the first floor, Chu Tianjiao's body, shrouded in a black robe, would involuntarily tense up.

But when he saw those "lucky ones" run up to the three of them and be slashed to death by the leader boy with a knife in a near-numb manner, he breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, his face couldn't help but twitch.

It absolutely couldn't be Zihang, it couldn't be his son. His son is just indifferent, not this cold and ruthless.

Despite thinking this, he still felt somewhat uneasy.

Chu Tianjiao had already explored the entire place from top to bottom and knew very well that the "Mi Palace" actually had a fourth underground level.

And what's inside is enough to kill everyone present except him!

"Is this what you wanted me to see, the kind of mindless B-movie gore?"

While Chu Tianjiao's mind was in a state of chaos, a detached voice came from the front row, seemingly unconcerned about the scene on the screen.

After those words were spoken, many people came to their senses and nodded subconsciously.

They admitted that the power and methods displayed by the boy were chilling, but their purpose in coming here was, after all, the so-called "evolution medicine".

The organizers scattered bait in front of them, making them look like a group of fish swimming together.

Once they get that thing, they'll leave immediately and return to the safest place. No matter how dangerous that guy is, he can't do anything to them.

"Please be patient, everyone. This is just the first part." The man on stage still had a smile on his face. "It's just to demonstrate the level of our 'quality inspectors.' Next is the second part, which will showcase the first product."

As he spoke, he raised his hand again and turned to the side, gesturing for everyone to look at the big screen.

The scene on the first basement level changed to the scene on the second basement level.

"roar!!"

A roar reached the ears of everyone present, sending a chill down their spines!

In the scene, in the dimly lit arena, the terrifying figure constantly emitting low growls and struggling to break free of its chains sends a wave of panic and horror through the crowd, rising from the base of their spines to their scalps.

The clanging of metal clashing, mixed with the monster's roar, was incredibly jarring, causing many to instinctively reach for their weapons.

"Please allow me to proudly introduce to you our most perfect work to date," the man on stage stood there with a smile.

Almost everyone recognized what was in the picture, and they looked at the dark figure with grim or even frightened expressions.

"What we need is an 'evolution drug,' or rather, an 'elixir of immortality,' not something that will turn you into a monster the moment you inject it!" a man in the front row said in a gloomy tone.

"These are just preliminary experimental results," the man said with a slight smile. "An 'Undead Apostle' with self-awareness evolved from an A-rank hybrid with the power of the Word of Power: Blaze."

"After being injected with our 'evolution drug,' he not only possesses physical strength comparable to 'Deadpool,' capable of withstanding full-power rifle bullets and ordinary explosives, but he can also use 'Words of Power' that are even more powerful than before the injection."

"However, once injected, there is no turning back. Stopping the injection will cause a rapid deterioration, turning the hybrid into a mindless Deadpool. Each hybrid can only receive one to three doses..."

As the man explained, the boy's figure reappeared in the scene, and the "Undead Apostle" actually began to chant, with massive flames igniting as if hundreds of tons of fuel oil were being burned.

Just as the man said, it really is Sequence 77, with a medium level of danger, the Word of Power: Blaze.

Seeing this, the previously somewhat restless atmosphere gradually quieted down.

Because they all realized the true purpose of this thing.

To train "suicide squads" and "assassins".

At this moment, the eyes of the group, each with their own ulterior motives, flickered, but no one cared about the boy anymore, already convinced that he would surely perish in the flames.

But at that moment, amidst the crimson sea of ​​fire, a shadow distorted by the flames gradually became clear.

call! !

Limbs and severed arms burned in crimson flames, the flames swirling around the ashes of blood and flesh filling the sky.

But in everyone's eyes, the raging flames, when they surged toward that figure, actually avoided it on their own. The flames split off on both sides of him, and ashes scattered and danced around him.

Only sparks rustled down, licking his cheek like a swarm of fireflies, making his expressionless face appear both divine and ghostly.

He slightly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes, now only cold and piercing, looking at the monitor above the arena, as if he could see them hiding behind the lens through the air distorted by the high temperature.

Immediately, he stretched out his hand and raised it slightly, as if he were lifting something up.

Under the watchful eyes of all the mixed-race people, the blazing flames surged toward him.

The crimson flames gradually drifted into the air, twisting and spinning wildly until they coalesced into a ferocious dragon's head...

Qi Xiuyuan waved his arm expressionlessly, as if issuing a decree, and said softly, "Go."