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The four men landed firmly on the deck of the speedboat, causing it to sink half a meter, with seawater overflowing the edge of the deck.

These four people looked and dressed no differently from ordinary people.

But they emanated a dangerous energy fluctuation!

The leader was a young white man wearing a tight-fitting tactical vest and sporting a short, blond haircut.

On his exposed arms, the veins bulged, and you could even see some kind of blue liquid flowing in the blood vessels.

This is precisely the technological marvel that Behemoth is so proud of—a top-tier enhanced Inhuman injected with the SP12 serum!

They not only retained their appearance, but also developed one of their special abilities to the extreme.

"It was you bunch of yellow-skinned monkeys who broke our toys?"

The blond youth twisted his neck, and his bones cracked.

His eyes were full of condescending arrogance.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Victor from the Behemoth Special Operations Team."

He pointed to a glamorous woman next to him with long, wavy red hair and chewing gum.

"This is Elena."

The red-haired woman, Elena, blew a pink bubble, toying with a dagger in her hand as she looked at Wang Ye and the others with a mocking gaze.

It was as if they were watching three lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

"How to say?"

Zhuge Qing flipped his wrist, and the folding fan unfolded in front of his chest.

He looked at these four people, who were clearly several levels stronger than the weaklings from before, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth:

"Old Wang, Brother Xiao, shall we have a one-on-one fight, or a group brawl?"

"One-on-one is too time-consuming."

Wang Ye suddenly shifted his feet, and the Qimen Formation was quietly laid out on the deck.

"Since these foreign devils like to block the road, let's beat them all up together!"

Viktor couldn't understand Chinese, but he understood Wang Ye's provocative gesture.

The arrogance on his face instantly turned into cruelty.

"You ignorant natives!"

Victor slammed his foot on the deck.

"boom!"

The specially made steel plate beneath his feet was pierced through!

He transformed into a cannonball, punching straight at Wang Ye's head!

"Good timing!"

Wang Ye did not back down at all, and drew circles with his hands in front of his chest.

He met that fist, which was powerful enough to smash an elephant, with a palm strike!

On the other side...

The red-haired woman, Elena, also moved.

With a slash of her dagger through the air, several visible cyan wind blades appeared, slicing towards Zhuge Qing's throat!

The battle erupted completely in an instant!

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"boom!!!"

Victor's thick arms were so muscular they seemed about to burst his vest.

The punch landed with a sonic boom.

The force of the punch even created a noticeable dent in the seawater beneath their feet.

It was definitely designed with the force to smash someone's head like a watermelon.

however.

Wang Ye stood still, not even lifting his eyelids.

His seemingly soft hand casually reached out to meet it.

Fist and palm meet.

Wang Ye flipped his wrist in a strange way.

"Tai Chi, Parry and Punch".

"Whoosh!"

Viktor felt like he had hit a cotton ball.

Moreover, this force was diverted from its direction by the hidden force.

"boom!!!"

Viktor lost his balance and crashed headfirst into the side railing.

He smashed a hole in the steel railing.

"Hey, this foreign guy."

Wang Ye rubbed his aching lower back, his face full of the resentment of a working-class person:

"My lower back muscles were already strained today."

"Can we please refrain from this kind of hard-hitting, physical confrontation? Can't we be a little more considerate of the service industry workers?"

"Wang Defa!"

Viktor shook his head and pulled himself out of the twisted railing.

He couldn't understand Wang Ye's complaints at all; he only felt that it was a great humiliation.

I'm going to tear you to pieces!

He charged forward again like a wild bull.

the other side.

The red-haired woman, Elena, had already brought her dagger to Zhuge Qing's feet.

This woman's superpower is clearly a variant of the wind attribute.

As the dagger was wielded, it created more than a dozen high-pressure cyan wind blades, sealing off all of Zhuge Qing's escape routes.

Each wind blade can easily cut through steel plates.

"Shhhhh!"

The wind blades flew past Zhuge Qing's body.

Zhuge Qing used the Qimen footwork, his figure swaying left and right like a falling leaf in the dense net of wind.

His trouser leg was grazed by the wind blades.

“Beautiful lady, your wind is too dry.”

Zhuge Qing flicked his wrist, and with a "whoosh," he unfolded his folding fan.

He skillfully dodged while maintaining his debonair demeanor:

"Besides, your cutting technique is too rough. When I cut a melon, my knife skills are much more meticulous than yours."

The character "巽" means "wind rope".

Zhuge Qing waved his folding fan.

An invisible whirlwind rose from the ground, transforming into several flexible ropes that tightly bound Elena's high-pressure wind blades before violently shredding them in mid-air!

"You're a superhuman too?!"

Elena's expression changed, and she gripped the dagger in her hand in reverse, preparing to create distance.

"Superpowers? We call this Qimen Dunjia (a form of divination and strategy)."

Zhuge Qing smiled and stomped his foot: "Separation, Crimson Serpent!"

A fiery serpent shot up the deck, forcing Elena to retreat repeatedly.

Her red hair was almost singed into natural curls.

Just as the two were using Behemoth's top agent as a punching bag to vent their anger.

On the other end.

The remaining two agents were a bald, muscular man nearly two meters tall and a thin man with long limbs and joints that could twist strangely.

The two men were positioned on either side of Xiao Zizai, sandwiching him between them.

"Mark, Paul! Stop messing around! Finish him off with all your might!"

Victor roared from afar.

The bald, burly man, Mark, roared, and his body erupted with metallic luster.

He was like a solid iron Arhat, swinging his fists and smashing down.

Paul, on the other hand, lay strangely on the deck, like a giant spider.

Following the blind spot, she spread her venomous fingernails and aimed straight for Xiao Zizai's lower body.

Facing the combined attack of these two.

Instead of dodging, Xiao Zizai smacked his lips in satisfaction.

"Amitabha."

"One has firm flesh, the other has flexible fascia. They complement each other perfectly."