Mechanical Pioneer Under One Person

"Kill him!"

As soon as Kinoshita Hirojuro uttered those words in Japanese, the Quanxing gang immediately rioted, and more than ten people jumped out and attacked him before he could finish his words.

Swish!Swish!Swish!Swish!

Knives, guns, swords, halberds, Qi bombs, fire bombs, and water bombs were thrown directly at the Japanese.

Seeing this, Kinoshita Hirojuro had no intention of dodging. He was hit by all kinds of moves and cut by weapons in the vital parts.

The skull was split by a knife, the heart was stabbed by a spear, the throat was cut by a sword, and the waist was hooked by a halberd. Logically speaking, if an ordinary person was wasted like this, he should have died long ago.

But this Kinoshita was like a quagmire with thick skin and flesh outside, and he trapped these guys who were practicing weapons deeply in his body.

If there was one thing that these moves did to him, it was that his expensive replacement sunglasses were once again broken in the middle by the sword energy and fell to the ground.

Among all the people who attacked, the two who were wielding knives and swords were closest to the Japanese and could not help but exclaimed repeatedly: "What the hell is this thing?"

If the weapons are resisted by others and no injuries are caused, although this situation is quite rare in the circle of extraordinary people, it is not uncommon. There are countless strange and evil magics in the world, so it is naturally not worth exclaiming.

Therefore, what made these two people's scalps tingle and scream was naturally not Kinoshita Hirojuro's "physical skills", but the pair of eyes revealed after the sunglasses fell off.

The Japanese man's eyes now seemed to be filled with more than a dozen constantly moving vertical pupils, taking up the entire white of the eyes, and were so dense that it was disgusting.

Having said that, fighting is an interactive behavior. How can it be that you hit me and I can't hit you?

Kinoshita Hirojuro was naturally not a fool who would willingly take a beating. Seeing that Quan Xing and his gang had exhausted their first attack and the attackers were approaching him, he raised his arms, and his ten fingers stretched out like willow leaves, and suddenly stabbed at the dozen or so people who were attacking him.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

The granulation tissue transformed from the finger moved at an incredibly fast speed and had a tricky shape, making it impossible for all the people to avoid it and it was directly penetrated through their bodies.

With a cold snort, Guang Julang swung his arms and threw the dozen or so "meat skewers" more than ten meters away.

Chapter 130 Natural Hostility (4000)

"Fuck! What is this... What kind of monster is this?"

Liao Tietou looked at the miserable state of his fellow 'comrades' around him and could not help but take half a step back.

At his feet, the dozen or so men who had first attacked him lay there, their vital points on their chests and backs pierced by granulomas, and they collapsed to the ground, bleeding profusely. Although they wouldn't die with their Inhuman physical fitness, they were definitely seriously injured.

However, the Japanese who was hit by the weapon and especially disturbed by the halberd for a long time was unharmed. Only the flowing fire bullet used by an unknown sorcerer made him look slightly charred, proving that he had indeed been attacked just now.

Of course, there are countless masters in the world, and being knocked down in an instant without knowing their methods, although this battle situation is a bit embarrassing for Quan Xing, it is not surprising if you think about it carefully.

Therefore, the reason why Liao Tietou exclaimed was naturally not because of how powerful the opponent was...

Rather, the image of the Japanese man has now gone beyond the category of "human".

At this moment, Kinoshita Hirojuro really did not look like a human. Not only had his fingers transformed into willow-like fleshy thorns and buds, but his head was also covered with flesh-yellow bud-like tentacles that were constantly swaying and trembling.

There is not even a piece of good flesh on the top of his head, face, back of the head, and neck. It seems as if they are all bulging buds that are about to expand and burst.

The designer clothes he was wearing were now completely stretched to pieces by his muscles that had suddenly swelled up, revealing his 'muscular' body that seemed to have been bloated to the extreme by steroids and could be used for competitions.

Of course, there are muscular big men everywhere. If he simply transforms into a devil muscle man, there is no need to make a fuss. After all, even the old Chinese have biochemical demons who are willing to take medicine, and his abnormality is not reflected here.

The unique thing about this was that after his muscles expanded, a pair of arms and hands actually grew out of the flesh beneath his sturdy ribs and shoulders. Once their size stabilized, the newly grown arms seemed to be seamlessly connected to his body, as if they were born that way.

The granulation tissue, muscles, and arms were so malignant, and if you add in the more than ten pupils attached to his eyeballs trembling at a high speed, he really didn't look like a human being.

To put it bluntly, this kind of image makes anyone feel sick.

……

Although the Japanese man in front of me is disgusting, Quan Xing is still Quan Xing after all.

This crazy gangster might be frightened by the strange and disgusting appearance, but it is wishful thinking to scare him away.

After the first wave of attack was blocked by the Japanese, Quan Xing immediately used his unconventional magic, throwing talismans, poisonous insects, and evil spells at him as if he was risking his life.

After several attempts at cleaning, the Japanese man's muscles seemed to have rotted away, with the right half collapsing. Even his head had turned purple from the insect stings.

What's even more cruel is that some Quan Xing used the tricks of a witch and directly summoned an old long-tongued ghost to lean on the back of the Japanese man. Its long tongue, which was full of yin energy, first wrapped around his neck, and then went straight into his heart to steal his yang energy.

Seeing that the best fighters in the sect had used all their skills, the masked bald man holding the strange armor snorted coldly and attacked Kinoshita Hirojuro. As he used his Qi, the holes in the armor suddenly burst out with strong Qi.

Bang!

His punch was so powerful that it caused the opponent's abdominal flesh to dent, and there were countless sounds of the granulation tissue inside and outside the skin collapsing.

Immediately afterwards, Liao Tietou also retreated to his position, and with a direct charge of his iron head, he knocked the Japanese man away.

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White house, underground.

The black president in the room looked at the fighting scene on the right side of the projection and couldn't help but frown and asked, "Is this China?"

The insectoid opposite looked at the slightly doubtful black president and replied affirmatively, "Yes, the exact location is Longhu Mountain in their JX Province. Your Bureau agents are operating as an extension of [Divination]."

As if sensing the black president was about to delve into the matter, the insectoid rubbed his arthropod hands together before saying, "You know, my stance has always been one of observation. The evolution of your planet is my subject of observation."

Before the alien visitor could finish his words, he heard the black man opposite him sneer and say, "Oh? Let me guess, you guys are going to change now?"

The insectoid's mouthparts wiggled for a moment before it spoke, "Of course. Your planet may be facing a crisis, and I have no choice but to respond. This is why I requested the use of your [Precognition] system—I need to find the source of the crisis."

The black president glanced around and said sarcastically with a deadpan expression, "Then I should thank you for working so hard to resolve our crisis."

Perhaps finding the insectoids' claims too outrageous, the black president scoffed, no longer willing to conceal his disbelief. "You should know you're not the first to deal with us," he said. "Crisis? That word is too old-fashioned."

"Crisis, holy land, vortex, stance, doctrine—you outsiders really learn languages ​​quickly, and you always manage to exaggerate with pinpoint accuracy."

"If you want to use buzzwords to justify your baffling actions, try using something else. At least don't use 'crisis.'"

After hearing the word "holy land," the insectoid across from him froze slightly. After a moment, it spoke again, "At least, for your country, the target I'm pursuing should definitely be wiped out."

The black president narrowed his eyes and subconsciously tapped his fingers on the table. After a dozen breaths, he said, "Tell me about it."

The insectoid nodded and continued, "You should have received news a while ago about the Iron Man—or, as your civilization more commonly calls him, Iron Man—that appeared in Burma."

"I can't understand [mechanics], but I can see that if there really is a force or country on this planet that has already mastered the technology to manufacture that armor..."

"Even if it's a little worse than what's in the movie, the power structure of this planet should have changed long ago."

"But...it didn't, did it?"

"Then the answer is obvious. The person who created that thing... perhaps was just one person, someone who had just acquired that technology."

"Then imagine this: without any technological foundation, someone suddenly emerges who possesses technology beyond that of civilization..."

"Is he a genius? Of course it's possible. But it's more likely that his technology came from the malicious influence of other advanced civilizations."

"And your country, inspired by us, is on the correct path of [Genes]. This is naturally opposed to the heretical path of pursuing [Machinery]."

"Regarding the conflict between [Genes] and [Machinery], perhaps your civilization cannot understand it because it has not yet officially entered space, but..."

"Even if we ignore that natural opposition, on your civilization's home planet, a planet still in the process of making its decision, a being suddenly appears—one that could potentially disrupt and threaten your nation's progress towards 'prosperity and unification.'"

"Then I think... [eliminating] him should be the natural choice."

The black president narrowed his eyes after hearing this, then pointed at the projected content and asked, "So, what are you doing now?"

The insectoid smiled faintly, opened its exaggerated mouth, and said, "With your country's authorization, I am using the [Prometheus System] to find the heretic whose mind has been corrupted by [machinery]."

After thinking for a moment, the black president stopped talking to the insectoid and turned to his confidant, saying, "How much of the Prophet is left?"

James Comey, standing by, quickly responded, "About 2,200 more before today's operation begins, sir."

The black president glanced at his watch and said, "At least 500 should be kept in stock. Please report the results of the operation to me separately later."

After saying that, he stood up and walked out the door without looking at the insectoid man who kept the terrifying smile.

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Just when Quan Xing and others turned their guns and wanted to deal with the Japanese with disgusting means, the high-end game on the other side was also in full swing.

What is high-end?

Compared with the "new generation" such as Liao Tietou, Yuan Tao, Xue Pan, Tu Junfang and others are naturally the high-end combat forces of Quanxing's operation.

At present, judging from the situation, except for some problems on Lu Linglong's side, the "righteous" faction is still in the upper hand.

On Xue Pan's side, it's a righteous three-on-one fight consisting of Xiao Xiao, Yun, and Xi. As long as they are careful, there will be no situation where "three against one and being killed in return" happens.

Not to mention Old Yuantou. He cultivated the [Nine Sons of the Dragon] throughout his life, but three of them were bitten to pieces by a small dog in one night, which is comparable to Li Longji killing three sons in one day.

……

If it wasn't the Greyhound who crushed the three [Nine Dragon Sons] in one bite, but Zhang Chulan, then the 'Bilian Immortal' would definitely have mocked the Quan Xing demon in front of him.

But then again, just like a person obsessed with bead stringing, he would treat the string like his own son – applying the base, applying oil, and taking good care of it…

For the weapon refiners, the magic weapon is no different from their lifeblood. Why would they mock the "revenge" that has broken their lifeblood?

This old Yuantou can be said to have cultivated the [Nine Sons of the Dragon] for his entire life. Even though it is ultimately a dead thing, there is still the "affection" accumulated over the years. How can he not be angry when it is broken just like that?

If the three beads had been shattered while being used to kill Lu Jin, it would have been fine; they should have been used to avenge his father. But in the end, they were shattered by a mere [Shen Ji]...

This old guy was naturally very angry, and the wrinkles on his face were about to burst out from anger.

As the saying goes: People are people, dogs are dogs, and mechanical beasts are mechanical beasts. This dog, who neither knew how to open a bottle of champagne nor read the atmosphere, saw Yuan Tao staring blankly and simply opened his mouth and spitted fire at him again.

boom!

The flame directly ignited the floating powder of the three beads, as if "carbon was added", and burned particularly vigorously.

This raging fire naturally directly forced Yuan Tao to use the Chiwen Pearl to protect his body, but although the flames could be blocked, the extremely high temperature generated by the fire could not be concealed.

After just a few breaths of burning, the old man Yuan's head, clothes on his chest, and hair seemed to be on fire. He dared not stand up any longer, so he directly suppressed it with his Qi and quickly retreated.

In a panic, he wanted to throw a dragon egg at the small dog, but when he thought of the magic weapon that had been taken away and bitten to pieces, he broke out in a cold sweat and gave up the idea.

Seeing that Yuan Tao was about to retreat, Lu Jin quickly stood up again, rubbing his arm and saying, "Hey, my 'eyesight' is also weak. I really didn't expect you, an old man, to be so cowardly."

After saying that, Mr. Lu drew a talisman in the air, and cast a [Immortal Encirclement Talisman], which floated out from afar. The talisman flew at an extremely fast speed, hooking its feet and wrapping its hands around Yuan Tao, firmly pinning him to the spot.

Seeing that the [Immortal Trapping Talisman] was completed, Lu Jin wanted to draw a few [Five Thunder Talismans], but when he had just drawn half of the talisman, he heard the sound of machinery running nearby.

I saw a strange steel pipe coming out of the dog's mouth, and it began to rotate at an increasing speed.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Before Lu Jin and Zhang Lingyu could figure out what it was, something shot out from the steel pipe told them the answer.

That's a bullet!