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Three Mutants stood ready, their tension palpable.
Immediately, a standoff was formed.
With negotiations having broken down, there was no need for further idle chatter.
Light surged through their bodies as the Ability-Enhanced Armament rapidly materialized.
The Hunter had drawn his prized weapon, and the three Mutants trembled slightly, as if a terrifying crimson glow flickered intensely around them.
Moments later, the three Mutants appeared even taller and stronger than before, the wounds on the Wolfhead Mutant gradually closing.
“Roar~”
A roar erupted as the wolf-headed Mutant charged forward first.
Crimson blades shot forth from its claws, launching a deadly strike at the human in front of it.
Blood streaks swiftly cut through the air, but the Hunters managed to evade just in time.
However, the members of the Suicide Squad hesitated in their movements; when one of them was struck, a deep purple gash appeared on his arm.
Old Black, caught in the attack, clearly had no time to react; the pain hit before his brain could process it. It took several seconds for the pain to fully register.
Such an experience was truly terrifying—something an ordinary person could never hope to endure.
For if it wished to kill you, it could easily slice through your jaw artery connected to your spine in an instant.
Even if your physical strength was formidable, your life could still come to an abrupt end.
Yet this did not mean that The Old Blacks of the Suicide Squad would yield. The speed of their opponent exceeded their expectations, but as long as they knew who would be targeted next, they could strategize accordingly.
The Wolfhead Mutant was just one individual, while over twenty humans stood present, with more than forty pairs of eyes—some skilled in dynamic vision and others in static vision.
It was clear that the previous round was merely a probing attack.
The injured Old Black clenched his arm tightly and pushed upward with all his strength, finally managing to pop the dislocated bone back into place.
This urgent handling was quite suitable for the current situation.
The force of that last attack had been terrifying, unmatched in its power.
The muscle, as solid as steel, seemed to crumble like fragile paper under that single strike.
Having learned from the earlier exchange, he would naturally avoid falling for the same trick again.
Humans typically engage in self-assessment based on past mistakes and make timely adjustments.
This is why such a frail species, lacking extraordinary physical abilities and advanced survival skills, can still carve out a niche in the biological world; it is their learned survival strategies that have allowed them to do so.
Through generations of refinement and summarization, they eventually developed remarkable technologies.
Throughout this process, great individuals emerged who benefited humanity, thanks to the accumulation of these intellectual achievements.
It is this foundation that allows modern technology to continue evolving.
However, returning to the matter at hand, the first round of exchanges clearly revealed a significant disparity in combat strength between the two sides; this was evident.
Regardless of who it was or the circumstances they faced, when confronted with a moment of crisis awareness, the first thing to do is not to panic, as panic can provide the opponent with advantageous opportunities.
Even so, no one would fear engaging in confrontations like this; death was not something to be afraid of, whether one belonged to the hunters or the Suicide Squad's Old Blacks.
Life, though precious, meant little when they were willing to sacrifice their own lives for the faith of humanity.
Without fear, they no longer dreaded the outcome of the next attack.
If death was to come, then so be it.
The cohesion among them seemed to form a single thought, and the members of the Suicide Squad, known as The Old Blacks, had increased their muscle strength beyond what it had been at the beginning.
Their powerful muscles were even tougher than before, but even so, their strength had reached its maximum—Ultimate.
With such continuous enhancement, the burden on their bodies was immense.
Moreover, they had to maintain the Gene Lock state. The Gene Lock state was not merely about enhancement; it stemmed from the Killing Intent in the Brain that shaped their Willpower, originating from the most primal form of Willpower.
However, once Combat Awareness faded, the state of the Gene Chain would also unravel.
Clearly, without sufficient physical stamina to sustain it, the Gene Chain would soon collapse on its own.
In comparison to the collapse caused by continuous overload on the Gene Chain, this was merely a result of the user's reliance on their abilities.
Each strand of the Gene Chain was believed to possess great resilience, yet resilience had its limits within Ultimate.
When a certain threshold was reached, it would break down; it was akin to a cable that bends repeatedly until it begins to fracture at a fixed point.
"Second Stage Gene Lock activated!"
The entire Suicide Squad roared as they initiated the Second Stage. When the second wave of Gene Chain amplified their current state,
they appeared in much better condition than at the start. The rapidly approaching Wolfhead Mutant launched an attack.
In that instant of impact, they sensed something was off; it felt as if they were striking against a solid rock, and their hands throbbed slightly with pain.
The Black Instructor clenched his fist and grinned wickedly, "It's time for revenge. If there's a grievance, it must be avenged."
Driven by this thought, the Wolfhead Mutant hurriedly dodged the iron fist that the Black Instructor swung down.
The sharp punch pierced into the ground, sinking deep before he finally pulled it out after a long moment.
The speed of the Wolfhead Mutant was astonishing as he swiftly confronted the Black Instructor, launching a barrage of strikes aimed at his chest and abdomen, targeting his weak points.
"Hmph, such attacks are nothing," the Black Instructor chuckled.
Despite the relentless assault of steel fists raining down on him, the Black Instructor merely stood there, his muscles trembling slightly from the impact.
Yet this did not affect his stability; in this state, he was still able to laugh out loud.
"Oh really?" The Wolfhead Mutant grinned widely, a chilling smile spreading across his face. "How about trying this move?"
In an instant, his elbow began to swell rapidly, growing twice its size from before.
With a shout, he unleashed a powerful punch aimed at the abdomen, striking with the force of a rocket launcher.
"Ugh!"
The Black Instructor staggered back two or three meters. Although he could have avoided such an attack, the opponent's speed was greater than his own, making it possible for him to be hit even while dodging continuously.
A noticeable mark was dragged along the ground, which was quite strange; he had taken hits directly to the front. What was going on?
He snorted, clearly feeling that it wasn't anything serious.
However, compared to before, there was now a hint of astonishment on his face as even his stance had been disrupted.
This was an outcome that no one had anticipated.
The physical prowess of the Black Instructor was unmatched among all the soldiers in the Suicide Squad, but now, it had all turned into Void.
“Hey, do you need help? You look like you're struggling,” someone suddenly spoke up from the side.
The Wolfhead Mutant glanced at his two teammates and grunted, “I don’t need your interference.”
“I can take him down; the rest are just a bunch of rabble. I’ll handle them for you.”
“I don’t care; as long as I get my revenge, do whatever you want.”
“Oh?” The Stinkbug Mutant chuckled, “That’s good to hear. But it seems like you’re having a hard time with just one. Is he really that strong? Let me give you a hand.”
“Quit your whining! If you annoy me any further, I’ll take you down too!” the Wolfhead Mutant shouted.
After a piercing roar, the faint green light in his pupils flickered.
At this moment, the Wolfhead Mutant had changed slightly compared to before.
His aura had shifted, emanating a powerful and dominating force that demanded submission.
Such terrifying power could never belong to a human; those who sought strength would never sell their souls and bodies to demons for power.
Yet, the strength gained at such a cost was indeed formidable.
For just a moment ago, there was still a trace of unextinguished benevolence within him, but now the Wolfhead Mutant had completely transformed, descending into a beastly path.
No one exuded genuine kindness; even the most vicious individuals retained some humanity.
The transformation triggered by this extent left the onlookers in shock.
“What happened?” The Black Instructor furrowed his brow.
No one responded from the other side, only a series of beastly roars echoed back.
The primal light flickered rapidly in his pupils, and an overwhelming aura soon enveloped him.
The Black Instructor gritted his teeth, extending his hand to shield his eyes as a powerful presence surged toward him, igniting a deep-seated fear within.
His legs began to tremble.
It felt as if an intense fear was washing over him, a sensation he had never experienced before.
Even in the past, he had never felt such dread, but now it seemed to trigger some unpleasant memories he least wanted to recall.
"Damn it, why does this remind me of some unhappy memories!" the Black Instructor cursed loudly.
But as soon as the words left his mouth, the roar of the Wolfhead Mutant intensified.
"Roar!"
It was as if the curse had provoked it; its figure flickered and abruptly vanished from sight.
Who could have anticipated such speed? The Black Instructor was plunged into darkness for a moment before feeling a sharp pain in his abdomen. He let out a scream and was sent flying backward.
His abdomen felt as if it had been struck by a cannonball, bile spilling from his mouth.
It had been a long time since he felt such a brutal beating. The Black Instructor smiled and picked himself up from the ground.
"I haven't felt this way in ages," he said with a grin. "However, I will make you regret doing this. You have forced me to confront my deepest fears."
"Roar!"
A roar responded symbolically.
The current situation left it unclear whether the Wolfhead Mutant could still understand human speech.
In any case, it now communicated only through barking, with no other language to express the thoughts that were about to spill from its mouth.
Despite this, the Black Instructor stood up as usual, his tall figure striding forward.
No one knew why he maintained such a confident and optimistic demeanor; the earlier exchanges had already revealed a significant gap between the two sides.
Even with muscles stretched to their ultimate limits, he still felt immense pain from the direct attacks coming from across the way.
"Let's settle this," the Black Instructor said with a calm smile.
The figure of the Wolfhead Mutant quickly flickered, then vanished into a blind spot, leaving behind only an afterimage.
The Black Instructor swung his solid fist, but it was clear he had yet to find an effective method; his punch shattered the afterimage.
In that next moment, a cold glint flashed by.
The instructor felt a sharp pain in his wrist as blood surged from the wound.
His arm was completely severed, and the tool used for the cut was merely the claws of the Wolfhead Mutant.
The bloodied claws still carried a metallic scent, and a sly grin crept across the mutant's lips.
Discarding the severed arm, it licked its claw tips, savoring the warm taste of blood.
"Ah—"
The Black Instructor inhaled sharply, soon feeling a strange lightness in his arm.
But just as quickly, intense pain surged back in.
He hurriedly pressed his hand against the pressure point, forcing the blood to stop temporarily.
However, this also cost him an arm that could have fought back.
With no advantage to speak of, he had plunged from a disadvantage into a dire situation.
He never expected such a result; the Black Instructor was a man bearing the title of the Aludiba family.
Members of this family were not allowed to bow to fate, so their destiny often ended in battle.
He was the last of the Aludiba. Given the current circumstances, if he sacrificed himself, there would be no one left who knew of the Aludiba family.
Once a prestigious family that had produced many brave knights, now it had fallen into decline.
Never yielding, steadfast as a rock!
This was his belief. With one arm tightly clenched, he prepared to strike again.
The figure in the distance vanished once more, and the Wolfhead Mutant's eerie smile emerged.
“Pfft~”
In the next moment, another slash severed his leg.
“Instructor~”
Seeing this, someone couldn't bear to watch any longer and rushed forward in a desperate attempt to save him.
“Stay back!”
Aludiba shouted, instantly intimidating those who had come running forward. Even the Vassal floating in mid-air was deeply captivated by his heroic spirit.
Struggling to steady his trembling body, he stood up once more.
Though it appeared he was missing a leg, it did not diminish his towering presence.
He could still forge ahead through any obstacle; even if his body was broken, as long as he remained, he was the spirit of the entire military camp.
For a long time, Aludiba had been the kind of man who lived in everyone's hearts.
He had undertaken countless missions that were deemed suicidal, yet he always emerged unscathed.
His teammates were fortunate to have fought alongside him and survived.
But this time, it seemed that Aludiba's indomitable spirit was on the verge of being extinguished.
"Just this once, just this once, I hope you can watch me fight on. This may be my last chance," Aludiba said with a smile.
He staggered forward a few steps, struggling to maintain his balance before once again assuming a combat stance.
"Next, I will cut out your Heart," the Wolfhead Mutant said, his pupils regaining clarity as a hoarse voice emerged from his throat.
"Hmph, if you can do it, then come at me!" Aludiba retorted.
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