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The Stink Bug had not yet approached, but a wall of pressure seemed to push forward.
A thunderous explosion erupted as the Stink Bug's shoulder suddenly burst open, a foul smell of blood quickly spreading.
What was happening? Only the Radiation Victims and the Stink Bug were astonished.
Although they possessed human-like thinking, they had never experienced real combat. Sometimes, even Russell was unclear about how the light surrounding him was formed!
"Surprised? Did you see what I used to attack?" Russell replied with a smile.
Of course, this response only fueled their anger even more.
However, Russell wasn't ready to tire of this game just yet. To him, it was merely a game—one that they could not escape once involved.
He sought revenge for his fallen brothers.
Not just for Old John, but also for those warriors who had perished during this mission.
It couldn't end like this.
"I definitely saw it; next time I won't be careless," the Stink Bug insisted, though inwardly it grumbled, "I don't understand why I can't see it."
"Hmph, alright then, bring it on," Russell gestured with a grin.
"You’re asking for death."
With a howl, the Stink Bug lunged forward again.
This time, he aimed carefully, but Russell met him head-on with a punch that sent him flying.
Russell had landed on top of the Stink Bug, and with a kick of his legs, he drove his toes deep into the Stink Bug's sunken eye sockets.
Even its neck was buried in muscle, making it look quite pitiful, no longer resembling a humanoid but more like a turtle carrying a shell.
It crashed heavily to the ground, its steel teeth cracking one by one, and it immediately spewed forth a stream of foul-smelling blood.
"Well, didn't you understand? Then what is this?" Russell shook his head and moved closer to the Stink Bug.
"I'm not done yet. Look, I've exposed my weakness, now die!"
The Stink Bug's eyes glimmered with venomous rage once more as it grabbed a handful of muck from the ground and hurled it into the air with force.
"Oh no~"
Russell felt a sting in his eyes, as if something had pierced his retina.
He had been careless.
In the midst of their struggle, the Stink Bug suddenly grinned wickedly, rubbed its lips that had been spewing out filth, and jumped up, forcefully bouncing its head back from the muscle.
With its bones realigned, its form regained its agility.
The Stink Bug realized there was no need to play around anymore; using all its strength to finish Russell off in one blow was the best approach.
It didn’t see any point in dragging things out; if it continued to toy with Russell, it would eventually be the one to suffer defeat.
No one ever fought wars with an always fair one-on-one duel; the side that fell was never solely due to lack of strength but often because of carelessness.
The Stink Bug plummeted rapidly, and the ground beneath him reacted with a violent shake.
However, as soon as the Stink Bug crawled out of the pit, he cursed under his breath, "Damn it, I've been fooled again. What is going on?"
He found it strange that his opponent could see him again.
No, it wasn't just that; it wasn't merely that he had been seen again. The speed of the previous movements had been so swift that there was no chance to evade. If he could still dodge like this, then it must be beyond what an ordinary person could achieve.
Yet, that was exactly what his opponent had done, and they were now staring at him unscathed.
His vision restored, Russell smiled at him as if looking at a defeated pug.
"This..." the Stink Bug exclaimed in surprise.
Russell interrupted him deliberately and said, "This is impossible; you must be thinking this way."
"You bastard, I can't care about that anymore." The Stink Bug climbed up fiercely, blood trickling down from his mouth.
He didn't mind these details, but that blood was terrifying to humans, like concentrated acid.
Even if Russell chose not to flee due to the influence of the blood, it was truly frightening; when it dripped onto the ground, the stones would melt away.
A sizzling sound echoed, an utterly incredible noise.
"Hehehe, this move leaves you with no way to escape." The Stink Bug grinned wickedly.
Then, his body began to writhe, and in the next moment, a dark purple glow flickered at the core of his body.
Like the core of a Nuclear Drive, the light and heat emitted at the moment of explosion would surely flatten everything around it.
However, this trick used by the Stink Bug was not going to be that simple.
Its body began to swell little by little, like a balloon inflating violently, with only its head remaining in its original state.
This sight was terrifying; the internal light and heat had reached an unbearable level.
Closing his eyes, Russell could still feel the blinding brightness through his eyelids.
The swelling was not yet finished; the light and heat intensified further, making it even harder for his eyes to adjust.
Then, even its skin began to turn transparent.
"What is this, could it be?"
Russell quickly sensed the discomfort, but he already felt so unwell that he couldn't move.
In the next moment, a violent stream of light erupted, and a powerful explosion pierced through the air with a deafening roar.
The explosion filled the space, and an acidic liquid sprayed down like a curtain of rain.
The Stink Bug, shriveled like a skeleton, trembled in mid-air, its breathing heavy and frantic.
"What’s going on? Why am I here?" The Stink Bug was astonished.
Russell gradually regained his vision; his entire body was emitting steam. This reaction was caused by that mysterious liquid starting to acidify his body.
The sensations of Sting and Scorching continued to arise, but as he further initiated Ability Transformation, the liquid was gradually expelled from his body in one go.
As long as he kept his body dry, everything would be fine.
The Corrosive Liquid would have no effect on him; it was merely an unexpected ambush.
Stink Bug looked around, his emotions calming slightly as he surveyed the area.
He felt that just moments ago, he could have easily succeeded.
Even if victory was assured, being kicked into the air midway was not ideal.
His energy was depleted, leading to an explosion.
Now, gathering enough power for another explosion like that was already a struggle, leaving his body in a weakened state.
His emaciated form was evidence of his frailty.
“Who the hell is messing with me? This is ridiculous. Where are you?” Stink Bug's body trembled with anger.
“Right behind you,” came the quick response from Radiation Victims.
“What!”
Stink Bug turned around, feeling a chill sweep over him from behind.
His entire face was struck again, forcefully smashing into the ground.
"Ugh—"
A breath escaped from his lips, and at that moment, Phantom gradually stabilized as a tall man, nearly two meters in height, appeared behind him.
With a longsword in hand, he struck before Stink Bug could react.
The blade pierced through the throat, forcefully entering the skull.
As expected, Stink Bug no longer felt pain, blood oozing from five wounds.
He coughed up a mouthful of blood, his head slowly drooping.
"Ah, Stink Bug."
No one anticipated that the struggle would conclude so swiftly; Radiation Victims had yet to notice. After a while, Stink Bug lay dead.
Though still in a semi-observational phase, he had already gauged the shift in power dynamics between the two sides.
With two companions fallen, only Mutant remained to guard their position.
Floating in mid-air, Vassal let out a disdainful laugh, cursing the useless beings below.
Indeed, if they were subordinates, it was such followers that aligned best with the Emperor's intentions.
If the Emperor could command an army like this, victory would be assured wherever he went.
Radiation Victims took a step back as the human who had slain Stink Bug slowly turned around, sword in hand, looking at him.
Russell was also taken aback, feeling as if he had been saved by some unseen force.
He never expected that the person in front of him would save his life once again. Freyr stood still for a moment, glanced at Russell, and then slowly walked to the other side.
“Wait, I want to settle this with you,” said the Radiation Victim.
Russell was surprised that the Radiation Victim chose to challenge Freyr, ignoring his earlier performance. After all, it was Freyr who had defeated the Stink Bug.
Even though they were teammates, Russell felt a twinge of jealousy towards him. He sighed softly.
However, if that last attack had hit him directly, he would have surely been dead.
Having been given a second chance at life, he knew he had to thank Freyr when they got back.
“Brother Russell, can I borrow your weapon?”
Freyr's voice suddenly rang out. Russell was momentarily stunned and didn’t respond.
Freyr asked again, “Brother Russell.” This time his voice was louder, making those nearby think he was shouting.
Being dazed on the battlefield was a serious mistake, but Russell felt fortunate to be alive.
He needed to focus on the battle; it was just that his ears weren’t as sharp as usual.
Moreover, Freyr’s voice was indeed loud enough to startle him. He quickly stammered in response, “Yes, yes, you can borrow it. I can give you my weapon.”
“No need,” Freyr chuckled lightly. “Brother Russell, I just need to use it temporarily. I’ll return it to you afterward.”
"Alright," Russell nodded, "take it and use it."
With a flick of his wrist, a sharp Military Dagger landed in his hand, looking imposing and powerful.
The Black Military Dagger had a distinctive appearance; even on the battlefield, one would hesitate to use it too often.
Freyr was skilled with a sword, and he understood well how a Peerless Swordsman cherished their weapon and sought perfection.
Even if the sword never tasted blood, it would still be polished with fire and alcohol to maintain its luster.
As long as it was a sword, there would inevitably come a moment when it would be put to use.
The moment the treasured blade was drawn was merely an instant of killing, but before that moment, no one could know how glorious the sword's past had been.
The experiences of its master were often remarkable; some had gained fame in battle through a single conflict.
"What a practical weapon," Freyr marveled at the Military Dagger in his hand.
Joy welled up within him, completely ignoring the opponent before him.
"There are no flaws at all."
The Radiation Victims narrowed their eyes slightly, as if sensing something, but the fierce look had long vanished from their gaze, replaced instead by a hint of fear.
Repeated speculation and doubt gradually weakened their resolve.
In an instant, their momentum dissipated.
Freyr did not take the initiative, although it appeared that way on the surface.
However, he was not the type to make the first move; such an approach was effective but not suitable for the battlefield.
"Well, whatever. If I die, I die," he thought to himself.
Radiation Victims subtly twisted his arm, realizing that the previous battle had merely been an appetizer; he hadn't even warmed up yet.
After slowly calming his emotions, he moved forward.
His speed remained impressive, and Freyr sensed a chilling intent to kill emanating from his opponent. At that moment, his figure flickered and vanished.
Radiation Victims struck at the illusion before him, but his punch only connected with empty air, leaving no tangible impact.
His fist met nothingness.
He understood what this miss meant.
Suddenly, a blow struck his chest, followed by a whip-like kick that sent Radiation Victims crashing to the ground.
This was not a deliberate act of eating dirt.
He was forcefully shoved into the very pit where Stink Bug had just died, even colliding with Stink Bug's corpse.
His head was pinned to the ground as thick, viscous blood continued to flow out.
The hilt had already corroded, which was no surprise, considering why it had to borrow a weapon from its companions.
The awkwardness didn’t stop there; the suspicious Radiation Victims understood what was happening.
Why had it returned to this pit?
This pit represented something significant—was it its final resting place?
Although it was impossible for it to survive now, even if it chose not to fight, the Vassal would still see it as having no value and would take its life.
This was merely a different way to die.
Death held no meaning for it; the only significance of living was to continue serving.
Betraying its former comrades, to be honest, it did not harbor the same hatred for humans as the Wolfhead Mutant did.
It had become this way through its own actions; it could not blame others for the consequences.
However, even though it could think this way, no one would believe it now.
After all, it had once acted in ways that led to others' deaths, and pledging loyalty would only raise more suspicion.
So, was death inevitable?
Yes, unless it found clarity, it would continue to be troubled by how to survive.
This is not him anymore.
"Alright, let's fight to the death."
Thinking this, the countless thin white worms on the forehead of Radiation Victims began to squirm, spreading downwards towards the Target's neck.
The body slowly became smooth, with arms and limbs starting to retract inward.
Gradually, it transformed into a soft, wriggling white worm, its eyes glowing green, with fang-like hooks that could tear off a large chunk of flesh with a single snap.
It measured three meters in length, resembling a snake.
"What do you think? This is my ultimate form. I fear nothing; I have become powerful."
The head of Radiation Victims peeked out slightly from the back of the white worm, appearing somewhat strange, yet he was able to skillfully control this new form.
Freyr sensed the fundamental change in his opponent and slightly lowered the Military Dagger in his hand.
He looked directly ahead, frowning. "Indeed, there has been some change, but—"
"But what?" Radiation Victims felt a stir in his heart and suddenly exclaimed, "What more is there? Are you not afraid? My current state is three times stronger than before. Don't be fooled by my appearance; soon you'll find it hard to even think about dying."
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