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Date: October 7th
"Hehe, hoho, ahahahaha!!!" Sun Jun was in a frenzied state, drool and blood from the corpses dripping down, creating an extremely disgusting sight.
His once handsome face now twisted grotesquely, visibly writhing in a way that was utterly repulsive.
"Did you see that? Are you scared? I won't let you die so easily. I want to keep you in fear, to slowly torment you to death! I am no longer who I used to be! I have evolved! I am a higher being!" Sun Jun seemed to regain some of his consciousness as he looked at Yang Xiaoyou, speaking in a slurred voice, as if his jaw couldn't close properly. Drool dripped uncontrollably as he spoke.
Afterward, Sun Jun swung his severely deformed claw, which was completely mismatched with his other hand, and struck the conference table in front of him. A large chunk was sliced off the wooden table, splinters flying everywhere.
It was as if he wanted to show Yang Xiaoyou that he was no longer the same; he had become powerful.
"Evolved? Higher being? Hehe." Yang Xiaoyou looked at Sun Jun before him, feeling a surge of brutality. His original plans had been completely disrupted for no reason, exposing his identity in front of Nobunaga Hideyoshi. The wicked fire within him could not be contained.
"Trash is still trash. A failed experiment thinking it can become a higher being? You're not even a higher beast anymore; take a look in the mirror at your ghastly appearance." With a hint of disdainful amusement at the corner of his mouth, Yang Xiaoyou mercilessly mocked him while stepping on his opponent's sore spot.
"Roar!" Sun Jun, whose mind was already deteriorating, went completely insane upon hearing these words and let out a piercing scream.
"Find something to secure the door; don't let the fellows outside come in. I'll handle that trash in front of me." Yang Xiaoyou, focused on Sun Jun, raised his hand and waved it towards Nobunaga Hideyoshi beside him.
This statement became the final spark that ignited Sun Jun's grievance.
At this moment, he had no intention of slowly killing anyone; he propelled himself backward with all his strength, leaping forward like a swift leopard toward Yang Xiaoyou.
His enormous right claw, severely deformed and mismatched with his left hand, came rushing toward Yang Xiaoyou with a sharp whistling sound as if he intended to smash him into a pulp with this attack.
The immense force and speed transformed him into a streak of crimson lightning.
Scattered papers around were completely blown away by the strong wind, lifted into the air and then shredded by the violent currents.
In the distance, Nobunaga Hideyoshi braced himself against the door, shielding his eyes from the gusts. Squinting at the scene before him, his expression darkened significantly.
"Die!"
A massive claw, nearly half a person’s height, swept across Yang Xiaoyou's body, and a cruel smile appeared on Sun Jun's face.
But then, he sensed something was off. The exhilarating sensation of crushing a human body and the sight of scattered, severed limbs did not materialize; it felt as if his hand had struck nothing but air.
The detestable figure before him seemed to dissipate like a wisp of smoke after being slashed by his claws. As the air currents swirled, the entire form appeared to vanish into flames from where it had been caught. In an instant, he felt the surrounding air twist unnaturally, an inexplicable psychological pressure weighing down on his heart.
The last remnants of the head still bore a maddeningly mocking expression, its voice drifting through the air, "Trash is ultimately trash."
As soon as the words faded, the head completely vanished.
At that moment, where the body had disappeared, strange silk threads emerged in the air, barely noticeable except for their occasional glimmers reflecting light.
After Sun Jun's claws swiped through, it was as if he had poked a hornet's nest; countless intersecting silk threads ensnared his arm completely. The sharp threads intertwined with his immense strength and movements dug deeply into his muscles, effectively immobilizing him.
Any movement he made would only cause greater harm from the resilient threads that seemed to cut to the bone.
Just as he was restrained, Yang Xiaoyou appeared beside him like an illusion. He freed himself from the constraints around his legs and waist.
Channeling all his strength to its peak, he unleashed a powerful whip kick that struck Sun Jun's abdomen with a distorted gust of wind.
Under the tremendous impact, Sun Jun's body bent forward, spewing forth a foul-smelling liquid. His tongue extended grotesquely as his eyes bulged almost to bursting.
The impact area emitted a dull sound, akin to a defeated object. Despite the immense force applied and the restrictions on its hands, it barely moved backward at all.
It wasn't that the attack was so powerful that it tore apart the pant leg at the point of contact; rather, it was the perfect technique that allowed the force to be fully absorbed into Sun Jun's body!
There was no movement to dissipate the power!
"Most who become 'Elite' are humans," Yang Xiaoyou murmured as he swung a leg, his actions not pausing for a moment. "In fact, many of them possess exceptional combat talent."
Taking advantage of Sun Jun's bent posture, he delivered an elbow strike that sent Sun Jun's head arcing once more.
"After becoming 'Elite,' one can utilize instinct alongside perfect technique."
Following the arc of his strike, his arm shook and directed the Silk Thread toward Sun Jun's neck.
"You are nothing compared to someone who only knows how to use brute force."
With a sudden surge of strength, he executed a powerful strangulation that tightened around Sun Jun's throat, as if attempting to sever it completely.
"Even among those failures, you are the most pathetic existence."
Although Sun Jun's uncontrolled left hand instinctively tried to grab the Silk Thread to prevent the choking, the violent kick had inflicted too much damage. The strength he could muster now was greatly diminished, rendering him unable to stop the sharp Silk Thread that had already lodged itself in his throat.
However, just as Yang Xiaoyou's hand was about to sever Sun Jun's head, a sudden sound of shattering pottery echoed from behind him.
A wave of extreme danger surged from that direction.
"Finally, it's you!" With a loud shout, Yang Xiaoyou released his grip on Sun Jun and suddenly plucked at the air as if strumming a string. In an instant, several faint Silver Lights appeared before him, rushing towards him at an incredible speed.
If the opponent collided directly at such speed, they would either be dead or severely injured.
Yang Xiaoyou understood from the start that Sun Jun could not have been infected for no reason; there had to be a 'master' behind this.
Moreover, Sun Jun seemed somewhat dazed at the moment. How could he create such a sealing phenomenon?
At first, he didn’t mention that even with the help of the Blade in his hand, his current physical condition could not handle facing two opponents simultaneously.
Sun Jun's combat skills were indeed lacking, but his strength and speed still surpassed Yang Xiaoyou's. If there was a more formidable opponent to hold him back...
Thus, while he was stalling for time, he discreetly flicked his wrist to set up an advance plan.
However, the situation Yang Xiaoyou painstakingly arranged was meant to rely on an initial Strangulation to incapacitate Sun Jun just like before.
But in reality, as that terrifyingly fast figure was about to collide with the Silk Thread in front of him, it performed an astonishingly agile maneuver, bending its entire back in a way that seemed impossible. The sound of bones cracking echoed as it forced its way through. A blood mark appeared on its throat, but it was merely that one mark.
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