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A sharp, piercing scream erupted once again from the neck of the humanoid Tentacle Monster, but this time, alongside the anger, there was a hint of weakness.
The once vigorous and powerful Tentacles continued to thrash above him even after eight of them had been severed, demonstrating their formidable strength as they unleashed a blow that cracked the ground beneath.
However, the remaining Tentacles on the left side had all gone limp, oozing a nauseating yellow-green pus. The other half of the appendages still retained some movement, but they too exuded an air of lethargy.
Yang Xiaoyou's palm strike had landed squarely on the creature's left chest area.
As it staggered away from its original position, dust fell from the walls behind it, and a sunken palm print appeared surrounded by spiderweb-like cracks, creating a truly terrifying sight.
Despite having gained a significant advantage from both the earlier gunfire and the subsequent heavy blow, Yang Xiaoyou's expression remained tense.
Due to his previous performance—whether during the gunfire or in close combat—he had caught his opponent completely off guard, inflicting a staggering amount of damage.
Even if Luo Guohui had been completely unprepared for that final strike to his chest, it would have been fatal without a doubt!
Every peak martial artist possesses high attack and low defense!
Yet, despite the apparent injuries of the creature before him, an underlying sense of danger still lingered.
Moreover, Yang Xiaoyou couldn't shake off the feeling that the virus-laden gas around him was thickening at an accelerated rate since the exit had been sealed. The bait left behind seemed to be in a dazed state, huddled in a corner and slipping into semi-consciousness.
Even with his unique constitution, he instinctively felt a repulsion; his immune system was working at its limits, adding further strain to his already injured body.
Fortunately, after his initial clash with Luo Guohui, although it had resulted in injuries, that extreme battle experience and the merging of their strengths had also brought him immense benefits.
The recent strike had incorporated numerous newly acquired techniques, resulting in an astonishing level of destruction.
"Haha! Very good! You actually tricked me into falling this low! You should feel honored to have inflicted such injuries on me! But this sneak attack will not happen again!" The half-destroyed face, with one side of its tentacles drooping, seemed to disintegrate further, yet that nauseating voice still managed to emerge.
The hatred in the words sent chills down one's spine.
The previous severing shot, combined with the sudden explosive follow-up, left the Tentacle Monster with only three functioning tentacles on the right side of its head. One of them, slightly closer to the left, appeared quite limp and was unlikely to be effective.
Nevertheless, the remaining two tentacles provided another avenue for attack.
With its body’s close-combat techniques, the opponent now matched Yang Xiaoyou in height. As the skills began to unfold, they still imposed immense pressure on Yang Xiaoyou.
This former Mossad Captain possessed strength that even surpassed that of Shadow of Death and Lucas. He was an absolute Elite of Mossad. Even in his current condition, with several self-destructive trump cards unavailable due to his injuries, Yang Xiaoyou had no guarantee of victory.
Moreover, after being parasitized, his survivability had received a significant boost. Strength, physique, and speed had all been notably enhanced. If one added the ability for surprise attacks from the tentacles, even if Yang Xiaoyou’s injuries were to heal instantly, it would be unlikely for him to prevail; at best, he could ensure his escape.
However, both sides were unable to exert their full strength. The comrade who had been parasitized first suffered a brain explosion and then absorbed nutrients from the brain. The insect body hidden within the chest cavity also sustained severe damage. Coupled with the loss of tentacles, the overall decline was far greater than the impact of Yang Xiaoyou’s injuries.
The lethal efficiency of Mossad's fighting style combined with the two remaining attacking tentacles indeed posed a significant challenge for Yang Xiaoyou.
Yet after successfully retrieving a high-explosive grenade from the unconscious Bait, and enduring an attack from a tentacle, Yang Xiaoyou forcefully shoved it into the decayed base of one half of the monster's tentacle. He pressed it deep inside before using the tremendous force from being struck by the tentacle to escape.
‘Boom!’
The powerful shockwave from the grenade made even Yang Xiaoyou, who had rolled away several meters and taken cover behind a broken table, feel dizzy in both ears.
The internal explosion left the mutated Tentacle Monster dead, its resilient body reduced to nothing but two severed legs. The entire room was drenched in internal organs and blood, mixed with yellow-green slime, resembling a hellish battlefield.
"My resilience is already an anomaly among humans, but in front of this life-draining creature, I still fall short," Yang Xiaoyou coughed twice, feeling a trickle of blood from his broken ribs.
Whether it was the Tyrant or the recently exploded parasite, they were fundamentally different from Yang Xiaoyou himself, who seemed to exist at two extremes.
According to the Mad Doctors, the former were experimental subjects and tools that drained life for specific purposes, while Yang Xiaoyou had gained a near-eternal life and endless plasticity due to his unique cellular division characteristics—a gift from above.
Back when he was still a Subject, his treatment was entirely different from those disposable pawns; one was merely a tool for profit, while the other held secrets that could extend life and resist death. The disparity in status in the eyes of those in power was evident.
"Perhaps it’s because I consumed too many resources back then that now, with my focus skewed towards the virus, its mutation and development speed have exceeded expectations." Using gentle force to realign his broken ribs as he sank down slightly, Yang Xiaoyou glanced at the severed legs on the ground, his expression complex.
However, he soon furrowed his brow again. With his injuries compounding, his resistance seemed to be waning. The thick gas in the air had almost turned into fog and had begun to invade his body.
"A mutated virus? Its destructive capability and mortality rate far exceed that of the original virus, yet its stubbornness is even greater. I need to leave quickly. Thankfully, this fellow is clever; I can just drain a bit of blood later." Feeling a slight dizziness creeping into his mind, he noticed a hamster that had scurried away earlier now climbing up his pant leg and burrowing into his pocket. Yang Xiaoyou seemed uninterested in the Agent Sister left behind as bait.
With signs of infection appearing in himself, taking her along would be pointless; he had no time or energy for such burdens.
The path ahead was blocked. The fastest way out now was to escape through the window of the Gladiatorial Arena using his equipment before reinforcements arrived. He hadn’t anticipated an interception this time; it was indeed a miscalculation on his part, and unknown risks awaited him.
As Yang Xiaoyou stashed away the remaining grenade and staggered into the Gladiatorial Arena, he found himself momentarily stunned by the scene before him.
Instead of encountering the frenzied townsfolk he expected, there stood only a figure cloaked in monk's robes, hidden beneath a Hood at the original observation platform.
The two tentacles extending several meters behind him dispelled Yang Xiaoyou's initial plan to escape directly above using his equipment; dealing with those townsfolk would clearly not work against this fellow with such long appendages.
Beside the Bishop stood a muscular man with a ring through his nose, while Afifah was bound to two writhing tentacles that had been left in the back corridor.
Clearly, the enemy had taken a shortcut to reach this place after she had left, and now stood before her.
The purple tentacles, sticky with some unknown liquid and uneven in texture, wrapped around the unconscious Agent Sister in a manner that seemed somewhat lascivious.
Her already scant clothing was torn, exposing her skin which contrasted with the tentacles, adding an even more unsettling aura.
At this moment, she was suspended before the monk, and one long tongue—clearly not human—was licking her face. Following that disgusting tongue, a creature resembling a fat spider known as Crawlers crawled toward Afifah's mouth.
Once the agile, repulsive tongue pried her lips apart, the 'spider' made of tentacles squeezed inside.
The visible swallowing in her throat indicated that it had successfully entered her chest cavity. The once near-lifeless Afifah began to cough uncontrollably after being invaded by this creature, seemingly regaining considerable vitality.
“Gaga! Baby, you’re feeling impulsive now, aren’t you? Don’t worry; I’ll take good care of you soon. You’re different from this trash that can’t even stand on stage. You even killed my chosen Insect Emperor; you must have the ability to become the new generation of Insect Emperor! A stronger Insect Emperor! For you, I nearly injected all the doses into you. Honestly, I’m quite surprised you can still walk out on your own.”
After licking Afifah’s face once more, the Bishop’s crimson eyes gleamed with greed, unable to be concealed even by the dark hood.
He drew blood again, tears streaming down his face.
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