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A giant, horrifying figure charged through the burning mansion by the roadside, completely ignoring the searing flames. It crashed into the structure and then penetrated deeper inside.
The roaring fire ignited by the fireplace caused the air temperature in the room to rise sharply, yet the enormous silhouette that reached up to the ceiling remained unfazed, continuing its rush toward the other end.
Finally, it broke through a wall, seemingly intending to use the flames as a barrier to block whatever was pursuing it.
However, at the moment it burst through the wall, it caught sight of a figure standing calmly on the ledge across the street.
“Roar!” The grotesque face of the giant twisted in a menacing expression as it began to bellow.
A powerful gust of wind formed, visibly distorting the air around it, directly causing the clothing of the figure across the street to rustle.
Even the burning house behind it could no longer withstand such pressure and collapsed halfway!
“Honestly, let me confront the Tyrant right now. Even a half-formed Tyrant poses great risks. The best choice is still to avoid confrontation for now. But since you were one of us from Hive Security Company and I personally brought you out, I will not allow them to continue defiling your body!” Standing there with arms crossed, Yang Xiaoyou's tone was calm yet resolute.
Meanwhile, Hades seemed to understand Yang Xiaoyou’s words, as a fierce glint gradually appeared in his eyes.
He turned directly to a streetlight beside him, muscles tensing as he uprooted it as if it were a weapon, then charged toward Yang Xiaoyou.
Faced with the massive figure that shook the ground with each step, Yang Xiaoyou's eyes remained as tranquil as a deep pool, showing no signs of disturbance.
Behind him, two blades gradually materialized without any external force aiding them, connected by thin lines.
Moreover, from those original two blades, they continuously split outward. Two became four! Like mother and child swords, although these blades seemed thinner, their sharpness was even greater!
The most peculiar aspect was the lines behind them. They were neither taut nor straight, yet an unknown force seemed to bind them, allowing them to hover in mid-air, with even Yang Xiaoyou's hands showing no sign of movement.
However, upon closer inspection, one could see that the blades of the two main weapons were embedded with several diamond-shaped jade pieces, emanating a faint glow.
As these blades split into thirty-two pieces, a massive figure resembling a wild beast had already reached in front of Yang Xiaoyou, swinging a large stick with great force towards him.
The terrifying airflow compressed at the tip of the stick, creating a distortion reminiscent of water vapor, and the sharp sound nearly pierced through the eardrum!
Yet, in the face of such a deadly attack that could injure or kill with a mere brush, Yang Xiaoyou seemed to enter a state of calmness.
Using his inner persona to control his body and relying on the remnants of his senses, he managed to lightly leap and precisely land on top of the sweeping stick, completely avoiding the point of force.
With a graceful arc, he soared directly over Hades' head.
Just as his body reached above Hades, the floating blades that had followed him seemed to have received precise guidance, shooting towards Hades from various tricky angles.
This was the fundamental reason for adopting such an attack mode during the virtual connection!
After thorough modifications and at great expense, the equipment combined with the remaining jade-made "artifacts" exhibited astonishing effects. The thin blades were entirely within his control!
Their speed was so swift that they appeared to leave countless afterimages; that slight yet sharp slicing sound gave an impression even more terrifying than the sweeping stick itself.
With a series of 'thud' sounds echoing as blades met flesh, those seemingly weak blades unleashed incredible cutting power at their cunning angles. They caused sprays of blood to erupt from Hades' body.
Soft Paper and weeds can easily cut through Palm when the angle and force are just right. Although the semi-finished Tyrant has impressive defensive capabilities, it still cannot withstand these fragile blades.
In just an instant, numerous scars appeared on its body, making it look quite tragic.
However, after landing from a single attack, Yang Xiaoyou's eyes flashed with a hint of seriousness. Although the semi-finished Tyrant's defense was far from the carefree level of a finished Tyrant, its massive body still provided excellent protection.
While the wounds were many, if they had appeared on an ordinary human, it would have been akin to being torn apart. Yet on such a body, they could only be considered a minor inconvenience, far less impactful than they appeared.
The arm that had dropped the weapon firmly protected its eyes, preventing it from executing its next intended move. It had only managed to eliminate the weapon it had picked up.
At the same time, after attacking once, Yang Xiaoyou began to quickly analyze the changes in force transmitted through the lines behind those blades.
"Tendon line adjustment, vital point index adjustment," a series of data slightly different from that of a human body floated in his mind as he continuously modified and compared them.
This series of attacks seemed to have enraged Hades. Although it had no suitable weapon and dared not divert its attention to pick one up, it still charged at Yang Xiaoyou with both hands protecting its head.
Its tank-like body could cause devastation upon impact.
Yet relying on the residual muscle memory still lingering within him, Yang Xiaoyou evaded with terrifying agility, dodging as debris shattered beneath Hades' frenzied assaults. Although several blood streaks marred his handsome face, that was all it amounted to.
With each shift, the blades around him targeted and created wounds on Hades' body. Although he did not have the opportunity for a full-force attack like before, the sheer number of strikes made up for it.
Moreover, these cunning angles and ghostly speeds meant that each subsequent attack became even more ferocious!
Though the wounds created looked similar at first glance, based on the continuous feedback from muscle lines, later attacks felt as precise as a butcher dissecting an ox.
Hades initially disregarded these attacks. Gradually, however, each strike caused his massive body to tremble slightly, and eventually, he began to adopt the evasive style favored by all Tyrants or half-finished Tyrants, dodging the agile and cunning strikes as if they were phantom blades shooting through the air.
“It’s over,” Yang Xiaoyou said as he stepped onto Hades' enormous fist. Although his entire body emitted a groan under the weight, he used the force to distance himself from Hades. As he leaped into the air, he sighed and closed his eyes.
At that moment, the blades surrounding him simultaneously turned their tips toward Hades, whose arms were bound and pulled apart by invisible silver threads, fixed against the buildings on either side.
Clearly, large sections of Hades' tendons had been severed, and now he lacked the strength to break free from these bindings that he could barely even see.
He looked up at the blades with a sense of relief in his eyes.
The rapidly flying blades merged together in midair, ultimately forming a mother sword. Under the last glow emitted by the already cracked diamond-shaped jade on his body, it pierced through Hades' skull without any pause or hesitation.
In the reflection of the streetlights below, one could see the blood and brain matter spraying out upon impact.
Watching the figure thrown into the sea of flames, completely covered by collapsed buildings, Yang Xiaoyou leaned against an outer wall and raised a blood-soaked flask to his lips for a few swigs before pouring it onto the ground. Finally, he tossed the flask into the inferno.
“Safe travels. Blood debts must be repaid in blood. The rest is up to me,” he said as he swayed slightly and walked away with a determined yet limping gait.
Meanwhile, the once desolate streets nearby gradually regained some semblance of ‘vitality,’ with waves of moaning roars echoing through the air.
Corpses that had formed on the ground due to trampling or other reasons began to move in ways they shouldn’t have, creating a scene that resembled a hellish nightmare amidst the surrounding flames.
“Could these be those Zombies known as Corpse? How could this happen?” one of the boys who had followed Li Zheng thought as he peeked through a gap and saw chaos outside Lodging. He watched figures chasing after people in the streets, feeling utterly lost.
Although the H Virus had already broken out several times—Pudong Airport had even been affected—television broadcasts had only shown recovery efforts afterward. The horrific and bloody scenes amidst the chaos were described only in vague terms.
Most people were aware of the terror of this virus, but due to the distance, they did not feel overly concerned.
The others present had never witnessed such a scene.
Only Liang Wuxuan, who had escaped from Kapa City, and Qian Kai from the Tokyo Incident had some experience.
Thanks to Yang Xiaoyou's reminder and the presence of these two experienced individuals, the entire hotel was fortified into a veritable fortress with the help of nearby neighbors, some travelers, and staff who had rushed in due to the chaos.
With wooden boards securely nailed over the windows and heavy objects blocking the doors, although there were still many survivors on the streets, the overcrowded hotel ceased accepting anyone after corpses began to appear. Only a back door remained open for familiar faces among the bosses, serving as an escape route.
At that moment, there were about thirty to forty people in the hotel. Aside from Zhang Liang and Qian Kai, who possessed combat skills, there were also a few others with basic defensive capabilities.
However, under the guidance of their tour guide's translation and listening to the professionals' advice, these individuals had yet to fire a shot.
"Where is Brother Yang? What has he been doing? Why is he taking so long?" After learning from Liang Wuxuan that six Momentum Level strongmen had been taken out in one go, Qian Kai felt completely numb. There were some freaks in this world that defied common sense.
No matter how high one's personal strength was, facing a horde meant certain death. He was deeply worried about the chaos outside. Regardless of anything else, he had promised Hades to protect him out of here, and he had to fulfill that promise, no matter if Hades' strength surpassed his own.
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