AAAAAA---
In the roar, the muscle giant with a height close to three meters swung his punch in the air, causing a terrifying force to create a white wave in mid-air, producing an effect similar to sonic boom.
But in the next second, the punch as massive as a pot of rice was firmly caught by a hand clad in metal armor, and it couldn't advance even a fraction.
Meanwhile, Murakami, clad in vibranium armor, stepped forward with a fierce flame emanating from his towering frame, which effectively suppressed the enhanced idiot Immanu.
B-level giant blood, coupled with C-level battle energy (upgraded for the second time after returning from Alien 1), with the opening of the first gene lock, has raised Murakami's strength to a quite remarkable level.
Not to mention anything else, he is more than capable of handling a second-level Zheng Za from the original work, let alone Immanu who hasn't even been able to unlock the gene lock.
Bang! Murakami caught the other fist that the opponent had thrown again.
Then, as Murakami gradually applied more force, Immanu of the Indian team felt a painful fragmentation in their hands, and their massive bodies were compressed by the overwhelming strength, causing them to subconsciously lean back and kneel on one knee.
Thud —!!!
With a muffled sound, Murakami kicked Immani flying away with a powerful thrust, and before he could even fly far away, he quickly rushed over to him at an abnormal speed, grabbing his ankle and starting the famous scene from a neighboring Marvel movie field -
Hell's Bliss - - -
"Boom!! Boom!! Thunderous Roars---!!!"
...
"Jiang!!"
The clash of swords sparked dazzling flashes of fire. Li Xiaoyi held the Judgment Sword, which had been upgraded to C-level intensity, slicing through water with ease. Light and agile, yet full of substance, it already bore the mark of a master swordsman. This was all the result of daily training with Wu Xian's sticks.
The thin, black-skinned man who wielded a curved blade remained silent, employing sword techniques that were sharp and ruthless, almost all offensive moves with little defensive maneuvers. Every time Li Xiaoyi increased his sword speed, the man would quickly follow up, making it seem as if he was not being outmatched.
But this was only a superficial appearance. Because Li Xiaoyi is now a high-level B-grade demon, with the ability to transform twice over a short period of time, significantly enhancing his physical abilities. If he also unlocked the first stage of the gene lock, the battle might be decided in an instant.
However, Li Xiaoyi does not intend to do so. After all, during his training with the Central Continent team, he was either beaten up by Wu Xian or Zheng Zha. Murakami's fighting style is also completely different from his own.
Therefore, for Li Xiaoyi, the opportunity to spar with a weapon master of almost equal skill is rare. Now that he has finally found one, he naturally wants to make the most of it, and it might even help him improve his swordsmanship.
Seemingly sensing Li Xiaoyi's intention to use him as a practice target for his swordsmanship, the thin, Arab man's eyes flickered with a trace of anger, and his blade speed suddenly increased several times.
Li Xiaoyi, on the other hand, only saw a flash of white light before him, and subconsciously entered the state of the gene lock.
Combat instincts kicking in, Murakami stepped back half a meter at the critical moment, but even so, a clear white mark appeared on the chest of his vibranium armor. The faint golden runes broke apart and scattered, clearly due to the previous slash.
This sword... it's not simple! It's at least a double C-grade item!
"You are too arrogant, people from the Central Continent team."
The Arab man spoke indifferently, reaching out to touch the cold blade, and coldly said: "With such an attitude, even if you unlock the gene lock and enhance your strength far beyond me, there is still a possibility of being killed by me."
"Hmm, you're right... but why do you have to remind me?"
Li Xiaoyi scratched his head a bit awkwardly, but found that his helmet obstructed him, so he awkwardly put his hand down and asked the Arab man out of curiosity.
"Because... the Indian team is finished."
The thin, Arab man sighed and looked at the gradually fading golden light in the distance, showing a melancholic expression: "The man just now was not necessarily the strongest person in your Central Continent team. Nevertheless, even the captain was unable to counter his attack."
And our psychic has also been killed by that powerful man, the Indian team, even if we want to escape, it's impossible. Therefore, I would rather fight enthusiastically than face death. Even if we end up dead, we won't regret it.”
Li Xiaoyi, upon hearing this, felt a hint of respect for the Arab man, but thinking of Wu Xian's "fatten up" plan, he shook his head and said, "Sorry, I can't let you die before our captain returns. But if you want to have an enjoyable battle once, I can still accommodate you."
As soon as Li Xiaoyi finished speaking, his entire aura began to soar, and his Zhen Jin armor body underwent significant changes. Fine red scales and horns appeared on his skin surface, and even his face twisted into a look like a demon.
Of course, these things were invisible to the thin Arab man, who only felt a drastic change in Li Xiaoyi's aura. He couldn't help but smile.
"Good, then... let's fight!!"
...
"Your technique... are you from the Zhao family?"
A shadow flashed, and a gray werewolf of over two meters in height leaped onto a large tree. The claws on his hands shone with an dazzling luster, composed of ten crystal scalpels. The combination of the two gave an inexplicable sense of incongruity.
"Loup-Ogre" Arrot, one of the two members of the Indian team who have unlocked the gene lock.
At this moment, he had fully transformed into a werewolf, with a significant enhancement in all aspects of his physical abilities.
Perhaps his raw strength does not match Immanu, but his explosiveness and speed far exceed him. Added to his eerie and fierce assassination techniques, he is undoubtedly a very difficult opponent to deal with.
And the one he is currently fighting against is the two new members of the Central Continent team, Chen Xiaoxiao and Zhao Yingkong.
However, although Chen Xiaoxiao and Zhao Yingkong are newbies, their combat abilities are far from weak.
One is an elite assassin who has unlocked the first stage of the gene lock, and the other is an internal martial arts master deeply versed in the ways of war.
Under their combined efforts, the power they can bring to bear is not far from that of Murakami and Li Xiaoyi at their fullest, and might even be stronger.
Therefore, Wu Xian, when arranging tactics, made sure to account for the two of them and gave them a few weapons and protective gear to make use of. It's also a way to earn more reward points so they can strengthen themselves after returning to the Main God Space. This can also be considered a form of trial.
Just as Wu Xian didn't expect, the two of them turned out to be so fierce...
No, it should be said that Zhao Yingkong surprised everyone by challenging the Indian team's second-strongest Arrot, engaging in a confrontation between Eastern and Western assassins at the outset.
At first, the two were evenly matched, with Zhao Yingkong even having the upper hand. However, once Arrot transformed into a werewolf, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse.
If it weren't for the powerful protective gear provided by Chǔ Xuān and Chen Xiaoxiao's support in the background, the Central Continent team might have lost a point and returned to a "dud" status.
At this moment, hearing Arrot's words, Zhao Yingkong's eyes narrowed slightly, and he coldly asked: "Have you ever seen someone from the Zhao family?"
"Of course."
The werewolf spoke in human language and gave a strange smile: "Before entering the Main God Space, I once saw a Zhao family member in reality. His name was Zhao Xuikong, and he was extremely powerful."
"By the way, I think I heard that he has a younger sister. Could it be you..."
Before he could finish, Arrot suddenly raised his right hand and blocked forward.
Amid the sparks, a delicate figure appeared in front of him, holding a dagger and firmly pressing it against the five nails that resembled crystal scalpels, with eyes full of murderous intent and saying one word at a time:
"Never... utter that man's name!!"
