Chapter 36: The Strongest Strike! (Seek Follow-Reads! Collect!)

Reverse Species.

In the plot of Alien 4, the alien evolutionary form born from the genes of the female protagonist, Ripley 8, is the ultimate pinnacle of power in the Alien series, possessing the terrifying strength to crush an Alien Queen with a single blow.

In the original Infinite Terror plot, when Zheng Zhe became captain of the Central Plains team and unlocked the third level of the gene lock, his first horror movie encounter was with such a monster—he nearly died under its palm, returning to the Master Space with only half his body intact.

So the question arises: can Wu Xian now defeat the Reverse Species? Or, compared to Zheng Zhe during the Alien 4 era, who is stronger?

Pure outsider, factual assessment.

Regarding enhancements, although Zheng Zhe in Alien 4 had already exchanged for a B-class Vampire Count and a C-class Intermediate Qi Gong, seemingly high-level, it has already been stated that these two enhancement paths are individually powerful but become utter garbage when combined.

At least before he developed the “Explosion” skill, the power Zheng Zhe could unleash at that time was less than one-third of his own potential, at best matching the Zheng Zhe in this divergence timeline who had purely enhanced to a C-class Vampire Prince.

As for Wu Xian, though he has not officially undergone any enhancement, the combined physical boosts from three Wu Xians, plus a continuously upgradable Great Sage Equaling Heaven bloodline, mean his starting point is no inferior to most Lunhuizhe who have enhanced B-class bloodlines—on this point, he undoubtedly crushes them.

Then there is the degree of gene lock development.

Both Wu Xian and Zheng Zhe from Alien 4 reached the third level through captain privileges; theoretically, they should be equal.

However, according to the original author of Infinite Terror’s official confirmation, for Zheng Zhe, whose mind is filled only with muscle, the third-level gene lock’s enhancement effect on him can’t be said to be useless, but it’s practically no different from having none.

On the contrary, Wu Xian, due to the gene lock’s development of the brain domain, has elevated his psychic master level by another small increment, and continues to grow at an astonishing rate—far beyond Zheng Zhe, who only knows how to swing fists.

Finally, there is mastery of skills… sorry, have you heard of the Black Wind Mountain Staff God?

In summary, Wu Xian utterly dominates Zheng Zhe from the Alien 4 era in every aspect; if even Zheng Zhe could kill the Reverse Species at the cost of his life, Wu Xian can certainly do it—and even more easily.

CRASH————————!!!!

The pale claw met the silver staff, producing a dull impact, while a visible ripple spread outward from the point of contact, as if unleashing an invisible storm that flung all remaining aliens nearby into the air—the scene was breathtaking.

For about two seconds, time froze; then came a faint sound like shattering glass—the staff continued forward, while the opposing pale claw twisted into a grotesque arc and was violently flung aside.

BOOM! The Reverse Species, the alien evolutionary form, was blasted backward, its massive body embedded into the alloy wall like a hanging painting, just like its mother.

The difference was its greater endurance: the blow that could have killed half of an Alien Queen felt to it like merely being shoved hard—the indentation on its chest healed visibly before their eyes, clearly not severely injured.

Seeing this, Wu Xian’s eyes narrowed slightly, gaining a more direct sense of the Reverse Species’s terrifying resilience.

Not only was it powerful, but it also possessed extreme defensive capability and self-healing—unless it could be instantly pulverized into dust, perhaps only the method shown in the movie could kill it.

As he thought this, Chu Xuan’s slightly urgent voice came through his helmet comm: “Wu Xian, the main control room has been attacked by aliens. To prevent the workstation from being destroyed and triggering the ship’s self-destruct sequence, I’ve manually shut it down—now it’s up to you.”

“I fucking thank you!!”

With a roar of fury, Wu Xian shot forward like a blade, and while the Reverse Species was still struggling to rise from the wall, he swung the Heaven-Turning Staff rapidly, striking its body like relentless raindrops, causing it to shriek in rage and agony.

“How are Mu Gang and Zhan Lan?”

As he asked, Wu Xian diverted attention to control hundreds of tiny blades stabbing at the Reverse Species, seeking weaknesses in its defense.

But the Reverse Species sensed his intent; its body, previously resisting fiercely, now curled inward, secreting thick, resilient keratin and membranes across its skin and features—even sharp psychic weapons couldn’t breach it in moments.

It’s still evolving!

At the same time, the aliens flung aside earlier crawled back, seemingly trying to aid their new leader—but Wu Xian ignored them entirely, relying solely on the Black God Suit to resist attacks, while his staff strikes grew even more ferocious.

“Temporarily unharmed, but all newbies except me are dead.”

In the main control room, Chu Xuan shielded Zhan Lan in the corner, his expression as calm and icy as ever.

Yet his right hand, gripping the Infinite Desert Eagle, kept firing—each bullet struck with pinpoint accuracy: alien heads, chests, spines—coordinating with Mu Gang to eliminate them one after another.

As for Zhan Lan, she was pushing through the exhaustion of depleted psychic energy, using telekinesis to restrict the aliens’ movements and ease the pressure on the two.

“What?!”

A furious, shocked voice came through the comm—then Zheng Zhe shouted: “We’ve got a ton of aliens appearing all at once, like they’re suicidal… Fuck! Lingdian! Get down!”

Immediately followed by a barrage of gunfire.

“It seems everyone’s situation is roughly the same—this must be the aliens receiving some signal from the dying Alien Queen, launching a suicide counterattack.”

“But this isn’t entirely bad—at least the aliens are gathering themselves, so we don’t have to waste time searching. We might finish off all the aliens faster than expected.”

“But currently, our combat power is severely unbalanced—we only have Mu Gang who can fight aliens head-on; if we get surrounded by more aliens, casualties will come quickly, including Zhan Lan…”

“Three minutes!”

Wu Xian cut off Chu Xuan’s words; in his hazy eyes, two white flames flickered slowly, then a more violent aura erupted from his body, like a volcano ready to erupt.

“No matter what, hold on for three minutes—I’ll get to you as fast as I can!”

With that, Wu Xian suddenly stopped swinging his staff, spun his body sharply backward, and, following Friday’s guidance, charged toward the ship’s weakest hull section.

Simultaneously, the staff’s accumulated momentum exploded violently—enhanced by psychic force and Qi, and unified under the third-level gene lock—Wu Xian unleashed his strongest strike ever.

BOOM————————!!!!

In the explosion, the alien nest shattered violently—a massive opening appeared amid the flames, revealing the starry void of outer space.

An unimaginable suction surged in from the darkness outside.

Instantly! All aliens within the nest screamed as they were sucked out of the ship—even the Reverse Species, clinging desperately with its claws to the slime-coated floor, trying to hold on.

CRASH!

A pitch-black combat boot slammed down hard on its face; under the force of several tons of reaction, the Reverse Species finally lost its grip and was flung out of the ship—while Wu Xian used the recoil to leap clear of the nest, sprinted a hundred meters away at top speed, and had Friday seal the isolation door.

No alert tone sounded—clearly, the Reverse Species and the aliens hadn’t died yet—but Wu Xian no longer cared.

After all, the main quest only required clearing all aliens from the ship—it never said they had to be killed. Banishing them into space counts as clearance too.

“You promised three minutes—hold on for me…”

Muttering to himself, Wu Xian coated the Black God Armor with psychic force—then came a deafening roar as he instantly shattered the sound barrier, vanishing down the end of the ship’s corridor.

At this moment, the countdown stood at 11 minutes and 15 seconds.

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