Chapter 72: Don

“Aaaahhhhh—”

In a roar, a muscular giant nearly three meters tall swung his fist, generating a white shockwave in midair that produced an effect akin to a sonic boom.

But the next instant, that fist the size of a mortar was firmly caught by a metal-armored hand, unable to advance an inch further.

At the same time, Mu Gang, clad in vibranium battle armor, stepped forward, his imposing frame erupting in searing flames that forcibly suppressed Imani, whose bloodline was enhanced by the Ogre strain.

Combined with his B-rank Ogre bloodline and C-rank Battle Qi energy (upgraded after returning from Alien 1), Mu Gang’s power had risen to a considerable level after unlocking his first-tier gene lock.

Not to mention, he could easily handle Zheng Zha from the original story’s second-tier state, let alone Imani, who hadn’t even unlocked a gene lock.

With a crash, Mu Gang caught the opponent’s other fist.

As Mu Gang gradually increased his pressure, the Indian team member named Imani felt his hands shatter with excruciating pain; his massive body was crushed by overwhelming force, forcing him to slowly topple until one knee hit the ground.

Thud————!!

With a muffled boom, Mu Gang kicked Imani flying, then, with speed incongruous to his size, dashed forward, seized Imani’s ankle, and began the iconic scene from a neighboring Marvel movie—

Hellish Bliss Drop!!

“Boom!! Boom!! Boom—!!!”

…

“Clang!!”

Sword met blade, spraying blinding sparks; Li Xiaoyi wielded his upgraded C-rank Blade of Judgment, moving it with such fluidity and weight that not even water could penetrate, already displaying the bearing of a master swordsman—all the result of daily beatings from Wu Xian with a staff.

His opponent, a lean, dark-skinned man wielding a curved blade, remained silent, his slashes sharp and ruthless, almost entirely offensive with no defense; whenever Li Xiaoyi increased his sword speed, the man matched him instantly, appearing evenly matched.

But this was merely surface-level; Li Xiaoyi was currently a high-rank B-tier Demon, capable of second-stage transformation, allowing him to drastically enhance his physical attributes in moments. If he unlocked his first-tier gene lock, the battle could end in an instant.

Yet Li Xiaoyi had no intention of doing so; during training in the Central Continent Team, he was either beaten by Wu Xian or Zheng Zha, and Mu Gang’s fighting style was entirely different from his own.

Thus, for Li Xiaoyi, encountering a weapon master of comparable skill was rare—now that he’d finally found one, he naturally intended to make the most of it, perhaps even improving his sword technique.

Sensing Li Xiaoyi’s intent to use him as a training dummy, the lean Arab’s eyes flashed with anger, and his blade speed surged severalfold.

Li Xiaoyi saw only a blinding flash of white blade light before him, instinctively slipping into gene lock state.

His combat instincts kicked in, allowing him to retreat half a meter at the last second—but even so, a clear white scar appeared on his vibranium armor’s chest, the faint golden runes shattered and scattered, clearly from that single slash.

This blade… isn’t ordinary! At least a double-C-rank item!

“You’re too arrogant, Central Continent Team.”

The Arab spoke calmly, stroking the cold blade edge: “With that mindset, even if you unlocked your gene lock and your enhancements far surpass mine, you could still be killed by me.”

“Uh, you’re right… but why are you warning me?”

Li Xiaoyi scratched his head awkwardly, then remembered his helmet and lowered his hand, curiously asking the Arab.

“Because… the Indian team is finished.”

The lean Arab sighed, gazing at the distant, fading golden light, his face filled with sorrow: “That man just now—surely he’s not your Central Continent Team’s strongest, yet even so, our captain was crushed without a chance to fight back.”

Our psionic has already been killed by that powerhouse; even if we tried to flee, escape is impossible. So I’d rather fight one glorious battle—even if death is inevitable, I won’t regret it.”

Hearing this, Li Xiaoyi felt a flicker of respect for the Arab—but remembering Wu Xian’s “fatten them up” plan, he shook his head: “Sorry, I can’t let you die until our captain returns. But if you want to fight your fill, I can still oblige.”

As he spoke, Li Xiaoyi’s aura surged; his vibranium armor transformed visibly, his skin sprouting fine red scales and keratinous protrusions, his face twisting into something demonic.

Of course, the lean Arab couldn’t see these changes—he only sensed Li Xiaoyi’s aura shift violently, and a smile appeared on his face.

“Good. Then… fight!!”

…

“That technique… you’re from the Zhao family, aren’t you?”

A shadow flashed; a gray werewolf over two meters tall leapt onto a large tree, his fingernails gleaming brilliantly—each was a crystal scalpel blade, ten fused together in an unsettling harmony.

“Jackal Doctor” Aroth, the only other Indian team member besides Imani to have unlocked a gene lock.

At this moment, he was fully in werewolf form, his physical attributes greatly enhanced.

Though his raw strength might not match Imani’s, his burst speed far exceeded it, and combined with his sinister, lethal assassination techniques, he was an extremely dangerous opponent.

His current adversary was none other than two new recruits of the Central Continent Team: Cheng Xiao and Zhao Ying.

Though newcomers, their combat strength was far from weak.

One was an elite assassin who had unlocked her first-tier gene lock; the other, a master of internal martial arts.

Together, their combined power rivaled even Mu Gang and Li Xiaoyi at full strength—and possibly surpassed them.

Thus, when Wu Xian planned the battle strategy, he specifically accounted for them, equipping them with weapons and armor to give them a chance to earn more reward points for future enhancement in the Main God Space—a form of trial.

But even Wu Xian hadn’t expected them to be this reckless…

No! It wasn’t both of them—it was Zhao Ying alone who was this reckless. She immediately targeted Aroth, the Indian team’s second-strongest, and engaged him in a duel between Eastern and Western assassins.

Initially, they were evenly matched, even slightly superior; but once Aroth transformed into a werewolf, the situation turned dire.

Had it not been for the armor crafted by Chu Xuan and Cheng Xiao guarding her flank, the Central Continent Team would have already lost a point and returned to zero.

At that moment, hearing Aroth’s words, Zhao Ying’s eyes narrowed slightly, her voice cold: “You’ve met someone from the Zhao family.”

“Of course.”

The werewolf spoke, a strange smile on his face: “Before entering the Main God Space, I once met a Zhao in the real world—his name was Zhao Zhui. He was extremely powerful.”

“By the way, I heard he had a sister… could it be you…?”

Before he finished, Aroth suddenly raised his right hand and blocked.

Sparks flew; a petite figure appeared before him, dagger pressed firmly against his five crystal scalpel nails, eyes brimming with murderous intent, speaking slowly, word by word:

“Don’t… mention that man’s name!!”

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