Chapter 859: Receiving Yue Zhao's Team?! I Said If There's... There Will Be!

How could that be?

The burly man's expression was as still as an ancient well.

But inside, a storm of raging waves had already surged.

No one knows the value of this moment better than he does.

Even if Yue Zhao comes, he'll have to die in regret on the spot!

He is the team's First Place enforcer, his strength beyond doubt.

And he pre‑emptively Blockades the space around him, so that at the moment of striking, the Shovel's weight is amplified ten thousandfold!

That's no small amount.

Even the highest Gene Modification is still made of flesh.

A sufficiently sharp weapon can still cut through skin.

Yet Qin Zheng, who has never been outclassed in weapon fights, actually lost to a twenty‑year‑old new player?

On the surface, the two seem deadlocked.

But Qin Zheng, even using all his strength, cannot break through the defense.

In reality, he simply lost!

"You didn't die?"

As soon as the words fell, Qin Zheng violently swung the Shovel sideways.

It passed through Su Yang's Neck again.

"Pfft!"

The splendid skull took off again.

This time Qin Zheng left him no chance to breathe or maneuver.

He immediately lunged forward like a meteor and smashed the brain skull.

"Bang!"

A mixture of red and white stuff splattered everywhere.

But before he could relax, a familiar voice sounded again from behind.

"What an impressive Innate Talent, to actually kill my Voidification'd body."

What?

Qin Zheng turned around again, and what met his eyes was not Su Yang's deep gaze.

But a fist!

"Bang!"

The imagined pain did not appear.

Instead there was a déjà vu of a tickling itch.

Qin Zheng was ready to counter, but when he felt the opponent's power, his eyes instantly turned strange.

"Third-tier Gene Modification… I wonder how strong you are."

Su Yang still kept his original posture, and when he heard this, he merely laughed, "At this moment I truly am weak."

"But if..."

"What if I could kill any living being with a single punch right now?"

Qin Zheng didn't waste words, just let out a cold snort, grabbed the Shovel and slammed it at Su Yang's brain.

This time he did not use his Innate Talent.

Because he still didn't know whether the person before him was the True Body.

Perhaps, like his superior Yue Zhao, he can manifest countless Projections.

Thus, in uncertain circumstances, he chose to verify it with the simplest, brute method!

"Bang!"

The Shovel hammered hard onto Su Yang's face.

Easily shattering it.

Warm fresh blood splashed onto the face.

He Scent Perception the soul‑tethered, dream‑lingering scent.

He liked that scent!

Suddenly at that moment, footsteps abruptly came from behind.

Almost reflexively, Qin Zheng forcefully flung the Shovel.

Another head was smashed.

This time it was Su Yang again.

"Again fake?" Qin Zheng's expression inevitably grew serious.

If it's a Projection, why does it have such a realistic tactile feeling?

If it's Voidification, why can it be touched realistically?

If it's a Clone…

Why did Yue Zhao say his Innate Talent's activation condition is trust?

Since his arrival until now, Qin Zheng has never heard him speak any words about such bizarre scenes.

Since he never said it, how could it become real?

Could it be…

His memory has already been interfered with?

Thinking of this, Qin Zheng suddenly felt an indescribable sense of urgency and danger rise in his heart.

He must kill the Replica early!

"Yue Zhao actually even sent his own First Place Hitman in, truly willing to spend blood money."

Under his gaze, a silhouette slowly appeared before him.

Very abrupt.

Qin Zheng still chose to act directly.

His Muscle suddenly bulged, blue veins snarling like a coiling dragon.

He tossed the Shovel, caught it with his left hand, and his right hand smashed out like a heavy cannon.

Bang!

The same scene played out repeatedly.

Qin Zheng grasped the radiating Organization fragments.

He rubbed them forcefully and found the feel identical to the usual.

"It's real..." Qin Zheng was at a loss.

Innate Talent can of course achieve a perfect fake.

Fourth Tier can also achieve it.

But it cannot be done so many times.

Moreover, Su Yang's Innate Talent is clearly unrelated to this piece.

What he now holds is Organization fragments, and the sensation he feels is also the present one.

It has nothing to do with whether memory was altered.

Only the past can be called memory.

"Of course it's real; can your own senses still deceive you?"

Again, Su Yang's voice came from behind.

Qin Zheng was already numb.

He no longer chose to act directly, but observed carefully.

The moment he turned, he saw Su Yang already clutching his companion's corpse in his hand.

And casually tossed it onto the pile of corpses.

"Add you, and it's almost enough to Summon 'little girl'." Su Yang said softly.

"What on earth... are you doing?" Qin Zheng asked in a deep voice.

"I just wanted to test your strength; actually I was just considering whether to take over Yue Zhao's team," Su Yang said.

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Qin Zheng cautiously surveyed up and down.

Just like the several Su Yangs he had just killed.

They looked identical.

His gaze shifted down, even the Balloon part on the Work Uniform was the same.

"Of course it's not nonsense; if we let Yue Zhao go, after Clearance I can present a Proposal for a Cross-Era Gamble, wouldn't that work?" Su Yang said slowly.

"Just because of you?" Qin Zheng replied coldly.

"I know you'll be resentful; others hearing this will have the same expression and thought."

"After all, letting a half-sized kid manage a team would be mocked by others once spread."

"Meanwhile you think your strength and insight are countless times stronger than mine, so it will never be my turn."

"Bowing to others has always been a very difficult matter."

"Pursuit and ambition are spoken to one's free self."

"Now that I've seen your performance, to be honest I'm very disappointed."

"You don't know how to learn from miscalculations; perhaps to you, this low-level Death Game... is like using a cow blade to kill a chicken?"

"I think the team's overall strength is just that, entirely propped up by Yue Zhao, truly cannot stand on the table."

"Fine, perhaps you have long forgotten the so‑called meaning of a team over the ages."

Speaking, Su Yang transformed his palm into a fist and swiftly struck Qin Zheng.

The speed was not fast, even appearing as slow as a crawling turtle to the opponent.

But the next second, Su Yang's Mouth twitched slightly, silently muttering a phrase.

"Accelerate!"

In an instant, a streak of light flashed.

Bang!

The fist landed straight on Qin Zheng's chest.

At the moment of contact, a terrifying force that could fell trees instantly descended.

With no room for resistance, the body instantly shattered.

A piece of flesh fell onto Liu Pangzi's helmet, blood still clinging.

Seeing this, his numb eyes showed no ripple.

It seemed he was already accustomed to Su Yang creating miracles.

Third-tier Gene Modification kills Eight-Level Gene Modification.

How could that not be a miracle?

Su Yang looked at the fragments on the ground and said, "First Place Hitman is no more than that."

Then he looked at Liu Pangzi.

This time he didn't pat the other's shoulder, but directly ordered, "The time has come; we should bring Yue Zhao over now."

So fast?

Liu Pangzi asked, "Does the 'little girl' really exist? Have you already unlocked her successfully?"

Su Yang cast his gaze over, speaking softly, "I said there is…"

"Then there will be!"