Chapter 942: Killing Machine?! Then the Third Stage…

"Thump—"

Mecha Soldier marched forward, its footfalls heavy, as if containing ten thousand tons of force.

In appearance it is no different from an ordinary Mech Suit, and the metallic sheen it emits is blinding.

Su Yang recalled the earlier Scoring—

Above average!

It took a little over four minutes to earn this rating.

Not quite good, but still above the passing line.

Thinking of that, Su Yang's shoulder and waist sank, his gaze turning icy.

"Then let me see..."

"Is this pile of metal lumps stronger, or am I, the Fourth Tier Gene-Modified Player, far superior!"

"Sss—"

Before Su Yang could move, the two Mecha Soldiers ahead already took the initiative to strike.

A sudden burst of steam erupted from behind, and the speed instantly surged severalfold.

The two‑hundred‑meter distance was about to be covered in an instant!

One of them lunged forward, its massive fist coming straight at the Brain.

"Too slow..."

Su Yang tilted his head slightly to dodge, the fist grazing his ear.

The fierce aura made his hair whip around incessantly.

The Mecha Soldier, failing to land the hit, did not stop; its body forcibly halted its forward momentum, converting the fist into a palm that seized Su Yang's shoulder.

Then its knee thrust sharply toward his abdomen.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud sounded, and Su Yang flew backward like a kite whose line had snapped.

He slid a few meters and collapsed in a disheveled heap.

"Huh~ Not bad force." Su Yang got up, rubbing his slightly sore and numb belly.

He had intended to seize the chance after the Mecha Soldier's punch to counterattack.

But he never expected that this thing completely defied normal motion logic.

It is indeed a machine.

No, to be precise...

It is a Killing Machine!

"Swish!"

The four Mecha Soldiers gave Su Yang no breathing room, all charging out to lock his entire path of movement.

At this, a few serious glints appeared in his eyes.

"A little scuffle once, but don't get cocky!"

A fist wind surged, and when it was only three feet from his face, he suddenly raised his hand.

"Snap!"

The Mecha Soldier found its fist unable to advance an inch, seemingly showing a hint of human‑like bewilderment.

But the greater bewilderment lay behind.

Su Yang was seen clutching the fist with one hand, while his other hand grasped its shoulder.

The familiar scene replayed.

"Sizzle—"

The Electric Current explosion roar rang out, and before there was time to react, the entire mechanical arm was violently ripped off.

Coils flew sideways, entangled with scalding crimson blood.

Seeing this, Su Yang was slightly stunned.

"Ah!!!"

The Mecha Soldier howled in pain, its palm covering the severed stump while it kept retreating.

Su Yang lowered his gaze to the mechanical arm on his hand, flipped it and saw a fine arm inside.

"No way? There's a person inside?"

Without time to think further, the other three Mecha Soldiers charged like killers.

In response, Su Yang simply tossed the arm aside, bent down and evaded all attacks.

Then, pulling his thigh root for leverage, he flipped onto the shoulder, grabbed his Brain and twisted it forcefully!

"Clack!"

The Brain was torn off directly.

Scalding fresh blood surged like a fountain, splashing all over his body.

Su Yang licked his lips, and the murderous intent in his eyes grew even stronger.

The next moment, he changed his attack, gripping the necks of two Mecha and dragging them along.

With a surging momentum, he burst into the mecha group...

Unleashing a killing spree!

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

Ordinary attacks landing on him felt like a harmless tickle.

And every punch Su Yang throws is like a heavy cannon, massive and crushing, tearing everything apart!

A single punch forcefully hammered the Mech Suit's chest into a dent, and the Energy Core was blown up along with it!

Compared to his fists, Su Yang's legs, trained by Qin Weiyang, are even more ferocious.

Leaping sideways in midair, he kicked the head straight out.

It slammed hard against the wall, emitting a huge bang.

The headless corpse slowly fell to the ground, its radiance gone.

Out of a total of twenty Mecha Soldiers, more than half were cleared in just one minute.

Su Yang turns himself into a war machine, maximizing efficiency with every strike.

There are no superfluous movements, nor wasted force.

He guarantees that each attack will bring down a Mecha Soldier.

At the same time, he does not dodge the incoming attacks.

He hard‑swallows them.

Now his naked body is covered with bruises.

There are few intact spots on his whole body.

It is this kill‑one‑thousand, self‑damage‑eight‑hundred approach that drives the kill speed to its limit.

While he fights in a blood‑soaked frenzy, strands of barely visible blood‑vapor drift from the corpse and all plunge into the chest emblem.

"Get out!"

Su Yang shouts loudly and kicks a Mecha Soldier away.

His eyes blood‑red, he rushes forward, stomps on the soldier's arms, and his fists rain down like raindrops.

"Bang bang bang…"

The soldier struggles wildly, his arms immobilized, while his legs, like a child playing, keep kicking Su Yang's back.

No matter how the gale and rain pour down, he remains steadfast.

Demon God aura fills his whole body, and only one word remains in his mind—Kill!

Su Yang turns around and looks at the last Mech Divine Weapon.

He forcefully snaps off a leg to use as a weapon and steps forward slowly.

Facing the Demon God pressing forward step by step, the soldier instinctively steps back.

But he quickly recalls that in carrying out the task, he must kill without hesitation.

Su Yang's gaze darkens, he lifts his thigh and smashes it hard onto its head.

"Snap!"

At the moment of contact, the head shatters and falls apart.

Blood splatters on the spot.

"Huh~"

Su Yang exhales a long puff of foul breath, and his eyes gradually clear.

He scans the ruined corpses on the ground and rubs his sore, numb chest.

"Why does it feel a bit hot?"

Su Yang feels the emblem as if it were given life, beginning to pulse like a heart.

The sensation is quite marvelous.

He doesn't know whether it's an illusion or what.

It feels as if he has some kind of control.

Just as Su Yang is about to try, a broadcast voice sounds.

"Sequence No. 003 Gene Modification Warrior has passed the second stage, taking 3 minutes."

"Rating—Upper."

"The third stage trial will begin shortly."

"Boom!"

The far‑end gate opens, Su Yang's eyes flicker, and he walks out slowly.

"Upper" rating is clearly not the end.

Killing twenty Mecha Soldiers in three minutes is already an impressive result.

If Su Yang wishes, he can win by an even more extreme method.

However…

He does not want to perform overly excellently.

Since he is a Gene Modification Warrior…

Then he must highlight that he is a 'Manufactured Product'.

Rather than a 'human' with flesh, blood, and independent thought.

At this moment, Su Yang has entered a new Passage.

The layout here is much like before, except there are no 'Defective Products' on either side of the walls.

Instead, there are a series of strange devices.

"So this is the content of the third stage?"

Su Yang examines carefully and finds nothing suspicious.

"The first stage tests intelligence and reaction ability."

"The second stage tests combat power and on‑the‑spot adaptability."

"So the third stage…"

Su Yang slightly lifted his eyelids, and the broadcast voice sounded in succession.

"Third stage Trial begins—"

"Survive!"