This miraculous, extraordinary scene caused almost everyone to gasp in shock. However, the gang members, who had just used a large amount of Ares before setting out, felt not fear or retreat, but a surge of eager, combative energy.
Immediately, someone raised an infrared-locked missile. With a loud bang, smoke billowed, and a cylindrical object, spewing flames, hurtled towards them.
In my True Qi state, all my senses were greatly enhanced. Enduring the excruciating pain in my abdomen, I raised my finger. A point of light, like a firefly, shot out, seemingly shrunk a million times, and instantly pierced the tip of the missile.
"Boom!"
The explosion swept through, and I felt a sharp pain spreading from my lower abdomen throughout my body after forcibly drawing my inner energy out of my body. My meridians felt numb, swollen, and burning, as if on fire. A sense of weakness began to rise within me, and I immediately knew my time was running out. Gritting my teeth, I smashed my feet through the hard ground and charged towards the gang members in front of me.
The gang members' eyes widened, their faces flushed with unusual excitement. Ares not only brought a hallucinogenic pleasure, but more importantly, it changed their temperament. Even a coward using Ares would become like the legendary brave and warlike god of war, Ares, fearless.
Therefore, even though an exceptionally terrifying superhuman was charging towards them, they seemed to have been injected with adrenaline, wildly raising their guns and firing!
A hail of bullets rained down, splashing me with droplets of crimson molten iron. Although they didn't injure me, the powerful recoil slowed my momentum, giving them a chance to open the titanium alloy box they were holding.
Inside the box were rows of curled-up mechanical spiders. Then, as if on command, the spiders tumbled down, their legs flashing red as they charged towards me.
Mechanical spider-leg bombs!
These bombs were probably even more dangerous than infrared-locked missiles. If they got close, the mechanical spiders would leap up and grab you, holding you at near-zero distance—your feet, calves, arms, even your face could be grabbed, like the facehugger in an old Alien movie.
I paused, and amidst the hail of bullets, my feet slowly pounded the ground. Streams of internal energy, carrying trace amounts of Yang Qi, swept outwards from the ground. The tenacious blades of grass in the cracks of the road were caught in the crossfire, instantly turning to charcoal. Then, within the tremor of my powerful strides, waves of mechanical spiders exploded on the spot.
Riding the aftershocks of the explosions, I charged into the gang members like a wolf among sheep. Screams erupted. My body, infused with Yang Qi, could turn flesh to charcoal with the slightest touch; the excruciating pain was unbearable for most.
However, the gang members who had activated Ares, driven mad by the agony, began indiscriminately firing, friend and foe alike. A hail of bullets rained down, and blood splattered like a close-quarters shootout.
Braving the hail of bullets, I charred each gunman's wrist. Though I didn't kill them, the injuries were so severe that even Sister Zhiran couldn't heal them. These men would spend the rest of their lives in the pain and regret of being without hands!
However, in my efforts to precisely take down each one, I wasted a little too much time. The unbearable stabbing pain in my lower abdomen gradually spread to my limbs, causing cold sweat to break out on my back and forehead, and my internal energy to weaken further.
Finally, unable to continue any longer, I knelt on one knee. My lower abdomen felt numb, like a black hole, and my true energy had almost completely vanished. Not only that, but I could barely draw upon my internal strength...
Meanwhile, the gang members on the other side of the street, seeing the horrific scene of annihilation here, didn't flee. Instead, they drove up in their cars. I smiled bitterly; it seemed there was no way out...
Actually, the fact that my true energy had lasted so long was beyond my expectations, because before this, even the slightest exertion would cause excruciating pain, like being swallowed by a black hole.
When exactly did this change occur?
I suddenly realized it was after my night with Xue Tang…
But at that moment, I had no strength left to think. A slight dizziness washed over me, and I felt myself about to collapse… Xue Tang, Yu Tang, Sister Lan Yan, Sister Zhi Ran…
And… Aunt Ying Ji, I'm sorry…
Just then, a bright, blinding light pierced through me, followed by a familiar roar approaching. I struggled to look up and, in the blinding light, I vaguely saw a familiar motorcycle speeding towards me. On it sat a figure that seemed to instinctively evoke a sense of longing in me.
"Screech!"
With a violent screech of brakes, the motorcycle stopped beside me. A figure in a tight leather jacket, with a graceful figure, braced herself on one leg, removed her helmet, and instantly a cascade of jet-black, lustrous hair cascaded down. Her small face was as delicate as a distant mountain, her eyebrows like willow branches, her eyes like morning stars, her nose straight and high, her cherry lips tightly pressed together…
Who else could it be but Yu Tang?
But a sudden, intense sense of awe flashed through my mind. These past few days, I'd forced myself not to focus too much on Yu Tang's increasingly beautiful figure and face, because she possessed an invisible charm that drew me in, making it impossible to ignore her. Yet, in my heart, Yu Tang had always been like a younger sister.
I really didn't want to look at her with the eyes of someone looking at a woman, but at this moment, I realized that there was no ignoring her whatsoever. Yu Tang was not only my younger sister, but also a stunningly beautiful woman with endless charm!
Even more surprisingly, her allure to me, without me even realizing it, has probably become no less than Xue Tang's…
In the blink of an eye, my thoughts raced. As soon as Yu Tang stopped the motorcycle, she stretched out her small hand to me: "Brother, get on!"
Armed thugs were charging towards us. To keep Yu Tang in danger, I endured the dizziness and excruciating pain, placed my hand on Yu Tang's soft, jade-like hand, and then climbed onto the back of the motorcycle…
"Beep, Berserk Mode activated! Passengers, please hold on tight!"
The motorcycle's dashboard flashed a few times and then turned completely red. The engine roared and vibrated violently, followed by the sound of tires burning. With a whoosh, the motorcycle shot off like an arrow, rapidly navigating the car wreckage that resembled a battlefield, accelerating to 100 kilometers per hour in just two or three seconds, and then speeding along the deserted streets.
Holding Yu Tang's slender, shapely waist, as round and firm as a water snake, the tension in my heart eased, and instantly, a wave of sharp pain and weakness washed over me, causing my consciousness to blur, growing increasingly hazy until I slowly sank into a deeper, watery darkness…
Meanwhile.
Not far from the downtown building in Shenyang, two figures were facing off against a giant dog crouching on the ground, its shoulder height easily reaching two meters. One was Xu Pengxuan, the other Simon, neither daring to make a move.
They stared wide-eyed at each other, both seeing disbelief in the other's eyes.
The giant dog opposite them, or rather, the urban vagrant Cui Yuanxuan, simply stared intently at them with a pair of eyes the size of copper bells.
"You actually...successfully transferred the Wrath trait?"
Simon was incredulous. The physical bodies of the Seven Deadly Sins could be destroyed, but their traits wouldn't disappear. This meant that whenever any current Seven Deadly Sin died, another would be transferred to bear the trait, unless the legend of the Seven Deadly Sins completely vanished.
However, he never expected that it was Cui Yuanxuan who had received the Wrath trait transfer!
You see, traits aren't transferred randomly. A body, or perhaps a mind and personality, must match the trait. For example, Gluttony is like an enormous blue whale; there's probably no one in the world who can eat more, hence the name Gluttony.
Besides this, there's another aspect that's extremely alarming: there's no precedent among the Seven Deadly Sins for a trait to transfer to another superhuman, someone who was originally a strategic-level superhuman…
The special ability of Rage is that, with anger, his body can grow to tens of meters tall. And the most terrifying aspect is that, as long as he remains angry, he possesses near-immortal regenerative abilities. What would happen if these two were combined?