Jill Young had long dreamed of making a mech perform internal martial arts, but it never worked out. The core of internal martial arts is reading your opponent’s qi, which is insanely hard—like trying to embroider with a needle at midnight. Even barehanded, it’s barely doable. But getting a mech to do it? That’s like tying a needle to a helicopter’s landing gear and telling someone to embroider mid-flight—while still making it look good. Even the best embroiderer in the East would throw up their hands!
After trying everything, Jill Young eventually gave up on this tempting idea.
But when faced with the desperate situation of the Final Creation, Jack Young quietly exploded into action. Even Jill Young could sense that surge of mental power—it was like an expanding frozen ocean, calm but absolutely unstoppable. Jack Young’s mind was like a mystical ice mirror, reflecting every detail of the world; his rampaging spirit completely took control of the Hell Fist King’s every move.
In that instant, even the flames from the tidal inferno subtly changed color, gaining a chill white edge alongside the savage dark red. The Hell Fist King came alive, carrying itself with gravitas, and met the incoming claw with a punch.
Thud. The steel fist struck the center of the claw. Strength-wise, it was much lighter than that claw, but the Final Creation recoiled as if pricked by a needle, instantly pulling back its arm, its giant single eye full of shock and suspicion.
It wasn’t just surprised—Jill Young was floored too, her jaw almost hit the floor: “How the heck did you do that? Forget how hard it is to read qi, just the Meat Pill level’s blood and energy is as tough as steel, and you managed to break through that too?”
Jack Young replied calmly, “Its body’s damaged, life force leaking out, so its blood and qi are all out of whack. And I couldn’t do it alone—my punches are ‘steady,’ but not ‘strong’ enough.” He turned to Jill Young, eyes shining: “Only together can we pull it off.” Their synergy wasn’t just technical—it was a fusion of spirit and purpose, the kind of connection only twins could achieve.
Midair, Hell Fist King was thrown by the force. As it plummeted, inside the cockpit, Jill Young and Jack Young locked eyes—a glance that carried years of trust and shared struggle. The shock on Jill’s face melted into joy, then morphed into unstoppable bravado: “Alright then, let’s team up and beat the crap out of it!”
Boom—the mech landed, then slowly stood up. Even in that simple motion, Hell Fist King’s aura had changed. One moment it was calm and solid as ancient earth, the next it was explosive as a lightning strike. The two auras flashed back and forth, and when the Fist King finally stood tall, they merged into something brand new: a powerful, soul-shaking presence.
Like a mountain peak stabbing the sky or a volcano about to blow—Hell Fist King now stood at the crossroads of ferocity and serenity, radiating wild energy and dazzling brilliance. Even the Final Creation’s world-crushing madness couldn’t outshine this sword-sharp aura.
The Final Creation’s pupil shrank, then it let out a furious roar. The agony of dying made it forget everything, and it swung a palm that could smash mountains and sink aircraft carriers.
A wild wind howled, shrieking like ghosts. But the mech didn’t dodge—instead, it spread its legs, dropped its shoulders, and planted its feet. One hand floated above, one hand grounded below—the basic stance of martial arts. Time seemed to slow; the giant palm edged closer, but the mech didn’t budge. It was gathering some inner force, flames burning along its surface inch by inch, until, just as the claw was about to strike, those flames shot skyward.
Then, the mech moved. With a wave of its hand, the air twisted and clouds swirled. A single step shattered the ground, sending rocks flying. The mech lunged forward, right fist at its waist, launching a killer punch! It was both immovably heavy and fiercely bold, like dragons soaring and tigers roaring. All its fire condensed onto that right fist, making it blaze with scorching light.
In that moment, the mech’s aura was both domineering and vast. With this punch, it declared its name to the enemy—Fist! King!
Thud, boom—fist and palm collided, and the flames flared so bright they lit up the world. For a moment, everything went silent, then thunder roared and shockwaves blasted in every direction. At the chaotic center, a crack sounded from the Final Creation’s arm. The surface looked fine, but something inside had shattered. Crack, crack—the sound spread up to its shoulder.
“Aargh——!!” The Final Creation threw its head back and howled, full of pain, rage, and the hatred of something dying but not yet dead. All that emotion burst out in one scream—and then the light faded from its eye.
Thud—the arm crashed to the ground, never to rise again. When the claw dropped, the Hell Fist King’s form reappeared. Hell Fist King was covered in cracks, looking like it might shatter at any second. But it didn’t fall. It won.
“Hahahahahahaha!” Jill Young burst out laughing, climbing out of Hell Fist King and hopping on the mech’s shoulder with joy. She grabbed Jack Young’s hands and danced, high-fiving him with wild excitement, jumping and shouting: “Yeah! We won, we won! We really did it!” Their celebration was pure twin energy—two halves of one victory, perfectly in sync.
Jack Young joined in, but said calmly, “It was almost dead anyway. If that hit didn’t kill us, its own spirit collapsed and it finished itself off.”
“Who cares, we won!” Jill Young slapped the Fist King’s head with swagger. “You did great too, actually held out—nice job!”
"Let’s go," Jack Young said with his usual poker face. "I don’t think we have much time left—let’s hurry up and refine the Meat Pill."
"Yeah, now comes the harvest! Hehehe!" Jill Young cracked her knuckles, leapt off the mech’s shoulder, bounced off its body, and shot toward the Final Creation. Jack Young lagged a bit, glanced meaningfully at Hell Fist King, then flew after her.
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Hell Fist King stood quietly in place, its sensors flickering for no reason. After the mental rampage from the two pilots, something seemed to have changed deep inside its cold steel shell.
A moment later, at the top of the Final Creation’s head.
"This thing is seriously huge!" Even piloting the mech, facing the Final Creation felt over-the-top, but standing on its corpse was another level. That big forehead really had an epic vibe. And even though it was dead, its body still radiated a powerful aura. Normal folks wouldn’t dare stand here—this was the Meat Pill powerhouse’s majesty.\n[Meat Pill: A rare, condensed life-energy pill harvested from powerful monsters. Consuming one greatly boosts vitality and cultivation.]
But Jill Young didn’t care—she wasn’t scared when it was alive, so why be scared now? The two exchanged a glance and bent down together, left and right hands interlocked, pressing onto the Final Creation’s head. The golden side-profile appeared again, brighter than ever. Waves of golden ripples spread out, flowing along muscle and bone, gathering at the end and then rebounding with a buzz.
Unlike extracting from regular monsters, the golden ripples washed over the Final Creation’s bones and muscles, making its body shimmer with a hazy glow. The glow wavered under the golden waves, held out for a while, but eventually got swept back in.
With a series of crackling sounds, the body lost its glow and started to collapse. From the edges, steel-strong bones turned gray and brittle, crumbling under their own weight. As the collapse spread, all the essence was swept back by the golden ripples, gathering around the two.
As more and more of the glow gathered, visible light began to shine around them. The light formed a ring with them at the center, then merged into dragon-eye-sized pellets. A strange fragrance drifted out—even before the pills were formed, Jill Young couldn’t stop sniffing. She felt her blood and qi stirring, like a foodie spotting a legendary roast pig.\n[Meat Pill: A rare, condensed life-energy pill harvested from powerful monsters. Consuming one greatly boosts vitality and cultivation.]
After a moment, all the golden ripples rolled back, and everything calmed down. Jill Young wiped her sweat—this extraction was tough! But when she looked around, she saw round, radiant pills everywhere. Six perfect pills and a half-broken fragment, but even the fragment was impressive—the delicious aroma was coming from it.\n[Meat Pill: A rare, condensed life-energy pill harvested from powerful monsters. Consuming one greatly boosts vitality and cultivation.]
"Holy crap... The stuff we get from regular monsters is weak, and even Grandpa Jinlun’s relics are nothing compared to this!" Jill Young picked up a glowing pill like a night pearl, inspected it from every angle, sniffed it, and even gave it a lick. Suddenly her face fell: "I don’t think I can digest this at all..."
These six dragon-ball-like pills were overflowing with essence and tightly packed. She squeezed one with nearly nine thousand pounds of force and couldn’t crush it! With Jill Young’s digestion power at Dragon Elephant Level Seven, eating one whole would just give her a stomach stone, not any benefit. Meals are best enjoyed one bite at a time—for now, the monster-made knockoff pills are still more suitable for them.
"If we’re gonna eat, maybe this crumbly fragment will do the trick." Jill Young stashed the fragment away. You can always eat XP pills, but making them isn’t so easy. The main task now is to find the energy core of this biolab and get more Secondary Meat Pills. Judging by the Level 5 monster’s output, they’re not bad at all—even if they’re the lesser kind.\n[Secondary Meat Pill: A less potent version of the Meat Pill, easier to digest and suitable for steady cultivation.]
Underfoot, the Final Creation collapsed like a sand sculpture. The two darted and flipped into the biopool—the place where the Final Creation was made, and the best spot to find a power source.
Synchronization, double visual enhancement! Both their eyes flashed with a ghostly light, each scanning half the area—their senses perfectly split, like two processors running the same code.
"There!" Far off, a pipeline full of fleshy material. The two dashed to the end, pressed their hands on the three-meter-wide mass. Buzz—the golden ripples spread, racing down the pipe. Yang Qi had no idea how far they went; nothing came back for ages.
Just as she started wondering if she’d picked the wrong thing, a buzz sounded and the golden ripples swept back, packed with life energy. Next thing, with a crackling noise, Secondary Meat Pills started growing out of the pipe’s cut end, rolling onto the ground. Big ones, small ones, like pearls raining down on a jade plate—the flow was like a faucet turned on full blast, and soon a little pile had formed at their feet.
"Whoa..." Jill Young stared at the Meat Pills pouring out, her expression priceless: "This—this—I hit the jackpot!"
Jill Young was so happy she threw her head back and laughed. Back on Earth, hunting monsters for Meat Pills, getting forty or fifty a month was already living the dream. But fortune favors the bold—here in the alien wormhole, not only did she score six genuine Meat Pills, the Secondary Meat Pills were flowing like crazy. In just one minute, she got more than she’d get in a month on Earth!\n[Meat Pill: A rare, condensed life-energy pill harvested from powerful monsters. Consuming one greatly boosts vitality and cultivation. Secondary Meat Pill: A less potent version, suitable for steady use.]
Just as Jill Young was riding high, her expression suddenly changed. She and Jack Young spun around in sync, like mirrors reflecting each other’s instincts, looking off into the distance.
At the edge of the biopool, the Six-Armed Battle General watched them silently, the light in its three eyes shifting from blue to yellow. Whoosh—the Six-Armed Battle General vanished and reappeared a hundred meters in front of them, short spear in hand, radiating killer intent, and began to approach them slowly.
"An alien, huh? Looks like this one’s not so easy..." Unlike the brute-force King Kong, Jill Young looked serious—she could sense the Six-Armed Battle General’s powerful aura. "Let me try first, you back me up." Jill stepped forward, but Jack Young suddenly held her back. He was expressionless, but his eyes were even more intense than Jill’s—he saw things she didn’t. Their teamwork was seamless, the unspoken trust between twins.
Without saying a word, Jack Young strode toward the Six-Armed Battle General. With each step, he shed a piece of mech armor. In five steps, all the high-tech gear was gone, revealing a simple kung fu outfit underneath. Jill Young’s gaze trembled—nobody knew better than her what this meant, or what kind of opponent could make him do it.
With a rip, Jill Young tore off her black tech gear too, switching to silver armor and a greatsword. She followed about ten meters behind Jack Young, sword gleaming, killing intent rising.