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"No way, seriously?!" Jill Young stared wide-eyed ahead, only to see waves suddenly rise in the molten iron—a gigantic, skinless head burst out. It was the Final Creation. Molten iron poured down like waterfalls, and wherever the scorching liquid touched, muscle charred and carbonized. Clearly, it hadn’t reached the level of invincibility yet. That bomb had definitely messed it up, but for a beast this huge, the damage wasn’t even close to fatal.
That slap came down way too fast. If Jill hadn’t rolled away at the last second, she’d be lying at the bottom of that crater right now. Spinning around, she saw the Final Creation’s right arm sweep across like a pillar, the gust blowing molten iron everywhere. In a blink, it was already swinging at her mech’s side.
"Oh, come on! Why’d I have to land right in front of this thing? Time to run!" There was no way a human could fight this beast head-on; even with the Hell Fist King’s performance, close combat was out of the question. Unless someone brought in a Star-Destroyer, only Kratos himself could take it down! The Hell Fist King stomped the ground and sprinted off at full speed.
But the next second, a massive palm slammed down from above, hitting the ground with a thunderous crash. The earth shook, and when the hand lifted, there was a giant crater.
That slap came down way too fast. If I hadn’t rolled away at the last second, I’d be lying at the bottom of that crater right now. Spinning around, I saw the Final Creation’s right arm sweep across like a pillar, the gust blowing molten iron everywhere. In a blink, it was already swinging at my mech’s side.
"That reaction speed—are you kidding me?!" Jill shouted, unleashing a surge of psychic power. The Hell Fist King’s legs instantly went into overdrive, and the whole mech vaulted into the air with a backflip. Dodging the sweeping arm by a hair’s breadth, Jill twisted midair and delivered a fierce kick. No way was she taking a hit without fighting back.
But when steel met flesh, there was just a dull thud—the Final Creation’s arm barely showed any damage, not even a hint of pain. "This—there’s just no way to fight this!" Jill raged, then suddenly calmed down. "Wait, maybe it’s not totally impossible after all…"
It was sitting in a massive incubation pool, obviously unfinished. Other than its head, chest, abdomen, and right arm, the rest was bare bone. Even its lower abdomen was incomplete—some Kaiju it had just devoured was now spilling out again, so its internal organs weren’t even fully formed.
No wonder—it was barely alive to begin with. If it didn’t have a Relic Pearl-level constitution, it would’ve died ages ago. Jill’s confidence flared up again: no matter how strong the Final Creation was, it wouldn’t last more than five minutes. After that, it’d just be experience points for the taking.
But those five minutes would be hell to survive. Even humans know to take someone down with them when they go. In endless agony and dying madness, the Final Creation was bound to explode with murderous rage.
Boom! It was like the sky itself collapsed—the Final Creation’s right palm slammed down again, even faster than before. "Run!" The ground cracked open as I pushed the Hell Fist King to its limits, rolling and sprinting for my life.
"Awooo—!" The Final Creation’s roar echoed far and wide, shaking the entire base.
This was a woman—a truly miserable one. Completely naked, covered in rings and locks, a collar around her neck, and a gag in her mouth. She appeared, kneeling like a dog, her wild hair hiding a pair of dull, vacant eyes. Her belly was slightly swollen—she must have been pregnant. It was Emily, the missing female operative, now reduced to a captive in this hellish lab.
"This is all your fault, you filthy woman! You distracted me and made me fail!" The young man lashed out with a whip, striking her again and again. The woman didn’t even try to dodge—she just curled up on the ground, whimpering. "Four months and you still haven’t died, huh? Tougher than I thought. But I’m bored now, and with this base trashed and no alien tech left, I might as well finish you off today." He yanked her hair, sneering cruelly: "First I’ll kill whatever’s in your belly, then I’ll kill you. Excited yet?"
As her hair was yanked aside, the woman’s delicate face was revealed—it was Emily, missing for so long. But the former special agent’s face was now hollow and numb; the young man’s whispered taunts couldn’t stir any reaction. Smack! He slapped Emily hard, sending her flying, then burst into manic laughter.
With a flick of its tail, the Six-Armed Battle General tossed Emily aside. It then hurled a spear, pinning the young man’s leg to the ground. "Ah!" he screamed, but the Six-Armed Battle General strode over like the Grim Reaper, its green lights scanning him up and down. Raising another short spear, it prepared to finish him off.
Bang! With a flick of its tail, the Six-Armed Battle General tossed Emily aside. It then hurled a spear, pinning the young man’s leg to the ground. "Ah!" he screamed, but the Six-Armed Battle General strode over like the Grim Reaper, its green lights scanning him up and down. Raising another short spear, it prepared to finish him off.
But just then, it seemed to sense something. Suddenly, it turned to look at the platform below. A few hundred meters away, in the ruins, Dr. Octopus was fiddling with some mysterious devices, while King Kong stood guard nearby.
Beep beep! The lights on the Six-Armed Battle General’s forehead switched from green to yellow, and its whole vibe changed—it seemed much more alert, none of that lazy attitude from before. With a snap, it pulled the spear from the young man’s leg, slapped a belt-like gadget, and vanished in a flash.
"Ah—hah, hah!" The young man screamed and gasped, clutching his wounded leg: "It’s broken! Completely broken!" As he struggled in vain, Emily—who had been thrown aside—suddenly stood up, staggering over. Standing above him, Emily removed her gag. Her gaze was no longer vacant, but cold and wild.
"You…" The young man broke out in a cold sweat. "Were you just pretending?!"
Bang! Emily kicked his wound, then shrieked and bit into his face. With a tearing sound, she ripped off a chunk of flesh. Blood sprayed; screams echoed. Emily devoured him alive, her feral side unleashed.
Meanwhile, when the Six-Armed Battle General appeared in front of King Kong and Dr. Octopus, they handled it way better than that young man. Both tensed up instantly. Dr. Octopus forced a wry smile: "We planned for everything except this. Rushed as we were, we still didn’t make it in time. The measurements are at a critical stage—we can’t let these instruments get destroyed. We have no choice but to fight now."
King Kong grinned and cracked his knuckles, striding toward the Six-Armed Battle General: "I wiped out the entire Tibetan Esoteric Sect* (*密宗, 'Mi Zong,' a branch of Vajrayana Buddhism, often referenced in martial arts fiction), ate every Relic Pearl* (*舍利子, 'Sharira,' sacred Buddhist relics believed to grant great power), and besides Master Golden Wheel* (*金轮法王, a legendary martial arts master from Jin Yong's novels), I’m the only one to reach the tenth layer of the Dragon Elephant Wisdom Art* (*龙象般若功, 'Dragon Elephant Wisdom Art,' a fictional supreme martial arts technique). My ten-elephant strength and deep internal energy have never faced anything this exotic—let me take on this skinny alien!"
Whoosh! King Kong charged at the Six-Armed Battle General, who flashed a yellow light on its forehead and dropped its spears, meeting him bare-handed. Boom! Fist met fist, a shockwave blasting out in all directions. The floor beneath the Six-Armed Battle General cracked, and it staggered back two steps. Its yellow forehead light tinged red—it seemed surprised.
But King Kong’s face changed even more—after just one punch, his fist was split open and bleeding. He stumbled back over ten steps before regaining his footing, shouting in disbelief: "How is this possible?!"