Chapter 381 Good Will

  "Bang!"

  The muffled sound of beating flesh spread again in the room, and a heavy elbow from top to bottom hit the neck of Red Tank, who was suspended in the air.

  With a crisp sound of "click", his thick neck instantly bent into a tooth-grinding arc.

  Although this blow was not enough to directly break his extremely tough cervical vertebrae, after several vital parts were hit in turn, the neck, as the only channel for oxygen delivery to the brain, became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

  As the force poured out, the twisted neck bounced back to normal, but Red Tank's face turned pale, and the only remaining right pupil also collapsed, and his mind immediately fell into an inevitable short coma.

  Then, after being forced to stop for several seconds in the air by various blows, he finally successfully fell to the ground, but the landing posture was more miserable than expected.

  The heavy object weighing over a thousand jin fell straight to the ground, creating a large cloud of dust. The ground beneath his feet also shook, and dense black cracks spread rapidly outward at the edge of the figure.

  Everything in the world has its pros and cons. The terrifying weight of nearly one ton makes Red Tank almost unstoppable when charging, but when it loses its balance, this advantage will become a fatal disadvantage.

  If it weren't for the exaggerated weight of Red Tank's body as a boost when falling, with Red Tank's extremely strong flesh and blood density, the blade of the magic knife at the top of the knee might not have been able to penetrate the waist and abdomen so powerfully.

  Moreover, after piercing the flesh, the magic knife's thousand blades never detached. Even if the target was lying on the ground at this time, there were still countless sharp blades in the opponent's body that were constantly tearing the major organs.

  Directly above, the sticky blood stains left on the surface of the armor were slowly being swallowed up, leaving only the vicious aura lingering around the body, which began to become more and more intense.

  After shaking his numb arms, Xu Yue took a half step back, then lowered his eyes to look at the miserable figure lying unconscious in a pool of blood at his feet.

  An opponent who can only vent brute force is not terrible. When facing a fighting skill that is more violent and fierce than the opponent, all their previous overwhelming strength will become vulnerable at this moment.

  The move he just used is one of the eight killer moves of Bajiquan, the tiger climbing the mountain, which is known as the best in actual combat. It is said that the former Republic of China martial arts master "Gangquan Wuerduodui, Shenqiang Li Shuwen" was invincible at the time with only this move.

  Even if the moves to be used next are explained in advance before the competition between the two sides, the opponent often falls to the ground after only half of the tiger climbing the mountain move is used, which shows how strong and fierce it is.

  The so-called tiger climbing a mountain is simply a process of slapping and pulling with both palms, taking the posture of cats climbing up mountains and trees, with the chest held in and the back pulled up, the waist twisted and the strength exerted, and the tiger's palms are used to hold the target's shoulder, face, neck, or back of the head and other key positions, and either slapping or pressing from behind, which can effectively break the target's center of gravity, causing the target to fall directly due to loss of balance.

  Subsequent moves such as knee strikes, clapping, and elbowing can be used in a variety of ways, and are not restricted to any form, but most of them are extremely brutal. After a set of combos, even if the opponent does not die, the opponent who is hit will be seriously injured.

  In close combat, victory or defeat is often determined by one or two moves in an instant, and the red tank, which is still twitching from time to time in a pool of blood, is undoubtedly the best display of the effect of this contest.

  "Ugh..."

  Suddenly, a difficult groan of pain sounded from his feet. The extraordinary physical strength allowed Red Tank to regain consciousness at a very fast speed. Although the pain in his body was much lower than that of ordinary people, the severe cramps in his chest and abdomen still made him groan unbearably.

  It was as if hundreds of sharp blades were constantly cutting his internal organs, and the extreme pain made him recall the piercing feeling of near death that he still remembered. His right eye, which was covered with bloodshot, suddenly opened, and a figure with cold eyes gradually became clear in the blood-filled vision. The groan

  in his throat quickly turned into a roar, and the muscles in his limbs swelled at the same time. He was just about to make a strong move, but the next second, a beam of red light flashed in front of his eyes, and then a black combat boot surrounded by blazing flames stomped down in his suddenly shrunken pupils.

  "Boom!!"

  You Lin's combat boots stepped precisely on the head and face of Red Tank. The roar was accompanied by rolling heat waves, and a pungent smell of burning flesh and blood was faintly heard in the air. His entire head sank deeply into the ground, leaving only his exposed body, which instantly straightened like a dead fish out of the water.

  The combat boots stained with sticky blood were lifted out of the deep pit on the surface of the ground, and at this moment, Red Tank's originally stiff body also changed synchronously. His right palm suddenly rose up and attacked in a grasping manner, as if he was about to quickly grab the ankle on the upper part of the combat boot in an attempt to resist.

  But the arm just raised suddenly stopped, and a pool of blood-colored liquid was seen surging rapidly from the chest to all parts of the body. In the blink of an eye, these liquids solidified and formed a very familiar heavy armor, which tightly bound Red Tank's entire body, and the arm that intended to grab was no exception.

  When it was on Xu Yue, the Red Prison was a battle armor with both offensive and defensive capabilities, but when the host was replaced by the Red Tank, it became a bloodthirsty and ferocious prisoner.

  When the prison lock was completed, a large number of dense and sticky tiny tentacles immediately emerged from the inside of the battle armor. These tentacles tightly wrapped around every inch of the target's skin and muscles. Through the method of force transfer, it silently swallowed up all the force that the target was ready to use to resist.

  And in this moment of endless wriggling and entanglement, the tentacles would quietly penetrate into the lower layer of the skin through the gaps in the body, thereby greedily absorbing the host's fresh blood, and the four characters of "using softness to overcome hardness" were fully utilized.

  Below, the Red Tank felt a chill all over his body, and then a strange touch like being trapped in a muddy swamp instantly spread throughout his body, as if thousands of cold long snakes were slowly scratching his skin, and the numbing sense of panic made him unconsciously start to struggle desperately.

  If he was in good condition, even if Chiyu could complete the prison lock, it would not take long for him to be forcibly broken free. Only one charge would be enough to free the Red Tank from its restraints.

  But now that he was severely injured and could not even stand up, he felt that the more he struggled, the tighter the countless cold snakes bound him, and his strength seemed to be gradually swallowed up by the lingering wriggling.

  At the same time, Xu Yue, who was standing on one side of the pit, was looking down at the trembling Chiyu armor on the floor. At the front of the armor, a head that was completely unrecognizable was struggling to rise slowly from the pit.

  It can only be said that the Red Tank, whose body was strengthened to the top, could still maintain a strong vitality even in this situation. Through the charred and scabbed facial flesh, Xu Yue could even see the pink flesh growing rapidly inside.

  "Unfortunately, I'm in a hurry, so...see you later."

  "Boom!" As

  soon as he finished speaking, the combat boot hovering above his head stomped down again. The roar mixed with violent vibrations spread from the center of the room and gradually spread to the entire laboratory.

  ...

  "Boom! Boom!..."

  At the other end of the Worthington Laboratory, Worthington II and Dr. Rao, the actual owners of the laboratory, stood stiffly in the middle of the corridor, and on the left and right sides were three members of the Mutant Brotherhood with barely concealed malice on their faces.

  As early as the second day after the terrorist attack, Worthington II, who was afraid of being retaliated by the mutants, followed the military to the Devil's Island to seek refuge. He thought that under the stationing and protection of the armed forces, the laboratory would become the best safe base, but he never thought that even the government's army could not stop this group of crazy mutants.

  In less than half an hour, the army was defeated, and even the laboratory in the back was invaded, and he was unlucky to be surrounded here while escaping.

  "You invented the antidote, right?"

  On the left side of the corridor, the hedgehog man Spike, who was obviously the leader of the three, looked at Worthington II in front of him with some joking. Although he was asking, his tone was particularly affirmative.   

  The two looked at each other, and   the president of the Worthington Group, who was still in high spirits at the press conference a few days ago, swallowed hard, and finally nodded hesitantly and responded:

  "Yes... yes." After getting the exact answer, the hedgehog's eyes were slightly cold, and he immediately spoke softly to his subordinates on both sides.   "Very good, girls, take it away!"   As soon as the words fell, the two female mutants in the corridor, both of whom had a rather Shamatte style, stepped forward and grabbed the hands of Worthington II on the left and right.   In fact, the purpose of their coming here was to execute the president of the Worthington Group who had triggered the "antidote battle" in the most extreme way, and to use this killing chicken to scare the monkey to announce to the world: Anyone who provokes them will pay the price of his life.   So the target's answer is not important, even if Worthington II answered no, the final result will not change at all.   On the other side, seeing her CEO being forcibly taken away, Dr. Rao, who had been silent in the corner, finally stopped being silent. She looked anxious and repeatedly said that the development of the antidote had nothing to do with Worsington II. However, she was interrupted by the hedgehog man with a serious expression shortly after she spoke.   "Quiet!"   The shout echoed in the wide and empty corridor, not only stopping Dr. Rao's urgent shouts, but also stopping the other two mutants who were holding Worsington II hostage and preparing to leave. They all looked sideways at the wall beside the corridor, where continuous roars and vibrations were coming from, and the amplitude was rapidly increasing.   "What's the matter with this vibration? Was it caused by Red Tank? I remember he received an order to capture the mutant kid named Jimmy alive."   "It should be him, but it's not just him. This vibration is not caused by running. Something is wrong."   Staring at the slightly trembling wall in front of her, Philippa Sontag, who is the most sensitive to shock waves among the three members of the Brotherhood, spoke lightly. Her code name is Arclight, and her palms can burst out powerful shock waves.   Not long ago, it was her large-scale shock wave attack that directly destroyed more than 80% of the plastic weapons in the field, thus destroying the last advantage of the human army in one fell swoop. It can be said that she made an indelible contribution.   Suddenly, after answering the hedgehog's question, she was staring at the wall in front of her, and her pupils shrank suddenly. Before she could react, she grabbed her compatriots and Worthington II by her side and rushed forward.   "Get out of the way!"   "Bang!"   The loud shout of warning was covered by the roar of the sudden explosion. The silver-gray wall beside the crowd burst, and the broken stones flew. In the smoke and dust, a blood shadow broke through the wall and fell down until it hit the opposite wall heavily, leaving only a sunken pit enclosed by a spider web.   After a while, the smoke and dust dissipated, and the hedgehog man on the left side of the corridor got up from the ground in a somewhat embarrassed manner. His strength was not strong. The reason why he could become the leader among the three was that he relied on relatively ruthless means and his male identity, which was quite advantageous in the chaotic lower class society.   After standing up again, he first raised his eyes to look at Arc Light and others on the opposite side. After confirming that they were not seriously injured, he turned his eyes to the "attacker" who smashed the wall on the ground.   It was a tall figure covered in scarlet armor, with sticky blood flowing on the surface of the armor. At first glance, it looked like a living thing, and a strong smell of blood rushed into the nose.   Compared with the strange armor on his body, which showed no signs of damage after a serious impact, the head of the figure that was not covered by the armor looked extremely miserable. The   bald head was covered with black burn marks, and the facial features were completely unrecognizable. It was as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer, and the entire skull was somewhat flattened...   The injuries were so miserable that even the hedgehog man who had lived at the bottom of society for many years and had seen too many scenes of slaughter felt a chill in his heart. What was more important was that even after such a terrible destruction, the figure was not dead yet, and only two holes were left in the nasal cavity, and a faint breath was still coming out.   Retreat!   This was the first thought that flashed through the Hedgehog's mind. The long-term living environment in the dark environment gave him the instinct to seek benefits and avoid harm. Being injured so miserably but still able to survive was enough to show that the strength of this injured person must be extraordinary, and the culprit who caused all this would only be stronger.   So in order to avoid unnecessary conflicts and troubles, leaving in time and pretending that nothing had been seen was the best way to deal with it. Sometimes the blind and deaf often live the longest, but just as he was about to take a step back, he suddenly stopped.   The Hedgehog's steps stopped, and his pupils shrank slightly as he looked up and down at the figure. He seemed to see a familiar mark on this charred black head.   "This is... Red Tank."   The dry voice slowly uttered from his mouth. After recognizing the identity of the figure, the Hedgehog's original plan to dodge was abandoned by the Hedgehog at the first time. This was not because he had good thoughts and moral emotions towards his compatriots, but because if Red Tank died so easily in front of them, Magneto would never let them go afterwards.   During this brief hesitation, a series of dull footsteps gradually sounded from the gap on the other side of the wall.   Although the footsteps were not loud, they seemed to step on everyone's hearts. Every time they sounded, the atmosphere in the corridor became more and more oppressive. The breathing sounded suddenly rapid, and the hedgehog man with a pale face turned around quickly. There was a faint   cold breath coming out of the gap, and then a majestic figure in a black cloak walked over under the protection of these cold breaths. It seemed that the silver palm made of metal was drooping, and the dark and sticky blood on it flowed along the fingertips and gathered, and finally dripped onto the floor, leaving a mottled red blood stain.   "Tick!"   The sound of blood dripping onto the floor was particularly crisp, and it also awakened the hedgehog man who was temporarily dazed by the impact of the evil spirit. The pupils changed from scattered to solid. Just as he was hesitating whether to step forward to stop it, a cold gaze swept across the whole scene.   He only glanced around, but he felt a chill all over his body, and for a moment his body was stiff, and he was speechless.   As his sight turned, the familiar scenes in the corridor were all in his sight. Xu Yue's eyebrows slightly raised. First, it was Red Tank, and then the group of Arc Light. It seemed that he had some fate with the Brotherhood, which saved him a lot of effort to find people. His eyes   fell on Worthington II in the corner and stayed for a while. After confirming that his life was not in danger for the time being, he no longer paid attention to this group of people, and turned his eyes to Red Tank, who was leaning against a large piece of rubble and breathing weakly.   It must be said that this guy was more frail than he thought. Now the blood in Red Tank's body was almost dry, and all his organs had basically turned into a mass of rotten meat. Even his skull was broken and deformed, but the other party still retained a weak breath.   "Good will."   At this point, what determines whether the other party can still survive is not only the body's recovery ability, but also the strong will that is tough beyond common sense.

  After saying this, Xu Yue raised his right hand and clenched it. Then the chest of the Red Tank shook violently, and countless purple streams of light shot out from the inside of the armor, gathering in his empty palm like a fledgling returning to the forest. Soon, a strange long sword made up of hundreds of fragments gradually took shape.

  The next second, the long sword broke through the air and slashed horizontally. The brilliant purple blade light bloomed in the void, and in contrast, a shriveled and charred human head soared into the sky.

  (End of this chapter)