Chapter 30: Ideological Conflict

No one knew when this mysterious bald man appeared; he just showed up out of nowhere at the moment when the New York Police Commissioner was on the brink of death.

This not only shocked ordinary people but also terrified the Lizard Man.

Twice the strength? No! This was at least three times the strength of an average adult male. 5

The Lizard Man had no intention of turning this into a boring wrestling match. His other claw, along with his thick Lizard tail, swiped at lightning speed, reaching 70 miles per hour.

Once struck, the fate of this bald man would not be much better than the special forces officer who had just been sent flying.

"Yah!" The bald man shouted like thunder and lifted his leg, delivering a lightning-fast kick. 4

"Boom—" It was a deep, drum-like muffled sound.

The massive Lizard Man, probably weighing over five hundred pounds, showed a noticeable depression on his abdomen. With her excellent dynamic vision, Gwen saw a brief dynamic "crater" on the Lizard Man's belly.

The terrifying power of Quetzalcoatl had undoubtedly injured the Lizard Man's internal organs.

The next second, the huge Lizard Man was sent flying backward.

Even with the astonishing agility and balance of the Lizard Man, he couldn't control his body and tumbled like a water float. He collided with several cars, making a series of crashing sounds, and only after the fifth roll did he manage to claw his way to the ground, barely stopping his backward momentum.

Without waiting for the giant Lizard to react, Quetzalcoatl was already pursuing him with his peculiar flame-shaped twin swords.

While Quetzalcoatl was engaged in a fierce battle with the Lizard Man, Gwen couldn't hold back any longer. Tears welled up in her eyes as she rushed to her father.

"Dad... No, Commissioner Stacy, are you okay?" Gwen rushed over and supported her father as he was falling.

Gwen's words made George almost doubt if he was hearing things: How could this mysterious female hero, who had already made headlines in the police commissioner's office, sound exactly like his daughter?

But that voice, those actions, it was unmistakably his little girl! 1

George had a thousand eyes to become the police commissioner, and he realized that he wasn't seriously injured, despite how gruesome it looked. After all, his entire bulletproof vest had been pierced, and the sharp claws of the Lizard Man had penetrated his skin and superficial muscles. There were four almost parallel, coin-sized gashes below his collarbone, all bleeding profusely.

At this critical moment, he still had the strength to play along.

"I... help me take off... the bulletproof vest... Gwen, there's a first aid kit in the car..."

With blood-covered fingers, George pointed to the police armored vehicle behind him. Gwen was truly flustered this time, and she inadvertently said, "Okay, Dad... Mr. Commissioner."

George was absolutely sure that he hadn't misheard.

But this act had to go on.

He played along, "Just like this... I helped Gwen take off his bulletproof vest, sprinkled hemostatic powder on the bleeding wounds, and covered them with large pieces of gauze."

Only after completing all of this, and it seemed that his life had finally been saved, did he suddenly reach out and grabbed Gwen's wrist, leaning in close to her and saying in a low voice, "Tonight, when we get back, I need an explanation."

At that moment, Gwen was completely stiff.

No matter what, her father being safe was her greatest comfort.

Gritting her teeth, Gwen shot her web and leaped onto a sloping steel cable. She noticed that Peter was still busy saving people, and Quetzalcoatl was still battling the Lizard Man.

This was clearly not a battle for humans.

Lizardman is too terrifying; every claw of his, if it hits something, will surely destroy it. The bus's door was grazed by that giant claw, and it instantly tore apart like a twisted scrap of paper, amidst the ear-piercing sound of metal deformation.

The thick and slender tail of the lizardman swung, and the asphalt road immediately cracked open, leaving behind a horrifying deep groove of over five centimeters.

However, the opponent of the lizardman, Quetos...

Gwen had seen swift movements, seen powerful enemies, but she had never seen someone who combined both so perfectly.

His movements were extensive, with those large and open strides and his hands stretched to the limit, giving a sense of violent beauty that spiked one's hormones.

In what appeared to be limits to outsiders, he repeatedly dodged the lizardman's claws and tail, while simultaneously using the peculiar short blades in his hands to unleash an uninterrupted storm of blood and flesh on the lizardman's body.

Tiny, hard lizard scales, the size of thumbnails, were cut by the blades and flew into the air, along with the green flesh and blood of the lizardman.

If this could still be considered as flesh wounds, then the lizardman's next attack, which was clearly too powerful, was perfectly used by Quetos. He raised his left hand with the knife to block the giant claw, suddenly lowered his body and lunged forward. After a flash of the blade, a gash nearly half a meter long opened up in the lizardman's abdomen.

Green blood, along with large sections of intestines, sprayed out as if it cost nothing. If an ordinary person received such an injury, they would either die on the spot or be severely injured and fall to the ground.

Gwen watched in astonishment as the terrifying wound the lizardman had just received began to visibly heal at an alarming rate, the wound closing as the muscles contracted, even the protruding intestines fusing back into the newly grown abdominal muscles.

A large section of intestine was hanging on the lizard's belly, swinging with the lizardman's movements, looking incredibly horrifying.

This was clearly Quetos dominating the fight, yet after all this time, he still hadn't managed to defeat the lizardman.

This three-meter-tall green monster was indeed tough!

On the other hand, in the midst of pain and almost endless bloodshed, the lizardman's movements became even more ferocious. He began to attack all the humans around him indiscriminately, including but not limited to throwing the car at innocent civilians trying to escape.

However, Quetos paid no attention to any of this and continued to focus on inflicting damage on the lizardman.

He was not bound by any sense of morality, which left the lizardman frustrated.

Gwen anxiously watched from the side, not because she didn't want to help, but because the pace of the battle between the two was extremely fast. Furthermore, her fighting style was clearly inconsistent with Quetos', and her web-shooting could easily trap Quetos if she made a mistake.

The lizardman had astonishing regenerative abilities, which meant he had many opportunities to make mistakes.

As for Quetos?

Who knew? At least he looked presentable, and Gwen didn't dare to bet on whether he could withstand a blow.

If she inadvertently hindered him, Gwen would never forgive herself.

As a true genius, Gwen never lacked observational skills. She quickly noticed that Quetos, seemingly unintentionally, had been subtly pushing the lizardman toward a mysterious truck.

"Dangerous... liquid nitrogen!?" Gwen's eyes lit up, and she understood what Quetos was planning.

Once she grasped her teammate's intent, the rest was simple.

As if rehearsed a hundred or a thousand times, Quetos just dodged the lizard's green claws, and a large blob of spider web was plastered onto the lizardman's face.

"Ah! Ahhh!" The lizardman screamed in surprise.

If Dr. Conners was a natural lizardman, perhaps he could react using his specialized sense of smell. Unfortunately, not long ago, he was still a full-fledged human.

The sudden loss of vision made him panic, and instinctively, he reached out to tear the spider web off with one hand while wildly waving the other to block Quetos' attacks.

"Beautiful!" The bald guy's praise gave Gwen an oddly satisfying feeling for the first time.

I helped him! I finally contributed!

Without wasting Gwen's excellent assist, Quetos suddenly lowered himself and delivered a powerful horizontal slash, similar to a lying blade, inflicting a terrible injury on the lizardman's left ankle

A full-force blow with 33 points of strength resulted in tons of physical damage! Even the tough-skinned lizardman had almost his entire ankle severed under this strike.

  It didn't completely break, but there was barely two centimeters of flesh connecting to his lower leg. The blade continued its gaze, severing even the tendons of the lizardman's right ankle.

"Ah ah ah ah!" The roar, reminiscent of an ancient beast, did not scare Ang. Instead of chasing after other vulnerable points of the lizardman, he unexpectedly executed a standard martial arts move, the "Rising Kick." "Ugh!" This kick unquestionably destroyed the lizardman's balance. Turning him into a large rolling gourd.

He rolled in a sorry state, crushing seven or eight cars before crashing heavily next to a tanker truck. "General!" On Quotos's seemingly rough face, a triumphant smile appeared. A bomb was thrown out. With a deafening explosion, a large mass of frigid liquid nitrogen sprayed onto the lizardman.

"Ah!" What was this? As Dr. Conners began to regain consciousness, he was horrified to discover that due to the exaggerated sub-zero temperatures, his agility and strength were greatly reduced. No! Not only that, but his supposed 'infinite' regenerative power was also frozen at this moment. 

Before Dr. Conners could react, the menacing figure that had terrified him had already reached him. "Swish!" A peculiar-shaped war blade pierced through his chest, while another blade sent his field of vision soaring into the sky, followed by a spinning world. The terrifying lizard head no longer spewed incoherent beastly roars but human speech.

  "Am... am I dead?"

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