Pretending To Be A Boss

They struck and immediately retreated.

Swiftly withdrawing from the battlefield.

Yet, the bone-man's bones were still grasped by Tang Xian.

"Is this high-speed regeneration? The serum injected into you, it shouldn't be from an animal, but from a plant, the serum of Hundred-Handed Wood, right? Your bones are branching like twigs; it looks like you are extending your spine, but in fact, you are only using the spine as the main branch to grow other branches."

As his words fell, Tang Xian, triggered by his serpent-stance, burst forth with astonishing speed.

He appeared instantly behind the bone-man and then viciously smashed a punch into his spine.

Crack.

The sound of breaking bones was not loud, but every subject in the vicinity heard it.

"Hundred-Handed Wood is a very tough plant, capable of surviving for a long time. Even if its branches are continuously broken, it can quickly regrow. But if the stump is cut, there is no coming back."

The bone-man fell to the ground, convulsing continuously.

A layer of fear shrouded the hearts of every subject.

The combined attack of two SS-level and several S-level individuals had just failed to harm the masked man, not even slightly.

This made them wonder, could this masked man possess strength greater than that of a disaster-level creature?

The snake-faced man rapidly constricted, binding Tang Xian like a rope.

The lion-haired man let out a deafening roar.

The sound waves were like an air cannon compressed to the extreme.

Tang Xian did not dodge, as he was currently pretending to play a bound man.

Even though the snakelike creature thought it had bound him tightly.

But Tang Xian felt no pressure of being tied.
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He was simply cooperating with the performance.

What does it feel like to be hit by a fierce air blast?

To Tang Xian, it probably felt like a gentle breeze brushing his face.

Although the hapless prison gates behind him once again suffered destructive repercussions.

After the lion's roar ended, the others were still immersed in the lingering shock of the previous round.

An S-level attack was not able to harm Tang Xian—it was no longer surprising, after all, even the combined attack of these subjects had not injured him.

The elder Tang with the sword spoke:

"What kind of serum have you injected? Why do you possess such formidable defensive power?"

Tang Xian nodded, giving the elder an appreciative look, and said:

"Out of the three SS-level individuals, you seem much more lucid and normal than the others, it seems like a more perfect subject. If I'm not mistaken, the recovery of these subjects is your responsibility, right?"

The elder was startled.

Tang Xian continued, "But first I can't answer your question, I need to deal with this bowl of wide noodles."

Tang Xian then stretched out and freed himself from the snake-faced man binding him.

The snake-faced man looked at Tang Xian in disbelief, then started to continuously soften his body.

Tang Xian was surprised to find that he couldn't tear apart this creature that resembled a bowl of wide noodles.

Its body was too flexible, so no matter how much he pulled or tore, it would only stretch longer and never break.

Tang Xian frowned and said:

"This is a classic case of softness overcoming hardness. You are quite impressive."

He felt somewhat troubled.

But the snake-faced man was in more trouble, unspeakable trouble.

Continuously softening his body was also a burden.

The longer and more flexible the body became, the harder it was to control, because the body could be stretched indefinitely, but the mass would not change.

The longer it became, the hollower it felt.

Tang Xian seemed to have noticed this, kept pulling, and eventually, the snake-faced man passed out.

His body, stretching tens of meters, was like duckweed in water, dandelion fluff scattered in the air—blow gently, and it would drift far away uncontrollably.

The rest had never seen the snake-faced man stretched to the limit and then faint.

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Lincoln Fortress, the sixth level.

As an entity second only to the thirty-nine fortresses, Lincoln Fortress actually surpassed the thirty-nine in all aspects before the Li family began to develop the eighth level.

Now that it became truly second, the people at Lincoln Fortress began to take risks.

In the Pentagon on the sixth level, Kennedy looked at the data of these evolutionary zone creatures, his brow furrowed.

He had not anticipated that the Evolutionary Zone could conduct such cruel experiments.

Creatures with bones like tree branches, bodies that could grow at will, beasts like lions... and numerous others.

And the Swordsmen who could cut through anything, the SS-level subjects perfect in strength and speed, and the telekinetics who could move heavy objects in the Pyramid with their minds.

Kennedy was certain that without the Judges, the people of the Evolutionary Zone would sooner or later become a nightmare for all fortresses worldwide.

The monsters they created were already formidable in the Pyramid; those few SS-level creatures were even stronger than the Judges.

If they were to go to the mining area, it would be even more terrifying.

While vigilant of the Evolutionary Zone, he was also somewhat relieved.

As long as they possessed these monsters, they could confront the thirty-nine fortresses and weaken their control over the entire Federation.

After all, living creatures are more flexible than Judges, which is a significant advantage.

At the same time, this time, he believed that the creatures from the Evolutionary Zone would make an impact in the thirty-nine fortresses.

He did not know who was truly behind the Evolutionary Zone, but as one of its biggest sponsors, Kennedy believed that the market for the strongest warriors would not be monopolized by the Judges after this battle.