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The afterimage approached rapidly.
A muffled thud echoed sharply, and a strong smell of blood quickly filled the air.
A massive gash appeared on Aludiba's chest, with the Wolfhead Mutant's entire arm embedded deep within.
"Cough!"
Aludiba trembled, letting out a violent cough.
"Hehehe, this is the end!"
The Wolfhead Mutant cackled, but at the same time, it tried to pull its arm out.
However, no matter how hard it struggled, its arm felt trapped, unable to be withdrawn.
"What are you trying to do?" the Wolfhead Mutant asked, looking at Aludiba beside it.
"Hehe, you can't escape now," Aludiba tightened every muscle in his body.
As a result, the wounds on his body constricted violently, and blood gushed rapidly from the torn flesh.
"If this continues, you'll die too, and you no longer have the strength to kill me," the Wolfhead Mutant sneered.
"One strike is all it takes. Just one strike."
Aludiba clenched his fists, his muscles rapidly swelling, accumulating immense power in his arms.
The Wolfhead Mutant swallowed hard, frightened. "Don't do anything reckless. What you're doing won't benefit you either."
"Hey, that's not necessarily true. We are enemies after all, so I won't hold back against you, you beast of a man. Take this punch!" Aludiba seethed with anger.
His emotions had reached the brink of losing control; he had no strength left for idle chatter.
Thus, he appeared like a ferocious demon, gritting his teeth, making it easy to imagine just how furious Aludiba truly was.
With a swing of his fist, a thunderous sound erupted. The Wolfhead Mutant let out a scream as he was sent flying far away, his head crashing solidly onto the ground.
"Ugh..."
The Wolfhead Mutant managed to get back up from the ground, spitting out a mouthful of foul blood as he checked himself over.
He forced a nervous chuckle. "Hahaha, I'm fine! I'm not dead yet! I knew you couldn't kill me."
But suddenly, his standing figure collapsed. Aludiba fell to the ground, a strange smile still lingering at the corner of his mouth.
The light in his eyes had faded; in that moment, it seemed he had lost everything—his heartbeat and even his life.
In that instant when he was sent flying, the Wolfhead Mutant swiftly crushed the Heart with lightning speed.
"Instructor!"
In the stillness surrounding Aludiba, the members of the Suicide Squad, known as The Old Blacks, rushed forward and encircled him.
"Hey, what’s going on?" someone asked.
Anis touched the massive gash on Aludiba's chest, noting the two ghastly wounds where blood had nearly dried up.
One arm and one leg had been severed. A normal person would never have the courage to continue fighting after such devastating injuries.
Yet this was a battlefield; Aludiba was not just defending his family's honor but also the last shred of human pride.
In comparison, family honor paled in significance next to that.
"Ugh, no, he's gone," Anis said, shaking his head, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.
"What? No way! Instructor, he—"
Immediately, someone looked incredulously at the lifeless body lying on the ground.
A wave of sorrow swept through the group, while only the Wolfhead Mutant regarded it with disdain.
It felt that the earlier blow had not been satisfying enough; it should have immediately dug out Heart from within the corpse before he died, witnessing it wriggle free.
The body still retained a trace of its original warmth.
But life had already ceased to be active, and this warmth would eventually fade away, returning to nothingness.
Emotions began to swell, and at that very moment, applause echoed through the air.
"Impressive, I have witnessed the terrifying nature of humanity," Vassal's voice drifted leisurely into the atmosphere.
"Vassal."
Pairs of resentful eyes were cast towards the sky, and upon seeing this, Vassal paused slightly.
These eyes filled with resentment resembled those of its kin, carrying a bitterness that could chill one to the bone.
It was truly unexpected to feel such a sensation again from a mere handful of humans. Vassal shifted slightly, a look of incredulity appearing on its face.
Whenever that expression emerged, it signified that Vassal's judgment of cause and effect would be marked by significant leaps.
It was inherently an extraordinary life form; after gaining Thinking and wisdom, its mode of thought gradually transformed into another pattern.
"Impressive," Vassal remarked with a smile.
However, at that moment, the Wolfhead Mutant suddenly roared.
After killing Aludiba across from it, it seemed quite pleased with itself, making no effort to hide its claws capable of tearing flesh apart.
"Who else’s Heart shall I crush next?" the Wolfhead Mutant declared.
"No one, because the one who dies will only be yourself." A mysterious voice echoed from within the crowd.
The crowd immediately fell silent, parting to reveal Russell standing prominently among them.
"You," the Wolfhead Mutant shivered, eyeing the man approaching him.
"Still don't understand?" Russell asked again.
"Shut up! I didn't ask you to speak!"
The Wolfhead Mutant shouted, charging forward.
Whether it was fear in his heart or anger at the threat before him, his speed was so swift that no one present could catch a clear glimpse of his movement.
"Beasts are just beasts; their brains are always a step slower than their actions."
Russell's face showed a hint of mockery as he casually extended a finger and raised it forward.
Piercing through the shadows, an afterimage appeared, causing the Wolfhead Mutant to instinctively take a step back in fear.
However, that movement was still a beat too slow.
With a quick jab of his finger to the forehead, in an instant, the Wolfhead Mutant clutched his head and began to gag.
From gagging to vomiting blood, his facial expression gradually twisted as his eyes and nose began to shift out of place.
Soon, they would huddle together.
Blood flowed from the pores, and fine cracks began to appear along the edges of the head.
The Wolfhead Mutant itself was unaware, but soon, a roar erupted, and its entire body shattered into pieces.
“Third Brother!” The other two Mutants exclaimed in surprise, shouting simultaneously, “What have you done to him, you despicable person?”
“I did nothing; he was already dead. What you saw just now was merely a flicker of his final moments,” Russell sneered and said, “The only reason he lasted that long was due to his robust physique. So, compared to him, your strength isn’t much different.”
Stink Bug chuckled, “Hmph, of course! We are naturally stronger than him.”
“Unlike this fool who couldn’t even perceive such a simple move,” Radiation Mutant added with a gloating attitude.
“Oh? Then why don’t you both come at me together?”
Everyone expected Russell to choose one of them for a duel, but no one anticipated his seemingly suicidal decision.
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