These two were obviously killers and very experienced fighters, attacking from the left and right, from above and below.
However, in Liang Yuanâs eyes, all of this was too slow.
Liang Yuanâs spiritual power, reaching as high as 7.7, operated at nearly seven times the thinking speed of an ordinary person.
To Liang Yuan, their movements, footsteps, even their breathing, seemed to be seven times slower!
Whooshââ!
Liang Yuan moved, and in an instant, the sound of breaking through the air rang out.
Boomââ!
Swish!
In the span of two odd sounds, no one even saw Liang Yuanâs move, only to find he had already passed through the two men.
The two stumbled like wooden statues, and suddenly, someone with sharp eyes saw that the man on the left had his head pierced by a steel crowbar.
The man on the right had no visible wounds on his body.
Both of them collapsed to the ground at almost the same moment.
Liang Yuan didnât even look back. He turned to Chen Hong: "Your turn."
Chen Hong shivered: "Strength type? No, speed type!"
"Run! Run fast!"
At that moment, this usually fierce and feared killer chose to flee without hesitation!
Killing ordinary people was like slaughtering chickens and dogs to him, showing no mercy.
But when faced with Liang Yuan, he was the chicken or dog.
At that moment, all his killer reputation, all his fierceness as Brother Hong, became useless.
All he wanted was to run!
He knew too well the horror of mutant ability users.
"Ahââ"
"Brother Hong, save me..."
"Spare me, spare..."
The cries and screams of his subordinates continually echoed behind him.
But no one could finish a full sentence.
Chen Hong felt a chill run down his spine, and he ran for his life with all his might.
"Run! Escape fast!"
"If he catches me, Iâll die!"
His thoughts raced as his heels nearly hit his buttocks.
His fleeing posture was extremely frantic.
Thud!
A sudden dull sound, and the next moment, Chen Hong felt one of his legs go numb.
He uncontrollably fell forward.
Boom!
His head hit the ground, immediately splitting open and bleeding.
"Ahââ"
The intense pain made him scream, and he hurriedly tried to get up.
But then a sharp pain emanated from his left leg too.
He turned his head and screamed in terror: "My leg, my leg!"
His left leg, from below the knee, had been chopped off by an axe!
The axe was embedded in the floor, and his lower leg fell to the side, covered in blood.
Terrified, Chen Hong propped himself up with his hands, hopping on one leg, supporting himself on the wall to keep fleeing.
As he escaped, he shouted: "Iâm under Brother Zeâs protection, you canât kill me, if you do, Brother Ze wonât let you go!"
"Brother Ze is also a mutant ability user, you canât beat him, heâll kill you."
He continued to shout and threaten.
Liang Yuan casually caught up.
He raised the crowbar in his hand once more.
Whoosh!
With a swing, the sound of air breaking exploded.
The crowbar directly pierced through Chen Hongâs chest.
Chen Hong screamed in agony, falling to the ground once again.
He wasnât dead yet and kept crawling with all his limbs.
The corridor was stained with his blood, mixing with seawater, and dispersing into the floods on both sides.
Attracting a large group of mutant fish to jump crazily in the water.
Liang Yuan walked up behind Chen Hong and stepped on his back.
Chen Hong clawed at the ground desperately. This once feared killer was now full of terror, his face covered in tears and snot.
"Spare me, spare me, I wonât dare again. I really wonât dare again."
Liang Yuan picked up the crowbar on the ground, aimed it slowly at the back of his head, and said: "Youâve heard this kind of plea many times, havenât you?"
"Did you ever spare those people back then?"
"I was wrong, I know I was wrong, Boss Liang, Iâll do anything you say, just please, let me go."
"I was just a delivery guy, I was bullied for too long, I really donât dare anymore."
This serial killer Chen Hong, feared by all, was merely a delivery man before the great flood.
Living at the bottom of society, he had faced unfair treatment and bullying.
After the great flood, with no law or moral constraints.
The darkest side of his heart was unleashed.
Robbery, rape, he committed all kinds of crimes.
Power in hand, he killed mercilessly.
But little did he know, in othersâ eyes, he was nothing but an evil dog beside Wang Ze.
Liang Yuan ignored his pleading and coldly asked: "Where is Wang Ze? What is his mutant ability?"
Chen Hong suddenly raised his head and hurriedly asked: "If I tell you, will you let me go?"
Liang Yuan sneered: "Sure."
An instant of joy flashed across Chen Hongâs face, but he soon realized Liang Yuan was surely deceiving him.
He immediately begged: "I will tell you everything I know, just let me live."
"Wang Zeâs ability is very powerful, no one can break it. Even if you have speed-type mutant abilities, youâll only meet death facing him."
"Without me, you canât defeat him. Youâll die at his hands."
Chen Hong kept pleading, continuously talking about how terrifying Wang Ze was.
Liang Yuan frowned slightly and coldly said: "Then tell me, where is he terrifying?"
"Save me first, help me first..."
Chen Hong wouldnât yield, still bargaining. He felt his breathing becoming more difficult.
The bleeding hole in his chest had punctured his lung.
With his lung function failing and losing blood from his severed leg, he couldnât hold on any longer.
Liang Yuan looked at him impassively and said: "You wonât survive. Instead of dying alone, why not take Wang Ze with you? Tell me."