After all, Demon Mountain isnāt a large monster and canāt repair its legs.
The configuration of the three-dimensional maneuvering device is meant for large monsters, not for humanoid monsters.
The opponent saw through the operation mode of this device and dared to disable their own āweaponā.
This way, I canāt attack upwards, canāt connect damage downwards, and the biological energy I have canāt be converted into actual effects, isnāt that just useless?
No wonder heās an old slicker from Mother City, honed by fighting the Rebel Army; if it were a B-level Radiation Beast, it might have already taken ninety-nine moves from me.
"Savage, werenāt you just acting arrogant?"
"Come on, tell us more about your plans!"
"What did you call yourself just now, a Hunter? Who are you planning to hunt?!"
"Commoners from the Radiation Zone, pet dogs kept by the Security Corps!"
Gao Gong didnāt mind; he was an old rogue. Besides, if he couldnāt handle some insults, how could he mix in the universe in the future?
It was the Mechanical Hunters watching from the sidelines who were clenching their teeth, eyes burning with fire.
Gao Gong was now the hope of the Mechanical Hunters, the new limit for this professional group. Now that this ālimitā was being brutally beaten, the feeling was indescribable.
Itās like seeing a goddess being domestically abused by another man.
Angry, extremely angry!
Daisila pressed down Matsushima Keiko, who was about to rush up and cut people, and squeezed out words from between her teeth.
"Donāt create trouble; going up will only get in the way!"
"Beast! Beast! Iām going to cut him!" Matsushima Keikoās face was red with anger, and her chest was heaving with rage.
The more you defend, the more likely you are to lose. Demon Mountain found an opportunity, crushed a three-dimensional maneuvering device with one hand, and forcibly tore another single-molecule rope.
Then he grabbed Gao Gongās head and slammed it hard onto the Radiation Beast corpse, his body falling as his knee heavily hit Gao Gongās abdomen.
"See, youāre no different from them."
"There is still some difference, isnāt there."
Gao Gong suddenly reached out, and the terrifying radiation black tide surged again; however, Demon Mountain dodged it with dexterity not befitting his size, stopping fifty meters away.
"This is your last move, isnāt it!?" Demon Mountain mocked.
The reason for this Fierce Tiger Generalās irritability was one reason; another reason was that he wanted to provoke Gao Gong into a desperate fight.
Without a leader, people donāt act; without a head, birds donāt fly. Solve him, and all problems would be solved.
He knew the opponentās recovery ability was terrifying, but once someone gets into a life-death struggle, what use is recovery ability?
Suppress Gao Gong with moral principles so he canāt run away.
Provoke Gao Gong with words to fight desperately.
Kill him, break the spine of the Mechanical Hunter, and find out the technique to tame beasts from his subordinates.
And avoid a true war.
Kill three birds with one stone!
Gao Gong glanced at his opponent, fished out a cigarette from his depleted pocket, put it in his blood-mottled face, pinched his fingers, and lit it.
"Sigh, why push a man too far."
"Why not make peace and prosperity, wouldnāt that be better?"
"Iām not competing with you for the boss."
Gao Gong blew out a smoke ring, and the next moment, the terrifying black tide covered everything again.
However, this time, the black tide was exceptionally dense, and the mad black fire began to burn within the ātideā, the flamesā ātipsā glimmered with bits of white light.
āIs he going for broke?ā
Demon Mountain rejoiced in his heart.
The next moment, the black fire gathered toward Gao Gongās body, and within the radiation flames, Gao Gong grunted, his waist tearing open as the sharp tips of wings made of iron bone slowly squeezed out.
Blood loss accelerated.
But the third pair of blade limbs failed to squeeze out.
āWowā
Finally, Gao Gong spat out a large mouthful of bloody water, the āblade limb prototypeā retracting.
[You lost 130 blood points]
"As expected, Reaper Cells have their limits, mutated to the extreme, huh."
Seeing this, Demon Mountain was more certain of his judgment; the opponentās body strength couldnāt support the injection of such massive biological energy.
Just like a B-level Radiation Beast forcibly controlling a Beast Tide, it would burst to death.
So, the lowest level for a Beast Tide is A-level.
Gao Gong spat blood again; this time, countless blood threads shot out from him as he spat.
āThe side effects of mutation, like those Biological Warriors?ā
A trace of thought flashed through Demon Mountainās eyes, so, the failure of Biological Transformated Warriors wasnāt a trap set by the opponent?
"You might have misunderstood something."
Gao Gong picked up the cigarette butt from the pool of blood, shook it off, and stuck it back in his mouth.
"Did you think I was trying to make peace through fighting, or relying on beasts arrogantly or something?"
"Isnāt it?" Demon Mountain snorted coldly, questioning.
"Then youāve misunderstood a bit," Gao Gong squinted, "Iām actually here this time to truly flip the table."
"What do you have to overturn the table with?"
"Good question," Gao Gong nodded at the opposite side, opposite was a huge Radiation Beast corpse, the Seven-Colored Winged Dragon.
"A dead body, a corpse with only bones left?" Demon Mountain laughed loudly.
Gao Gong was unconcerned: "You should have heard, in previous battles, I temporarily controlled this giant beast."
"But what you probably donāt know is how I controlled it, just by manipulating the neural system?"
Demon Mountainās expression began to change.
He vaguely sensed something was wrong.
Because that Seven-Colored Winged Dragon and the huge corpse behind Gao Gong were starting to emit surging radiation radiance.
Half black, half white.
"I could have upgraded long ago; why have I been suppressing my level, precisely because I want to walk the carbon-based + mechanical stream path."
"Why walk this path? Because it can fight."
"Why can it fight? Because it can transform."
"Donāt believe it? Then let me transform for you to see."
Demon Mountain no longer intended to listen to Gao Gongās words; a strong sense of unease made him decide to kill Gao Gong.
However, in the next moment, the terrifying āBeast Tideā launched again, forcing Demon Mountain to cross his arms to block the Energy Tide, violently pushing him outside the ruins.
He only vaguely saw, under the influence of the Energy Tide, the complete three tail wings of the Seven-Colored Winged Dragon started to slowly detach, then embed one by one.
At some point, numerous blood threads shot out from Gao Gong along with his blood spurt.
āMutational side effects, like those Biological Warriors?ā
A look of thought appeared in Demon Mountainās eyes, so, was the failure of the Biological Transformated Warriors not a trap set by the opponent?
"You may misunderstand something."
Gao Gong lifted his right arm, and numerous red silk threads pierced the giant beastās corpse.
This B-level Mechanical Beast was called the Iron-Backed Flying Dragon, its hardest part being its biological alloy spinal bone.
Next, the terrible āBeast Tideā launched once again, forcing Demon Mountain to block the Energy Tide with crossed arms, violently pushing him outside the ruins.
Demon Mountain then saw only momentarily as the three intact tailfins of the Seven-Colored Winged Dragon began to slowly detach under the force of the Energy Tide, then inserted one by one.
At some point, numerous blood threads shot out from Gao Gongās body.
The blood threads, under the influence, re-grew the four blade limbs, also patched by the black feathers.
The iron bone blade wings turned into āFallen Angel Wingsā.
Professor Han, who had been watching this battle from a distance, suddenly froze.
"The ability of the Brain-in-a-Vat."
"What is it?" Demon Mountain asked casually.
Gao Gong looked at the opponent and spat out a mouthful of bloody water.
"The Reaper Cells also have limits, have they mutated to the limit?"
Demon Mountain saw this, and his judgment was more certain; the opponentās physical strength could not carry such a massive injection of biological energy.
Without a strong physique, no amount of energy could be turned into a powerful weapon.
He thought that the other sideās flesh could not bear such terrifying biological energy.
The sky above soon filled with dark clouds, with dancing thunder snakes.
Under the dark clouds, in the terrifying black tide, a muffled figure slowly emerged, holding a mechanical spear, as the six black wings kept flapping.
The scene before them reflected fear in everyoneās eyes.
On that day
The white glow burned on the black wings.
This is the power that belongs to the A-level Radiation Beast.
Gao Gong took a slight tilt of his head.
"Did you think I said what?"
"Let me tell you, I am the Hunter."
"And you are the Prey."