Chapter 100

"Damn it, do you have to be so tough?"

Zhang Zilin was not killed by the martial artist's kick. Instead, he sat on the ground for a while before regaining his strength and standing up. He was surprised to find that the steel plate on his lower abdomen had also dented, showing how powerful the martial artist's kick had been. If someone else had taken that kick, they would probably have had their intestines and stomach torn apart.

The martial artist ignored Zhang Zilin, who was getting up, and changed his steps, charging towards Zhao Zhu. His target was Zhao Zhu, as he was Zhao Zhu's scapegoat, and his resentment towards Zhao Zhu was even greater!

The cards in front of Zhao Zhu quickly formed a floating barrier, creating a three-dimensional defense system. This defense system had been completely broken by Chen Fei in the parking lot, but now that Zhao Zhu's mental power had increased by two levels, he could control the cards more skillfully, making the card-based defense system even more solid and formidable.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The martial artist's attacks were fierce, and each punch and kick could send a dozen cards flying. However, Zhao Zhu quickly recalled the cards and set up new defenses. Although he seemed to be at a disadvantage, it was still very difficult for the martial artist to get close to Zhao Zhu in a short time.

Moreover, after Zhang Zilin stood up, the mechanical chain at his tail extended, and the steel plates on his body turned a deep red. His aura also suddenly increased. The martial artist's strength did not discourage Zhang Zilin; instead, it made him and Zhao Zhu more determined to form an alliance.

After all, it was clear that one person alone would find it very difficult to deal with a dead spirit whose strength had been significantly enhanced by the group leader.

While the martial artist was still playing the card-breaking game with Zhao Zhu, Zhang Zilin charged from behind the martial artist.

The martial artist's speed and agility were astonishing. He seemed to be continuing to clear the cards in front of him, but the moment Zhang Zilin got close, he exerted force from his spine, twisted his waist, and kicked with a powerful leg, creating a loud crack in the air. Then, he turned his body and delivered a devastating roundhouse kick to Zhang Zilin's back.

The air around them seemed to stagnate due to the kick, and the powerful internal energy spread out. If the martial artist had kicked a heavy truck, it would probably have been flipped several times.

However, Zhang Zilin did not fly away as he had before. The martial artist's foot did indeed land on Zhang Zilin's chest, but this time, something was different!

The steel plate on Zhang Zilin's chest melted into a thick, soft substance, like molten sugar. The martial artist's kick, though powerful, felt like a punch on a pillow, completely ineffective.

The martial artist's foot was almost entirely embedded in this soft substance. At the same time, Zhang Zilin let out a roar, and the melted steel plate on his chest solidified, trapping the martial artist's foot inside his body.

This was an extremely bizarre combat technique, causing great harm to both himself and the enemy!

Zhao Zhu understood that this was one of Zhang Zilin's trump cards. Given that Zhang Zilin, as a new member with only three mission completions, had the strength equivalent to a veteran with five mission completions, he must have many hidden techniques and trump cards.

"Quick, now's the time!"

Zhang Zilin bent his arms, grabbed the martial artist's leg, and shouted to Zhao Zhu.

Zhao Zhu didn't need to be reminded. He had already switched the cards from defense to offense. Thirty cards merged into three long snakes, and with his mental power fully activated, the card snakes attacked the martial artist at an incredible speed. After all, the true advantage of the cards was in offense, and defense was often a passive measure.

The martial artist let out a sharp growl, and his arms, legs, and even his head swelled up. This was the state of internal energy filling his body, a method of forcibly enhancing his strength by damaging his internal meridians. Only a dead spirit, knowing they would definitely dissipate within nine hours, would use this technique without hesitation.

The martial artist's strength almost doubled, and his leg exploded, creating a terrifying internal energy vortex. The vortex's force swept across Zhang Zilin, who let out a闷哼 and flew backward again, crashing through a wall. Blood and mechanical parts scattered, and he lay under the rubble, unconscious.

After dealing with Zhang Zilin in this extremely self-destructive way, the martial artist hesitated not a moment and self-destructed his second leg, gaining the momentum to launch himself at Zhao Zhu. Facing the three card snakes, the martial artist did not defend at all, completely ignoring Zhao Zhu's attacks.

With only his upper body and arms left, the martial artist's flesh was almost completely stripped away, one arm was severed, and his head was split open, but he was still alive. He poured all his remaining strength into his final palm strike, which was so powerful that any card that tried to destroy his arm was immediately deflected.

This was the martial artist's final killing move, a last-ditch effort after his death and resurrection. Perhaps the group leader had instilled a strong will in him: whoever killed him in life and used his skin to complete the mission must be killed, no matter what.

Under the martial artist's final palm strike, Zhao Zhu felt the air pressure around him suddenly increase, making it impossible to move. Zhao Zhu knew that if this palm strike hit him, his flesh and blood body would not withstand such a terrifying blow!

The martial artist's face was almost completely cut away by the cards, but at this moment, it seemed he was grinning fiercely!

However, if Zhang Zilin had a backup plan, could Zhao Zhu not have one?

When Zhao Zhu's strength was insufficient, he still managed to fight Chen Fei to a stalemate with a series of backup plans. The martial artist's style was indeed too straightforward, as evident from how he was easily killed by the girl at the beginning.

It seemed that while the group leader had significantly increased his strength, he had not improved his intelligence.

"Blood Seal, Seal!"

A flash of blood light appeared in Zhao Zhu's eyes, and a blood-colored mark appeared on his forehead. The mark floated up and imprinted itself on the martial artist's body.

At this moment, the martial artist, who was like a car accelerating down a hill, suddenly slammed on the brakes. The remaining flesh on his body was thrown off, and his bones began to crack and snap. His speed and pressure were drastically reduced, and Zhao Zhu, feeling the sudden lightness, used his mental power to quickly dodge to the side, almost flinging himself away.

In the end, the martial artist's final palm strike hit the wall with the window, and the entire wall, including the window, turned to dust and disappeared.

"Cough, cough..." Zhao Zhu covered his nose and coughed continuously on the ground. Then, the group leader's notification appeared in his mind:

"Main Forced Task 2 completed. Survive until the end of Main Forced Task 2, and the next phase of the task will be issued."

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