Four Split Personalities

Chapter 2625: Chapter 1241: Deadly Game·Hold (XVII) - Road to Survival_2

A few seconds later, the warrior with blood all over his face staggered to his feet, with the help of his companions, he laboriously took off the severely twisted helmet and looked angrily and incredulously at Fourteen, who was smiling and waving at him from a distance.

Clearly, he had no idea what method Fourteen used to attack him; otherwise, his emotion wouldn’t be ’anger and disbelief’ but ’fear and disbelief.’

"That’s right."

Fourteen nodded in satisfaction, looked down at his right hand, which had just thrown a stone, and murmured, "Even I myself... don’t know how strong I am now."

[You’re freaking scary now, big brother!]

[Damn, you can hurt people just by picking flowers and flying leaves!]

Motan and Double Leaf both internally made some rather uncivilized complaints, then exchanged a glance once more, secretly communicating with each other.

The general content was:

Double Leaf licked her lips lightly: This guy is troublesome, I’m scared.

Motan exhaled softly through his nose: So, our plan...

Double Leaf furrowed her brows, then relaxed, then furrowed them again: From my side, if we attack suddenly, we should be able to catch him off guard. What about your poison arrow?

Motan pursed his lips, squinting slightly: As long as it hits, it should work; the key issue is the final blow.

Double Leaf exhaled slowly, averting her gaze: I can’t guarantee it, we can only do our best and leave the rest to fate. As the saying goes, when the boat reaches the bridge, it naturally straightens, although it might also naturally sink.

Motan slightly tightened his grip on the girl’s shoulder: He seems to be... demonstrating, doesn’t he?

Double Leaf covertly pouted and slowly closed her eyes: Nonsense, if he’s not demonstrating, could he be here to put on a monkey show for us? Alright, alright, let’s adjust our state quickly; the location will be here.

...

In short, after a round of ’communication’ behind Fourteen, which was done without making any sound or large movements, but somehow made both parties intuitively understand each other’s thoughts, Motan and Double Leaf stopped interacting. The one holding the other focused on Fourteen to watch the show, while the one being held closed her eyes to rest and recover her strength while sneakily ’preparing.’

Meanwhile, the small team leader of the Gray Lizard Hunting, who made a decisive decision at the first moment to order everyone to march at full speed and engage in close combat with the trio in the distance, also charged over with his team. His thought process was simple: since the trio was important enough to be covered with such overwhelming firepower, if he could just rush over and engage in short-range combat with them, it would be difficult for the enemy to unleash such indiscriminate attacks again.

This was a relatively correct choice, but it didn’t mean that the small team leader was particularly smart. After all, if it were Motan and Double Leaf, their first reaction wouldn’t be ’find a way to avoid bombardment again,’ but ’Why are those three guys not taking the opportunity to run away? Aren’t they about to pull something shady?’

But the trio didn’t play it shady.

Motan and Double Leaf were purely watching the show, as for Fourteen, who ’himself didn’t know how powerful he was,’ he seemed quite eager to have a head-on confrontation with those charging Gray Lizard Hunting and observers.

And then... well, then he really charged out for a head-on.

The opening strike was a simple straightforward punch.

Fourteen appeared to take an incredibly slow step forward, and then he was eerily right in front of the Gray Lizard Hunting small team leader, who had already charged within a five-meter radius of the trio. He slowly lifted his right fist and sent it forward.

As if in slow motion, the ginormous Horse-slaying Saber in the small team leader’s hand began to crack from the blade’s edge upon contact with Fourteen’s right fist, and in an instant, it shattered into countless fragments that were sent flying into the air.

Then, the fist, seemingly unimpeded, continued onward, piercing straight through the opponent’s armor, which was at least five centimeters thick, stopping against the small team leader’s chest, whose eyes were about to pop out.

Following that, an invisible force, like an explosive current, burst out from behind the small team leader, faintly revealing a touch of pale red mist.

Immediately, the small team leader, who had no time to grab his backup weapon, fell to the ground with wide-open eyes, no longer breathing.

And the Toxic-Horned Lizards, who were mentally linked with their owner, let out a screech. Their gray-white sharp horns on the forehead quickly turned to a glaring blood red, and under its heavy body’s propulsion, it aimed directly at Fourteen’s chest.

Even though it was only at an initial advanced stage as a Demon Beast, under proper nurture, the Toxic-Horned Lizards could detonate the venom stored in its horns instantaneously. With a cooldown period of half a month, if its [Poison Fire Explosion] were to land successfully, it could exhibit a power far exceeding the average level of its kind, and this mount, just having lost its owner and attacking with a death wish, had reached the high-order pinnacle in its horn’s power.

And then it got caught by a massive hand and smashed into the ground.

Meanwhile, Motan, who had been keeping an eye on Fourteen, fixated his gaze on that hand in that instant.

It was a drastically disproportionate hand, enormous enough to cover half of Fourteen’s body. The Toxic-Horned Lizards that had just leapt up with all its strength was effortlessly pressed back to the ground, then lifted up as if weightless, and was smashed down again, directly blowing up its head, sending a dramatic burst of blood into the air.

[Ten times... and it shouldn’t even be the limit.]

Motan exchanged a glance with Fourteen as he turned to grin at him, then refocused on Fourteen’s hand that had returned to normal, feeling a vague unease.

It wasn’t the terrifying destructive power of the hand or how the blue veins after enlargement were almost as thick as Mei Fu’s waist that unsettled him. In fact, neither the unremarkable punch before nor the somewhat shocking ’Partial Multiplication Technique’ afterward exceeded the expectations of Motan and Double Leaf, being solidly ’Epic Tier.’

What really troubled him was Fourteen’s effortless demeanor completing this series of actions.

That kind of composure made it hard for Motan to believe this was even close to Fourteen’s limit.

You see, normally, when one’s dominant right fist suddenly swells tenfold, including basic coefficients like weight also increasing nearly tenfold, whoever can wield such a ’skill’ would find it somewhat uncomfortable in a short time due to the body’s sense of incongruity. Even if one could barely manage that power, it would be impossible to do so as effortlessly as Fourteen did.

It’s as if... manipulating a hand that had swelled to such a degree was no different for him than using it normally.

For a straightforward example, in Motan’s understanding, this scenario is akin to the difference between a normal person making a call with a cell phone and using a dumbbell weighing several kilos. Although both can be lifted, the physical sensation is worlds apart. It’s doable in the short term but exhausting over a prolonged period, like talking long distance with a girlfriend—it wouldn’t harm the bones, but would definitely leave one sore for days.

Yet Fourteen seemed like the difference between an adult waving a toothpick versus a box of toothpicks—essentially, no difference.

It’s somewhat terrifying...

[Is it some secret technique unknown to many? Or simply an innate advantage? Speaking of which, Haru knows pathetically little about this Fourteen character too, besides knowing he’s strong and likely from the Sea Tribe, there’s almost no useful information.]

Motan’s brain spun rapidly, engaging in a ’futile’ calculation since the plan couldn’t be changed anymore.

Meanwhile, Double Leaf, nestled in his arms and always dividing some attention to observe the battle, wore an equally unpredictable expression.

As the final boss of this [Path of Survival] script, the strength Fourteen displayed up to this moment remained like the sea—deep and unfathomable.

Chapter 1241: End