Four Split Personalities

"Wangdeka!"

Ya Ya roared, her eyes bloodshot as she murmured something under her breath. Suddenly, a rainbow glimmer flashed across her body, and her originally ear-length silver-gray hair extended to her waist, cascading down her back. This included Ya Ya’s beast ears, tail, and her exposed thighs, all shimmering with a metallic luster.

Dragon Language Magic • Multicolored Dragon Scales—a variant: Dog Language Magic • Colorful Wang Scales!

Under some mysterious influence, the substantial increase in magic resistance and immunity against all low-rank spells that came with the original Multicolored Dragon Scales had completely vanished. In their place, Ya Ya gained Reinforced Iron Bone, allowing parts of her like her hair and tail to become as hard as iron under specific circumstances, not inferior to conventional weapons.

As for the slight reduction in movement speed and the tremendous increase in physical exertion, these side effects didn’t actually impose any additional burden on the girl at the moment, because if she were to continue fighting Sergei in the condition she had been in before, he definitely would have knocked her down before she tired out.

In fact, even with Ya Ya using the Dog Language Magic • Colorful Wang Scales, it wouldn’t pose any threat to Sergei.

"Interesting ability, I guess this isn’t a racial talent of yours, huh?"

Sergei casually flicked aside the Uranium Bomb Balls that Ji Xiaoge threw at him, sliced open two strands of tough and firm noodle webs with his fingers shaped like a knife, then leisurely sidestepped half a step, narrowly avoiding the heavy hammer that Ya Ya smashed down and said with an easy smile, "But I must remind you, you adorable little bitch, sacrificing speed for increased resistance in front of an overwhelmingly stronger close-combat fighter is definitely a bad move."

"Watch your mouth!"

Ji Xiaoge angrily dove down, firing out bursts from a toaster during her dive, but the bread, hard as iron, didn’t even manage to break his defense and were all deflected by Sergei’s protective Qi Force without exception.

"Don’t worry, you’re next, beautiful little bird."

Sergei didn’t even glance at Ji Xiaoge, simply parrying Ya Ya’s frenzied combos with one hand, effortlessly circling around her, and then, when an extremely exhausted Ya Ya revealed her first opening...

Wham!

Sergei’s plain punch landed on Ya Ya’s shoulder. Although protected by the Dog Language Magic, Ya Ya, unlike Motan and Jadka, wasn’t severely injured instantly but inevitably lost her balance and staggered to the side.

Immediately after, Sergei lightly imprinted a palm on her lower abdomen.

There was no sound of breaking air, no roaring thunder, no Qi force extending out; this palm strike was precise but neither swift nor fierce. It wasn’t aimed at taking advantage during her armored abdomen, and overall, it lacked any momentum, and even Ya Ya didn’t realize she had been struck at first.

Until two seconds later, when she spat out several dark red blood clots...

"You bastard... what did you do to me... urk..."

Ya Ya’s body shook violently, she clutched her stomach and knelt down, blackish blood foaming from her mouth as she glared fiercely at Sergei, who was slowly retracting his palm.

Sergei laughed and spread his hands, "Nothing much, just a little trick to impact your internal organs slightly, don’t worry, it won’t cause any permanent damage. After all, both you and that beautiful little bird can still create considerable value for the consortium."

Sergei wasn’t lying. Although he had employed a technique to bypass superficial defenses and cause localized damage within Ya Ya’s organs, he hadn’t been lethal, so proper treatment could completely heal her in two or three months, not affecting the quality of the ’merchandise’ the girl would turn into.

Of course, she was undeniably out of the fight for the short term; no matter how tough Ya Ya’s constitution was, continuing the battle under such severe internal injuries was impossible...

"Create value my ass!"

Ya Ya suddenly stood up, lifting the two-handed hammer in her hands, and fiercely smashed it towards Sergei’s groin.

If that gear-studded large wheel had really hit home, whether it would cause paralysis was one issue, but the victim would certainly have had a hard time continuing as a normal man for the rest of his life.

However, Sergei naturally wouldn’t fall to this attack—not that he had ever practiced any secret techniques at Protect-Groin Mountain, but because Ya Ya’s strike, though thunderous, was several levels lower in both strength and speed than before. Sergei, who even in full strength wasn’t afraid of the dog-girl’s strike, certainly wasn’t daunted by this last-ditch counterattack.

He was merely surprised that this girl could still manage an attack at all, since with her trifling strength, after taking that hit from him earlier, she shouldn’t even be able to speak clearly, let alone swing a hammer.

But surprise aside, Sergei swiftly dodged Ya Ya’s hammer and, with a bit more force, punched her away to a distance of seven or eight meters, exacerbating her injuries to ensure she definitely couldn’t stand up any time soon.

"Quite tenacious. Perhaps sending you to the headquarters’ black workshop as a test subject wouldn’t be too bad."