Super Gene Hunting Ground

"Yang Xiao, you are indeed somewhat formidable, but do you think this is enough to escape my pursuit? You are too naive."

Yang Xiao suddenly laughed and said,

"I have never thought of escaping your pursuit because I never planned to run. This is the City of Hope, I am the City Lord, where would I flee to?

On the contrary, I’m actually worried about you."

"Worried about me? What a joke, what do you have to worry about?"

"I’m worried you’ll run away!"

"..."

Mr. Eight was furious!

"Haha, indeed arrogant. Kid, let me show you the power of your Eighth Grandfather today; you won’t escape becoming a pulp."

After Mr. Eight finished speaking, the surrounding space suddenly fluctuated, and dense black air spread.

The crowd watching from a thousand meters away suddenly felt a soul-stirring pressure and began to retreat.

Poison Snake said,

"Mr. Eight is about to use his ultimate move, Ghost Claw Eighteen Continuous Strikes!"

Mang Ci froze for a moment,

"The last time I saw Mr. Eight’s Ghost Claw Eighteen Continuous Strikes was three years ago, when he killed the City Lord of Luoye City. I’m kind of excited!"

...

Several kilometers away, on the third floor of Hope Inn, Liu Xing stood by the window, gazing at the distant sky, his expression grave.

Just now, Yang Xiao and Mr. Eight exchanged a palm and a claw; from the explosion sound he heard with his Divine Sense, Liu Xing realized that their combat power was evenly matched.

"Both still have hidden cards; it’s all about who truly wins. If Mr. Eight wins, Yang Xiao is undoubtedly dead,

but if Yang Xiao wins, the matter becomes significant."

...

"Ah!"

With a roar, Mr. Eight’s silhouette flashed, charging towards Yang Xiao, simultaneously flipping his hands, sending dozens of meter-long ghost claw shadows hurtling towards Yang Xiao relentlessly.

Within a thousand meters, wind and clouds surged, killing aura soared.

The spectators retreated once again.

Yang Xiao sneered coldly, his hands flying, executing Shaolin Dragon Subduing and Elephant Taming Divine Skill in conjunction with Dharma Divine Palm, striking towards the overwhelming ghost claws.

In an instant, palm prints filled the sky before Yang Xiao, intertwined with the overwhelming ghost claw shadows.

"Boom, boom, boom...."

The continuous sound of explosions rang out, jolting people with ringing ears, dizziness, and unnerving palpitations.

Those below the Empire Level Realm had to cover their ears and quickly flee the scene.

Mr. Eight’s ghost claws, one followed by another, with each claw growing in power, seemed poised to shatter the entire sky.

Yang Xiao suddenly felt something was wrong.

After taking six claws consecutively, the pressure brought by the ghost claws increased, the killing aura intensified.

Yang Xiao operated the Shaolin Ancient Martial Dragon Subduing and Elephant Taming Divine Skill, plus Dharma Divine Palm, initially barely resisting Mr. Eight’s ghost claws. However, after six moves, Yang Xiao nearly reached his limit.

"Damn!"

Yang Xiao was startled and promptly activated the "Enhancement" Soul Skill, instantly boosting his four genetic attributes by fifty percent, drastically increasing his power, the killing aura unleashed by Dharma Divine Palm was incredibly fierce.

"Boom, boom, boom,,,"

Another six consecutive claws,

all of Mr. Eight’s ghost claws were shattered by Yang Xiao.

Mr. Eight was shocked internally.

Based on past experience, opponents of the same level in genetic evolution, after consecutively resisting his first five or six claws, would find it hard to withstand the successive ghost claws.

Unexpectedly, this kid Yang Xiao actually managed to resist twelve claws consecutively.

This kid is indeed extremely formidable.

In the blink of an eye, Mr. Eight let out a long howl, exhausted all his evolution energy, rapidly unleashed the final six claws.

The eighteen ghost claw strikes can be divided into three segments, each segment consisting of six claws, with each successive segment featuring considerably greater attack power.

...

With Wanyan Bai’s help, Flying Tiger consumed a Healing Elixir Medicine, and has now regained his Qi, able to stand independently.

Chen Peng, Le Ting, Fan Chen, and others had all gathered together, tensely watching the battle between Yang Xiao and Mr. Eight.

"Flying Tiger, in your opinion, can the boss defeat Mr. Eight?"

Flying Tiger froze for a moment, then shouted aloud,

"Absolutely he must! If the boss doesn’t win, is that bastard supposed to win?"

"Flying Tiger, now is not the time for sentiments. We need objective judgment; if the boss loses, we must prepare for action, join hands to kill Mr. Eight."

"Exactly, after Mr. Eight and Yang Xiao’s duel, they will be severely depleted; it’s the perfect opportunity to kill him."

Le Ting suddenly said a sentence,

"If we kill Mr. Eight from the Dark Web, what if Mr. Master from the Dark Web brings others over, what then?"

"..."

Everyone was taken aback, glancing at each other as a chill crept into their hearts.

Flying Tiger muttered,

"To hell with it, let’s kill this birdman first!"

"Send someone to notify Elder Qi and Black Wood to return urgently."

"I’ve already sent guards to notify them; I estimate they’ll return soon."

...

Mang Ci and Poison Snake suddenly felt a wave of tension, an inexplicable anxiety.

As the third and second rankings on the Dark Web assassin list, they rarely felt such unexplainable fear.

"Luckily, we didn’t recklessly attempt to assassinate Yang Xiao. Looking at the situation, Yang Xiao’s combat power is terrifying, far beyond our imagination."

"I think he’s not just at the Emperor Level Primary Level Realm, this person is deep and unreadable."

"Can Mr. Eight be victorious?"

"I don’t know, but it’ll come to a close soon."

...

In the third-floor suite of the Hope Inn, Liu Xing looked at the two figures in the distant sky, listening to the rising and falling sounds of explosions, an inexplicable fear was growing inside him.

Usually calm and composed, he now found himself unable to determine the outcome between Yang Xiao and Mr. Eight.

Liu Xing and Mr. Eight were both at the Emperor Level Primary Level Realm.

If he had to compare their combat power, Liu Xing was confident he wouldn’t lose to Mr. Eight.

When Yang Xiao and Mr. Eight were battling, Liu Xing actually imagined himself as one of them,

If he were Mr. Eight, how would he defeat Yang Xiao?

If he were Yang Xiao, how would he break Mr. Eight’s Ghost Claw Eighteen Continuous Strikes?

Even from kilometers away, Liu Xing could roughly see the two’s attacks.

...

Mr. Eight let out a long howl, launching the last six ghost claw strikes, the sky suddenly dimmed, and dark clouds pressed down on the city.

Yang Xiao’s "Enhancement" Soul Skill could last for half an hour, maintaining a fifty percent increase in four genetic attributes during that time.

Now, Yang Xiao once again felt the immense pressure transmitted by Ghost Claw, several times stronger than before.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang..."

Mr. Eight unleashed six massive black ghost claws in one breath, lining them straight towards Yang Xiao.

Yang Xiao shouted,

"Kill!"

The Soul Skill "Burst" activated instantly, temporarily doubling his combat power.

He transformed his palm to a fist, man and fist together, lightning-fast, charging towards the six straight-lined massive black ghost claws.

In a flash, everyone saw Yang Xiao carrying a golden glow, sharply cutting through the void.

"Screech—"

A piercing and sharp explosion boomed,

Yang Xiao punched through the six massive ghost claws, directly arriving in front of Mr. Eight.

Mr. Eight was shocked, hastily striking at Yang Xiao while activating the defense light screen, using the Instantaneous Technique to escape.

However, it was too late!

Yang Xiao’s speed was too fast, and indeed quite unexpected.

Mr. Eight never imagined Yang Xiao would pierce through six massive ghost claws in an instant and appear in front of him.

This is impossible, it’s not scientific!

"Bang!"

An explosive sound erupted,

Yang Xiao punched Mr. Eight in the chest.

Mr. Eight let out a scream, his body flying backward violently.

"Boom!"

Mr. Eight’s body landed within the city a kilometer away, demolishing several houses on the ground, debris flying, dust filling the air, and a hundred-meter-diameter crater appeared on the ground.

The entire City of Hope became deathly silent at that moment, pin-drop silence, time seemed to stand still, everyone incredulously stared at Yang Xiao hanging in mid-air, jaws dropped, eyes wide open.

Only after several dozen seconds did thunderous cheers erupt, and the whole city boiled over.

"Yeah!"

"Good!"

Mang Ci couldn’t help but shout, immediately feeling he’d misspoken, covering his mouth with his hand.

Beside him, Poison Snake’s body trembled slightly, taking a deep breath, face grim, glancing at Mang Ci, he said,

"Yang Xiao’s troubles have gotten big."

"You mean, with Mr. Eight dead, Mr. Master will definitely come personally?"

"What do you think? When has our Dark Web Organization suffered such a loss in the Central Continent? If we don’t settle Yang Xiao, how can our Dark Web Organization continue to thrive?"

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