At that ti, the Nest City security team imdiately reacted, evacuating the victims and calling in a large number of neuro-dical expert doctors.
In the end, however, over a thousand people died under the 170 grams of aerosolized toxic gas, and nearly ten thousand were left permanently disabled.
But at this very mont, the ginger toxic gas released by Enfield was at least 500 grams.
This was undoubtedly enough to put an Apprentice Death God at death's door.
"Hey, hurry up and end the duel. Drag him off now, and he might still have a chance to be saved."
Enfield turned his head and shouted at the supposed match announcer above: "If it's even slightly delayed, once the neurotoxin invades the brain, not even a god descending could save him..."
"..."
"Boom!"
Before his words were fully spoken, the gigantic snake ford from the toxic mist was suddenly torn apart as if by so imnse force!
Imdiately, a towering figure erged from the gap in the toxic mist, exuding an astonishing aura, charging at the unprepared Enfield!
The latter didn't even have ti to react before being hit squarely in the back, sending him flying like a kite with a broken string, tumbling off the platform without the slightest chance to respond!
"Round One, Colonel Grigory wins! The Main Combatant on the left loses a Chessman!"
As the words fell, in the dumbfounded gaze of everyone, the high platform beneath the middle-aged man rumbled and sank several ters on the spot.
But at this mont, no one noticed the situation on the high platform.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on that tall figure, filled with bewildernt and confusion.
Undoubtedly, the owner of the figure was Colonel Grigory.
He had charged out from the toxic mist, his iron fist wrapped in green toxic liquid shining with a silver sheen.
But how was this possible?
From the residual green liquid on his eyes, nose, and mouth, it was clear the toxic mist had invaded his body.
Even a millionth of a milligram should be lethal, and with at least a few hundred grams invading his body, traces of the toxin were evident all over him.
Yet, why was he completely unaffected...? And why could he blast a Tier Three Apprentice Death God off the platform with a single punch, directly expelling Enfield?
This was simply... unbelievable!
Even Enfield himself found it sowhat baffling.
Nevertheless, Yun You, possessing the Information Reconnaissance Chip, noticed so clues.
Colonel Grigory, like the Apprentice Death God, wasn't "human."
Or rather, they weren't purely human, unlike mortals who rely on normal biological functions to sustain life.
Their bodies had undergone extensive modification, with iron prosthetic limbs replacing their hands, and legs replaced by chanical ones. They not only had a miniature nuclear fusion reactor as an energy source but also nurous body enhancent components, significantly boosting their physique and enabling them to enter an overload state in a very short ti, gaining the power to match an Apprentice Death God.
As for their internal organs, they were entirely replaced by functional artificial ones, not only possessing the capabilities of normal organs but also various additional functions.
For example, their chanically modified stomach could dissolve iron, converting all protein and radiation into energy, storing it within the body to cope with extre battlefield conditions lacking food supplies.
And for their lungs, they could, if necessary, photosynthesize like plants, converting carbon dioxide or other oxygen-containing gases into oxygen for themselves and those around them.
As for the heart, it could beat at a specific frequency to transmit confidential information and freely control blood circulation speed to manage the power output of Grigory's body.
One could say, except for the brain, the at on Grigory's body wouldn't even be enough to stir-fry a dish.
No wonder Enfield's toxic gas had no effect on Grigory. Neurotoxins could destroy biological nerves, but every single nerve on Grigory's body had been replaced with electronic neural chains, not made of protein, making them impervious to the so-called toxic gas's effects.
The only hope for the ginger toxic gas was to find a way to invade Grigory's head, targeting his brain, as that was the only part of the colonel that was still sowhat "human."
But how could the colonel not be aware of this? He had already, at the mont the toxic gas spread, voluntarily cut off the oxygen supply to his brain from other parts of his body, activating a self-circulating system in his brain, and sealed off his cranial space with hard nanotal plates.
No matter how cunning the gas might be, it couldn't infiltrate his impenetrable skull!
As for physical prowess... his physical prowess naturally couldn't compare with Enfield at full strength, but when the opponent was completely off guard, stealthily knocking him off the duel arena was entirely feasible.
Thus, he had deliberately prepared a disguise, and concealed his presence in the ginger toxic gas, creating the illusion of his own defeat.
From the very start of the battle, this military man had already seen the outco of the fight.
Yet, unlike the common perception derived from appearances, Colonel Grigory determined his victory in advance through calculation and planning, and successfully realized it.
As he himself stated, military victory never relies on votes and popularity but on sheer strength and extre precision.
Up on the high platform, Mokaka couldn't help but glance at Tang Yue in the crowd, who, as if anticipating the girl's gaze, nodded and returned a smile.
"So that's it, that's it..."
Mokaka lowered her head and murmured to herself...
She finally understood the source of Tang Yue's courage to bring people to participate in the exhibition, and finally realized why the military was so eager to have its own technology company.
Producing their own supplies, free from the grasp of giant corporations, was, of course, one reason, but the most crucial reason was that the military wanted to continue researching and mass-producing more "modified humans."
The military had always been researching augntation technology, citing an excess of wounded soldiers, and had procured a large number of prosthetic bodies and limbs to create reborn enhanced humans.
In the early establishnt of Nest City No. 3, the military actually had minor conflicts with the Death God Organization, which were quickly resolved, but the formidable combat prowess displayed by the Death Gods left the military deeply wary.
Yes, those large-scale war machines, cha... and even warships were indeed powerful, possessing destructive power comparable to an Apprentice Death God, but the "people" operating these war machines were extrely vulnerable.
Sotis, just the aftermath of a Death God's ability could take tens of thousands of mortal lives, and a High-tier Death God was a walking nuclear weapon. cha and warships might withstand their blows, but the operators inside would likely end up as minced at.
And if the people operating the machines died, then no matter how powerful the machines themselves were, they would beco a heap of useless scrap tal.
So the military had never given up on researching "single-soldier capability" all these years.
Among the various flamboyant single-soldier enhancent plans, the most reliable was augntation technology.
By installing enough prosthetics onto a body, even a mortal could qualify to rival an Apprentice Death God.
Unfortunately, the military first didn't have enough money to procure sufficient prosthetics to augnt a large number of grassroots soldiers. Secondly, even if they had the funds, they couldn't openly purchase prosthetics, as it would surely attract unwanted attention.
Over the years, the military had accumulated sufficient privileges. If they further ard the lower-level soldiers to the teeth, so people wouldn't be able to sleep at night.
That's why they were desperate to have their own company, to mass-produce prosthetics at cost price, transforming more soldiers.
However, speaking again, even without a company, the military had still secretly built nurous laboratories, creating so enhanced individuals with considerable single-soldier strength.
The Army Commander Tang Yue, along with his two bodyguards, were among them!
"Continue."
Colonel Grigory shrugged his shoulders and gave Mokaka a thumbs-up, indicating he could continue fighting.
The Celestial Sealing Pouch of the opponent was useless to him.
Because he had no so-called special ability, so what was sealed was rely a life skill – cooking, to which he was not affected at all.
Regarding the rule that "ability equipnt can only be used once" in the Supre Heaven Purification Field, it was also invalid for him.
After all, his equipnt was a part of his body, strictly speaking, not an ability or inherent equipnt.
Thus...
In the next three battles, Colonel Grigory continued to win consecutively, defeating two rcenaries and a Low-tier Apprentice Death God, earning four points for Mokaka!
Now, the pressure shifted to the other side...
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