Watching Xiao Feng raise the chanical leg, the others didn't feel much, at most just surprised that Xiao Feng had such great strength that even the chains could be torn off by him.
But Zhao Guo'an was different. He had personally witnessed how badly Xiao Feng was beaten by Thomson before, and his outburst of foul language wasn't sothing that could be faked.
Yet now, as soon as Lin Zhiyan, Lu Yao, and the other beauties arrived, the guy imdiately started showing off his heroism, as if he had so kind of cheat code activated.
Thinking about this, Zhao Guo'an's face darkened, so... was this guy just waiting for a chance to show off rather than not being able to beat Thomson?
But that didn't make sense either; if he was purely waiting for a chance to show off, why didn't he let notify Lin Zhiyan and the others to co over earlier?
For a mont, Zhao Guo'an found himself increasingly unable to see through Xiao Feng...
However, what he didn't know was that Xiao Feng only suddenly thought of using Thomson's fragile chains as a breakthrough point after the young girl and others arrived.
"Bastard!"
Thomson, who had lost an arm and a leg, let out an anguished roar.
Of course, this was judged based on his facial expression. Just listening to his chanically synthesized voice, you couldn't discern any emotions.
"Still dare to curse?" Xiao Feng snorted coldly, his gaze shifting to the chanical leg and hand on the ground.
Thomson was shocked, hurriedly pressed sothing at his waist, and retracted his chanical hand and leg.
The result was an embarrassing scene.
Xiao Feng broke free from the chains, breaking Thomson's right arm, and just tore off Thomson's left leg.
This ant that Thomson now only had a left arm and a right leg remaining, a comically absurd appearance, but his half-human, half-tal look strangely prevented anyone from laughing out loud.
Xiao Feng took two steps forward, then suddenly stopped, turned around, and thoughtfully said, "In this condition, even if he tries to escape, he can't get far. I think it's more advantageous to wait until he runs out of energy and win without fighting. What do you think?"
"..."
Everyone looked at each other, all having a feeling of being caught between laughter and tears. A very serious matter instantly had its atmosphere utterly disrupted by Xiao Feng's words.
Zhao Guo'an especially felt that Xiao Feng's strength was absolutely necessary, otherwise, with his personality, he'd get himself stabbed in no ti.
Naturally, Thomson heard Xiao Feng's plan, a flicker of resoluteness passing through his eyes as if deciding to go down with the ship.
Just like Xiao Feng said, in his current condition, even if he runs, he won't get far. Once the equipnt on his body becos unusable, he'd be no different from a cripple.
"Do you know why you lost?" Xiao Feng looked down at Thomson from above, speaking with an air of arrogance.
"Isn't it too soon to talk about winning and losing now?" Thomson gritted his teeth, lifting the only remaining chanical arm.
Xiao Feng showed no sign of tension, his legs spread apart, his gaze locked firmly on Thomson's chanical arm, like a professional goalkeeper waiting for the opposing player to shoot before lunging to block the ball.
Thomson felt an indescribable nausea; he was truly afraid that if he sent out his chanical arm, Xiao Feng would pull it off, leaving him with no hope of turning the tables.
In fact, losing the chanical arm and leg wasn't a fatal injury to Thomson. These kinds of things could be replaced again. The key issue was that there was neither ti nor materials available at the mont, which was the crux of the matter.
"I'm quite curious, your claws are pretty sturdy. Why not use better materials for the chains?" Xiao Feng muttered to himself, "Is it because of a lack of funds? You really live up to being soone brought out by Su Yuzhuo, both equally poor."
Behind him, Su Yuzhuo's face turned frosty. In a hurry to help him, she didn't even get a thank you, and he actually mocked her?
"Talk all you want, but do you dare to co over?" Thomson said with a grim expression.
Xiao Feng shook his head, "If you want to drag things out, go ahead. Anyway, my hands and feet are original, so it doesn't matter how long it takes."
Thomson's vision went black with anger, but he had to admit, compared to Xiao Feng, he indeed couldn't afford this delay.
The next mont, he suddenly changed the direction of his lifted chanical hand, targeting the wheelchair-bound Su Yuzhuo, thinking that if he could capture soone as a hostage, there might still be a chance to escape.
"Whoosh!"
The sound of wind-breaking was heard.
Fujiwara Keiaki, standing behind Su Yuzhuo, imdiately swung his sword to slash.
"Clang!"
The instant the blade collided with the iron claw, a trail of sparks flew, brilliant and dazzling, yet filled with lethal intent.
Xiao Feng grabbed the chanical leg, leapt forward like an arrow, and smashed it towards Thomson's head angrily, "Still dare to sneak attack?"
"Clang..."
The sound was clear and lodious, like a bell being struck in a temple.
Thomson only felt a "buzz" in his head, his mind instantly went blank, and he fell straight to the ground, the iron plate on his face dented inward, looking like a mutated bioweapon.
"Crack, crack, crack, crack..."
The chanical arm and leg flailed uncontrollably as though they'd lost their programming, flailing erratically, and Thomson lay on the ground convulsing continuously, as if he'd hit an electric gate, seemingly unlikely to survive.
The pent-up frustration in Xiao Feng's heart finally burst out at this mont, with even a desire to shout, "Who else is there?"
Yet just at this mont, Su Yuzhuo's face turned pale and she quickly warned, "Sothing's wrong, run!"
As her words just landed, a faint glow could be seen flickering from Thomson's abdon, becoming increasingly brighter at a rapid pace.
"Run!"
Xiao Feng shouted, threw the chanical leg, and turned to run.
The others obviously realized sothing was wrong too, and all distanced themselves from Thomson as quickly as possible.
"Boom!"
The deafening sound of an explosion echoed, and all the glass windows along the street without exception shattered, crushed by the blast's shockwave.
Xiao Feng, who was closest to Thomson, took the brunt of the blow and was thrown back like a ragdoll, crashing into an electric pole.
"Xiao Feng, brother!"
"Brother Yanhuang!"
"Xiao Feng!"
"Old Xiao!"
Everyone hurriedly got up from the ground, rushed towards Xiao Feng en masse, each of them dusty and disheveled, looking like refugees.
But at this mont, it was clearly not a ti to care about appearance. Seeing that bent electric pole, everyone couldn't help but feel extrely anxious.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Lying on the ground, Xiao Feng coughed violently, blood foam flying from his mouth, his face as pale as paper, devoid of color.
"Pff!" Xiao Feng spat out blood-tinged saliva, his voice weak, "Don't panic, I'm not going to die. This bastard was so insidious, trying to blow up while dying."
The little girl was almost in tears with anxiety, "Xiao Feng, brother, where are you hurt?"
Xiao Feng shook his head, wanting to say that he was fine, but before he could speak, a mouthful of blood surged up his throat and he spat it out directly.
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