Chapter 915 - 736: Fierce Battle—Isn’t It Better to Just Be a Spectator? (2)

Chapter 915: Chapter 736: Fierce Battle—Isn’t It Better to Just Be a Spectator? (2)

How could Chen Ya let go of this fleeting opportunity?

Take his life while he’s down!

He fought through the dizziness in his mind and the piercing pain in his brow, launching another crazed attack like a violent storm. He completely abandoned defense, pushing his attack frequency to the absolute limit.

The muffled sounds of fists and feet colliding, the crisp clang of metal clashing, and the sharp whistles of needles piercing the air... all kinds of sounds mixed intensely.

......

The fierce battle entered its most brutal stage in the next ten seconds.

Both sides traded blows with speed, exchanging injury for injury, their figures interlacing, separating, and colliding again at high speed in the dust, each contact accompanied by sparks flying and power booming.

After exchanging dozens of moves, a clear crack came from Chen Ya’s left rib, broken by a cunning elbow strike that pierced his defense. His brow was also cut open by a sharp piece of exoskeleton, flesh rolling back to reveal stark white bone, blood staining half his face.

The White Mask was faring no better.

His white exoskeleton was now riddled with holes, spiderweb cracks covering its surface, with various dents and charred edges, emitting wisps of green smoke.

A few silver needles were deeply embedded in the gaps at the joints, severely hampering mobility and power transmission.

The entire exoskeleton looked on the verge of complete collapse, seemingly ready to fall apart at any moment.

And his mask, more than half shattered, hung precariously on his face, revealing through the cracks... the true face beneath the mask.

An exquisitely handsome face, nearly inhuman in its beauty.

The skin was so smooth you couldn’t see any pores, gleaming like the finest white porcelain, emanating a lifeless cold sheen under the light.

No trace of normal human capillary patterns could be seen on the face, the pair of eyes were a pure, untainted blue, like two precisely cut sapphires, without iris texture or blood vessels, only a transparent blue.

"Bang——!"

Another unadorned, full-force clash, both borrowing the recoil to separate, sliding several meters back, gouging deep marks in the ground beneath their feet.

They both stopped simultaneously, staring dead at each other.

Chen Ya extended his uninjured right hand, using his index finger to wipe the blood continuously seeping from his brow, then stuck the finger into his mouth, sucking it hard, a twisted smile of pain and extreme excitement on his face.

The strength of the White Mask exceeded his expectations, but he wasn’t daunted—instead, he was delighted, feeling that he had truly caught a big fish.

And two at that.

(Mechanical Department man: "???" Don’t count me, I’m really nothing, I don’t even have a name!)

The White Mask (or perhaps now he should be called No Mask), seemed unconcerned about his mask shattering, his chilling blue eyes sweeping over to the shivering Mechanical Department man who had ended up a dozen meters away, a shadow of menace flashing in his gaze.

The Mechanical Department man was now scared out of his wits, pale as a ghost, on the brink of a mental breakdown.

He hadn’t failed to try to escape amidst the chaos, but both attempts ended in gruesome failure.

Despite the two engaged in intense combat, seemingly too occupied to pay him any mind, they had never loosened their watch over this "key figure".

The first time the Mechanical Department man tried to crawl away, his left foot was precisely stomped by a foot as quick as lightning, shattering the bones inside, the pain almost causing him to faint.

The second time, just as he mustered the courage to roll into the ruins, his right knee was simultaneously pierced by over a dozen fine silver needles, each one shooting through with a piercing ache.

He honestly couldn’t tell whether the crushed foot was more painful or the strange, tingling pain of the needles in his knee hurt more.

Anyway, after experiencing those two excruciating "warnings", he behaved sincerely, laying on the ground like a puddle of mud, not daring to move, only praying for this nightmare to end quickly, no matter the manner.

The White Mask had already harbored intentions to retreat, but the problem now was no longer whether he could take the man from the Mechanical Department with him, but if he could successfully escape the ever-tightening encirclement.

During his fierce skirmish with Chen Ya, the other members of Team 087 had rapidly arrived and cooperatively formed a surrounding net.

close, 1 distant, sealing off every path for escape completely.

Team 087, all present!

The slim and serene Dong Xu, wielding a slick black Nine-section Whip, blocked the White Mask’s left flank like a snake.

Gong Court, as sturdy as a tower with a massive frame and dark metal gauntlets on his fists, guarded the right flank, the gauntlets shimmering with a cold, hard gleam.

Zhao Zhibao, with his arms hanging past his knees, maneuvered behind him, cutting off his retreat.

In the distance, on the relatively intact rooftop of a house, Liu Yi had already set up a menacing, heavy-duty sniper rifle, the barrel gleaming with a cold light.

All five wore the Second Prison’s custom pure white masks, cold, uniform, unadorned with any patterns.

At first glance, it seemed as if the five of them were the genuine White Masks, while the White Mask turned into the fake one.

"Take action!"

Chen Ya hissed softly and once again took the lead in launching the attack.

Ti activated, his form blurred, and he once again closed in on the White Mask, the blood-stained finger gun carrying an unstoppable momentum straight for the opponent’s brow.

Simultaneously, on the left side, Dong Xu’s wrist flicked, the pitch-black Nine-section Whip resembling a venomous python brought back to life, accompanied by a piercing sound as it wrapped towards the White Mask’s feet.

On the right side, Gong Court let out a low roar, the metallic sheen on his fists suddenly blazing. He used some of Ironblock’s techniques to harden his arms temporarily.

Unleashing all his Strength, his fists like cannonballs erupted from a barrel, one high, one low, aiming for the White Mask’s head and chest with formidable force.

From behind, Zhao Zhibao moved like a weightless paper sheet, silently and swiftly closing in with the wind, his right-hand finger gun poised, ready to strike.

Meanwhile, on the distant rooftop, Liu Yi’s breathing remained as steady as if frozen, his index finger firmly pre-pressed on the trigger, his gaze behind the sniper scope sharp as a knife, subtly adjusting the gun’s aim as the White Mask’s body moved, awaiting a lethal strike.

The White Mask suddenly found itself in a genuine predicament, struggling to fend off attacks from all sides.

"Clang!"

The Nine-section Whip made the first mark, cleverly entwining his left ankle.

Though the White Mask exerted force in his leg instantly, muscles and exoskeleton simultaneously trembled, violently shook the whip free, this pause was already fatal.

"Whump!"

Gong Court’s fully charged heavy punch took advantage of his halted motion, striking solidly on his right side rib.

Even with the exoskeleton absorbing the impact, it still made the White Mask’s body uncontrollably twitch.

"Bzz!"

Almost simultaneously with the rib impact, Zhao Zhibao’s finger gun hit an energy connection point on his back exoskeleton, leaving a deep gaping hole revealing the internal structure, sparks and a strange silver liquid splattering out.

"Bang!"

And at the moment of his small stiff motion due to the injury on his back, Liu Yi pulled the trigger.

The custom sniper bullet flew out of the barrel at speed faster than sound, instantly hitting the already cracked exoskeleton on his right elbow joint.

"Crack!"

The bullet’s immense kinetic energy and penetration force caused the armor on his right arm to completely shatter, fragments scattering.

The White Mask let out a silent roar, furiously counterattacking, attempting to break through.

But under the perfectly coordinated attack of the five, his struggle was futile, injuries accumulating at an astonishing rate.

Finally.....

"Crack—boom!"

The armor on his left leg was fixed by Dong Xu’s Nine-section Whip, while simultaneously taking a full-force punch from Gong Court, finally shattering completely, exposing the same silver-white structure beneath.

The exoskeleton on his chest had long since been penetrated, torn apart, and ultimately "bang," completely disintegrated in a series of finger gun attacks by Chen Ya.

Large pieces of chest armor fell off, exposing the smaller, less than 1.3-meter body beneath.

Fragments scattered, as if pale feathers, shedding from a dying bird.

And at the moment the exoskeleton shattered, the White Mask’s form exposed, motion halted.

Liu Yi’s eyes flashed brightly, pulling the trigger.

"Bang——!!"

The custom bullet, wrapped in a spiral air current, shot straight at the White Mask’s head.

The White Mask, its old strength depleted, new strength not yet born, was caught in a state of imbalance due to the shattered exoskeleton, unable to fully evade this long-planned shot.

"Splat!"

The bullet precisely struck the right eye, blasting half of its head open in a terrifying bowl-sized gap.

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