100: Fortune favors the bold.

His fingertips didn't touch the soft, tofu-like flesh he'd expected; instead, it felt like kicking a live high-voltage power cable.

A cold, viscous wave of dark energy surged back along his finger bones, feeling as if countless tiny leeches were trying to burrow into his skin.

Situ Xue, that old monster, had indeed transformed himself into a non-human entity. There was no marrow inside his spine; it was filled entirely with highly compressed necrotic hydraulic fluid.

In that lightning-fast instant, the muscles on Situ Xue's back contracted and squeezed like living pythons, letting out a tooth-gritting sound of metal grinding against metal as they forcibly ejected the Yang Spirit Needle that was meant to paralyze his nerves.

Still struggling?

A trace of mockery flashed in Su Chen's eyes; he had no intention of getting bogged down in a prolonged fight.

Using the force of the recoil, he suddenly engaged his core. His body performed an incredible 180-degree turn in mid-air, and his right foot slammed into Situ Xue's abdomen like a battering ram.

He held nothing back in this kick. Although he didn't pierce the thick bone armor, the massive kinetic energy was enough to send Su Chen flying back like a catapulted swallow, landing lightly on the roof of the bus five meters away.

"Qing Qiu, dinner is served!" The moment Su Chen landed, he barked out a command that only that woman understood.

Shen Qingqiu, guarding the bus door, pushed up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose. Her intellectual face showed no panic as she swung the command flag down sharply.

Inside the cabin, thirty girls had already taken their positions according to the rehearsal.

They were wearing tight-fitting nano-tactical suits that Su Chen had specially "designed." This highly conductive material not only perfectly outlined every seductive curve but, more importantly, could instantly channel the Pure Yin Qi from each person's body toward the formation core at the bottom of the bus.

Buzz—!

A tremor similar to the roar of a subwoofer echoed through the air.

The Extreme Yang Fire Su Chen had left in the vehicle's body and the thirty streams of Pure Yin Qi formed a perfect closed loop at that moment. A visible, pale gold translucent shield centered on the bus and burst open with a boom.

This was the so-called "Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams Formation," commonly known as: The High-Voltage Electric Fly Swatter.

The few scavengers trying to charge through the chaos didn't think much of this thin film of light—until their bodies slammed into it.

A series of crackling explosions rang out, like boiling oil being poured into a snowdrift. Before their screams could even escape their throats, the flesh at the point of contact was instantly carbonized by the high-temperature field. The smell of char mixed with the aroma of roasted meat wafted over the battlefield, sickeningly eerie.

"A bunch of useless trash! Get out of my way!"

A thunderous roar exploded.

The burly man known as One-Eyed Dragon had muscles bulging all over his body. Holding a giant industrial hydraulic shear that was still dripping oil, he charged toward the bus chassis like an out-of-control rhino, ignoring his companions' miserable state and the agonizing pain of the field searing his skin.

Those shears were enough to cut through tank treads. If he managed to clamp onto the axle, the bus would be finished.

Trying to dismantle my home? Did you get my permission?

Su Chen narrowed his eyes. He didn't use any fancy skills; instead, like a hunting eagle, he dived straight down from the three-meter-high roof.

The moment before he hit the ground, he utilized the potential energy of the fall and stomped his right foot hard. The concrete shattered instantly. Instead of retreating, he lunged forward, his right shoulder carrying an indomitable, tragic momentum as he slammed hard into One-Eyed Dragon's wide-open embrace.

Baji, Iron Shoulder!

The dull thud was as heavy as two high-speed cars colliding head-on.

Su Chen's seemingly thin body appeared to transform into a mountain of forged steel at that moment, as a massive surge of internal energy tore through his opponent.

One-Eyed Dragon's fierce face instantly turned the color of pig liver. He couldn't even let out a scream before a series of bone-cracking sounds, like firecrackers, erupted from his chest.

His proud Iron Shirt muscles were completely useless. He flew backward like a ragdoll, the hydraulic shears clattering to the ground as his chest visibly caved in.

"Good, good, good! Since you don't want to live, then let's go to hell together!"

Seeing the offensive stalled from a distance, Situ Xue completely tore off his mask of a faux-gentleman.

His fingers flicked repeatedly, and several extremely thin bone-thorn threads instantly pierced Zhao Zihao's nearby corpse.

The cold body was jerked up like a marionette and pulled to the front of the formation.

The originally dimmed "Holy Light Core" in Zhao Zihao's chest began to emit an extremely unstable, blinding white light due to the violent pressure of external necrotic energy, pulsing as fast as a heart about to explode.

He's using the corpse as a bomb!

The girls in the bus screamed in terror, and Shen Qingqiu's face turned deathly pale.

If that thing exploded, let alone the shield, half the square would be leveled to the ground.

However, a crazy arc curled at the corner of Su Chen's mouth.

Wealth is sought amidst danger; I've been waiting for this move!

He didn't retreat a single step. His Extreme Yang Sacred Body operated to its limit, and his hands were instantly enveloped in a layer of tangible gold-red Qi.

Just a second before the core reached critical explosion, Su Chen closed in. His right hand turned into a claw and pierced into Zhao Zihao's already shattered chest without resistance.

Pfft.

The scalding blood was evaporated by the high temperature before it could even splash onto Su Chen's face.

His palm ignored the Holy Light radiation that was hot enough to melt steel as he death-gripped the restless core.

"I'll be taking that!"

Su Chen let out a low growl, veins bulging in his arm as he forcibly severed all energy connections and ripped out the fist-sized, frantically throbbing core.

In the next second, he turned and shoved this hot potato directly into the already open energy intake on the side of the bus—the "feeding mouth" he had prepared specifically for this moment.

Rumble—!

The moment it swallowed the core, the entire bus seemed to come alive, letting out a low roar like an ancient beast awakening.

This sound was no longer a mechanical hum, but the joy of some biological qualitative change.

The dark red, fishy-smelling keratin armor covering the vehicle's body began to crack and fall off inch by inch, revealing a brand-new coating underneath that flowed with dark golden brilliance.

It was the product of the fusion of titanium and high-level biological bone, possessing both the hardness of metal and the toughness of a living organism.

Clack, clack, clack!

Two slits automatically opened on the roof, and two ferocious-looking twin bone autocannons, glinting with cold light, slowly rose. Their dark muzzles locked onto the dumbfounded Situ Xue amidst the sound of servo motor adjustments.

How was this still a broken bus? This was clearly an armored steel tyrannosaur!

It had evolved from the "Doomsday Hearse" into the—"Heavy Armored Hunter."

Feeling the notification of the vehicle's skyrocketing attributes in his mind, Su Chen shook the blood off his hands and looked at the old pervert who had begun to tremble all over, revealing two rows of pearly white teeth: "Captain Situ, your package has been signed for. Now, let's talk about the return gift."

Looking at the two autocannons radiating an aura of death, Situ Xue's eyes, which were originally bloodshot with anger, were now filled with nothing but pure terror.

As an expert who dealt with mutated creatures all year round, he knew all too well what this kind of bio-mechanical hybrid meant—this was not a monster that an Awakened One could contend with at this stage.

Run! I must run!

He didn't even have time to mourn his ruined, precious puppet. His left hand suddenly severed all the bone threads connected to Zhao Zihao's corpse as his body rapidly retreated toward the Ghost.

But at this distance, severing the connection was no different from triggering the fuse of a dud bomb.