308: Reis, Sec.

The moment the steam was generated, Reis almost didn't hesitate, turning around and sprinting away at full speed!

It was only on his very first step that Reis realized his legs had gone weak!

This caused his initial few steps to be unnatural, like a domestic dog targeted by a fierce tiger, so scared that its limbs gave out.

Zhao Chuang was not in a hurry to chase Reis.

"Hoo—"

With each breath, large amounts of white steam continuously emerged from Zhao Chuang's mouth.

Coupled with the red steam rising from his body as his blood evaporated, the red and white steam mixed together.

At this moment, it was as if there was a volcano about to erupt within Zhao Chuang's body.

Crack—

Bang—!

Zhao Chuang clenched his remaining right fist.

He could feel his life dissipating at an incredible speed.

And the price for this was a power he had never experienced, and had never even imagined!

If he couldn't protect everyone, then he would protect as many people as possible... A hint of regret flashed through Zhao Chuang's heart.

Whoosh—!

Zhao Chuang's figure instantly vanished from his original spot!

The terrifying sound of air breaking proved that Zhao Chuang was not teleporting.

It was just that his sprinting speed was so fast that it forcibly created the illusion of teleportation.

The red steam generated by his evaporating blood now trailed behind Zhao Chuang like a plume.

From an aerial view, it looked like a crimson meteor, directly crashing towards Reis, who was fleeing!

Bang—!

In just 0.01 seconds, Zhao Chuang, with only one arm remaining, appeared beside Reis.

Reis, who was running, didn't notice that Zhao Chuang had already arrived beside him.

His thoughts couldn't keep up with Zhao Chuang's speed.

Just as Zhao Chuang was about to grab Reis, Reis's eyeballs slowly turned, and he saw Zhao Chuang at his side.

At this moment, in Reis's mind, time seemed to completely stand still.

He didn't even have time to wonder how Zhao Chuang had caught up to him.

Looking at the muscular man emitting red and white steam, Reis remembered the days when he ruled Longbow Stream Valley.

Those days were truly beautiful... BOOM—!

Zhao Chuang raised his hand, grabbed Reis's face, and slammed him heavily into the ground!

The immense impact instantly created a circular depression in the ground!

It wasn't until he was heavily slammed into the ground that Reis fully realized what had happened.

However, with just this one blow, Reis lost all strength to resist.

All of his bones were now completely shattered.

Through the gaps between Zhao Chuang's fingers, Reis's eyes met Zhao Chuang's.

The current Zhao Chuang, with half of his skull missing, a hideous lower jawbone, and exposed teeth, looked no different from a devil.

Coupled with the red steam emanating from the bloody cracks all over his body, Zhao Chuang's appearance was once again augmented with a terrifying color.

He looked like a demon god from hell, and he had come specifically for him.

Reis was scared.

This time, he was truly scared.

He suddenly understood why some Soldiers would go weak in the knees when facing him.

He also suddenly understood why that Big Rat, at the last moment, knelt down and begged him for mercy.

Reis even had a thought: should he also kneel and beg for mercy?

Would it work?

Just from the speed Zhao Chuang had just displayed and that irresistible power, Reis knew that he absolutely couldn't win.

Unless he also had a heart of africa now, and was willing to pay the price regardless of the consequences... Judging by the opponent's current situation, the price just now was most likely related to his life.

Zhao Chuang, who had injected and consumed so many muscle injection agents, had a quality of life that others couldn't compare to.

And Reis's quality of life was naturally far superior to Zhao Chuang's.

However, he didn't have a heart of africa.

Even if he did, he might not have such resolve.

Immediately after, Reis saw Zhao Chuang raise his hand and place his foot on his chest.

As Zhao Chuang clenched his fist and was about to strike, Reis quickly spoke:

"Big Rat..."

"No! Brother, there's really no need..."

"Bro! I'll call you bro... is that not enough?"

"We can totally cooperate, do you understand cooperation?"

His shattered bones made Reis's voice very weak, and in that weakness, there was an extremely strong plea.

"Hoo—"

Zhao Chuang exhaled heavily.

Now, every breath he took felt incredibly heavy, and he could feel his life slipping away.

He couldn't even bear to say a single word.

He had to completely finish Reis before his own life ended!

Bang—!

Bang—!

Bang—!

With each punch that landed on Reis's face, the deep pit in the ground would indent further.

After an unknown number of punches, Reis's face was no longer recognizable as human, not even a pulp.

This entire area had completely turned into a sinkhole!

Zhao Chuang slowly withdrew his fist.

"Hoo—"

"Is it over...?"

He exhaled heavily again.

At this moment, his vision was completely blurred, and a buzzing sound filled his ears.

He knew his time was almost up.

Just then, an almost imperceptible sigh appeared beside Zhao Chuang.

In the silent giant pit, that sigh reached Zhao Chuang's ears.

A puzzled expression gradually appeared on Zhao Chuang's tired face.

That sigh sounded somewhat familiar to him.

But here... there was only him and Reis.

Finally, Zhao Chuang struggled to open his eyes and looked at Reis beneath his feet.

As he raised his fist, he mumbled indistinctly:

"I've tried so hard..."

"Why are you..."

Extreme rage erupted in Zhao Chuang's remaining eyes!

"Why aren't you dead yet!!!!"

He raised his fist again and unleashed it with all his might towards Reis!

Just as Zhao Chuang's fist was about to land, his body suddenly stiffened, his movement frozen in mid-air.

The red steam that had been continuously spreading outwards gradually dissipated at this moment, leaving only Zhao Chuang's scarred body.

But even in death, Zhao Chuang still had his foot on Reis's chest, maintaining the posture of a raised fist about to strike.

In the silent sinkhole, a hoarse voice, sad to the point of numbness, emerged.

"I'm sorry..."

"You could have protected everyone..."