297: Could it be that I’m getting old?

"You... what kind of monster are you exactly?" Francis said in a deep voice.

"You're the monster, damn it! I am a real, living human!"

Tang Ku curled his lips and used Buddha Power to fling all the acid off his hands onto the ground. The Alien blood corroded the floor, creating holes. "Honestly, you really should listen to your father and stop conducting these experiments that violate the Heavenly Dao and ethics. This creature called an Alien is like a virus or a plague born in this Universe; it will bring huge disasters to all living things. While there is still time, destroy all those Alien eggs!"

"Are you lecturing me? Heh, you, a native, actually dare to lecture me? Who gave you the right to lecture me?"

Francis said crazily, "Kid, no matter who you are, you're dead. I will have those esper warriors tear you to pieces!"

As he spoke, an alarm sounded. A group of people immediately sprang into action and began converging on this room.

Tang Ku couldn't help but curl his lips: "You really don't shed tears until you see the coffin... Fine, I'll tear down this dump of yours and let your so-called hard work go down the drain..."

"Heh, try it if you can..."

The binding energy from before swept toward Tang Ku again, but now it was completely useless against him. Tang Ku merely moved his shoulder, and the entire force was deflected, unable to even get close to him.

Suddenly reaching out, Tang Ku grabbed the spherical robot that was trying to escape and said coldly, "Want to run? Not that easy..."

"You... let go, let go, damn it, how can your strength be so powerful? This is unscientific, this is unscientific..."

The sphere struggled continuously in mid-air, but Tang Ku's five fingers had already sunk into it. No matter how it shook, it couldn't escape Tang Ku's grasp.

Pop... Sizzle... Suddenly, a flash of fire appeared, and immediately after, the sphere exploded, shattering into countless metal parts.

"Hmm? This guy actually knows how to protect itself..."

Tang Ku pondered for a moment. A large crowd of people swarmed in from outside the door. Judging by their attire, they were the staff from before. They held weapons similar to firearms and charged at Tang Ku, shouting and killing, but their alien-like big-headed doll appearance was truly laughable.

"Forget it, it seems impossible to see the main person in charge without knocking you all down!"

Tang Ku smiled slightly, opened his hands, and suddenly clapped them in front of him. The immense force instantly created a powerful wind pressure, pinning everyone who rushed in against the wall and knocking them all unconscious.

Those who hadn't rushed in yet hesitated, not daring to move forward. Tang Ku looked at his data panel and couldn't help but curl his lips: "Too few. These guys added together don't even reach 0.1 Iron Fist Points. It seems I still have to go find those Aliens..."

Just as he was muttering to himself, the metal wall to the side suddenly shook, and then a huge hole burst open. A figure rushed in like a train, slamming directly into Tang Ku.

Caught off guard, even Tang Ku stumbled, but he quickly steadied himself. He turned around and grabbed the attacker by the neck. Taking a closer look, it was actually the person who had been parasitized earlier.

This guy was now wearing a black tight-fitting combat suit, his muscles bulging all over his body. Besides his special equipment, he was holding a large saber over seven feet long, swinging it toward Tang Ku's waist like a door plank.

Bang! The moment the impact sound came, that door-plank-like saber was instantly dented with a notch.

Obviously, this controlled warrior in front of him didn't understand what had happened at all. While he was still confused, his body had already been lifted up by Tang Ku.

The Void Eye scanned him up and down and suddenly discovered a strange life energy lurking in his chest area—it was precisely that Alien larva.

As he frowned slightly, the huge glass wall behind him shattered completely. A dozen or so warriors wearing the same combat suits charged out. Among them were men and women, old and young. Their weapons were all alloy weapons; some were long sabers, some were swords, some were maces and staves. And among them, there was actually someone using a conical lance, the kind used by knights in the Western Middle Ages.

These people's attack methods were completely different, and even their physical features had distinct differences. Among them, the guy holding the medieval lance was actually a blonde-haired, blue-eyed foreigner, while the woman using the soft sword had the appearance of a Great Tang person. And the one using the scimitar clearly had the characteristics of someone from the Middle East/Arab region: dark skin, a large nose, and a big beard.

And the one who looked the most imposing was an old man with a white beard. His bald head was shiny, and his physique was extremely burly. If he weren't holding a huge mace, Tang Ku would have thought this old man was about to throw a "Kamehameha" at him!

"Forget it, it seems unlikely that I can let you all go back alive. I don't have a way to remove the Aliens from your bodies..."

Letting these people's weapons strike his body, Tang Ku flung the burly man in his hand away, slamming him hard against the wall. Then, he put his palms together and murmured, "Therefore, Poor Monk can only send you off to the afterlife..."

Hum! A golden light suddenly flashed, the Buddha light dazzling. In an instant, he removed his disguise and returned to the appearance of the monk Tang Ku.

Right opposite him, the guy holding the knight's lance left a trail of afterimages and instantly rushed in front of him, thrusting the lance at Tang Ku's throat. His speed, if placed in the mortal world, would probably be impossible for an average Soul Transformation Martial Artist to even see before being skewered like a candied hawthorn.

But his speed was nothing in front of Tang Ku. Never mind using the Void Eye; even in his normal state, his speed was no different from a turtle crawling slowly.

Pop... The tip of the lance was grabbed by Tang Ku. With a casual, gentle pull, the guy, along with his weapon, flew into the air and slammed hard into the metal ceiling.

Subsequently, all the remaining weapons landed on Tang Ku almost simultaneously, but with a wave of his hand, he slapped all these guys away.

However, Tang Ku, who had the upper hand, didn't feel the slightest bit happy, because from the time he started fighting until now, other than crushing one Facehugger, he hadn't received even 0.1 Iron Fist Points.

Tang Ku's strikes could not be called light; ordinary people would have long been smashed into meat paste, but they stood up again unscathed, with almost no wounds on their bodies at all.

"This is strange..." Tang Ku couldn't help but ponder slightly, saying in a deep voice, "Could it be that I am old, and I can't even swing my fists anymore?"