141: Chapter 141 Du Yaohua's Trump Card

"No!"

Tiger Zhao's eyes were wide with rage, and he let out a shrill, agonizing roar.

Although he could not see exactly what was happening at the center of the explosion, the earth-shattering momentum made his heart stop instantly!

With an explosion of such power, even the formidable physique of an Evolver would likely be blown to smithereens!

The violent shockwave spread wildly in all directions like a tsunami, sweeping away Du Yaohua's subordinates who had luckily survived the previous trampling by the giant corpse, tossing them aside like straw; they spat blood, their bones broken and tendons snapped, their fates unknown.

Dust billowed, and debris flew everywhere.

After quite a while, the pervasive smoke and dust finally dissipated a little.

Amidst the chaotic ruins, a burly figure stood up shakily from the smoke and dust!

It was Du Yaohua!

He looked miserable to the extreme right now.

His entire body was covered in hideous wounds, a mix of charred black and blood red, with blood gushing continuously from the cuts, staining the ground beneath his feet a dark red.

Even more horrifying was that his left arm had been severed at the shoulder, and only one eyeball remained!

"Director!"

"The Director is still alive!"

In the distance, several of Du Yaohua's subordinates who had barely managed to crawl up saw this scene; they were stunned at first, then erupted into ecstatic shouts.

Inside the administrative building, the hearts of Thunderstorm and the Old Director sank to the bottom.

"He didn't die even after that?"

The last shred of hope in Thunderstorm's heart shattered.

Did Song Yang only exchange his life for one of Du Yaohua's arms?

This price was too heavy!

So heavy that he couldn't accept it!

Du Yaohua breathed heavily; the excruciating pain from his severed arm and the roiling blood in his body made him nearly faint.

But relying on his indomitable will, he forced himself to endure.

He raised his only remaining right arm and wiped the blood and dust from his face, revealing a face twisted out of shape.

"Madman!"

Du Yaohua would never have imagined it.

He was actually forced into such a miserable state by a mere kid!

He lost an arm!

For someone who regarded power as everything, what a humiliation this was!

But fortunately, that kid was already dead, without even a scrap left behind.

With an explosion at such close range, few people could survive.

But the next second,

a slightly playful voice rang out abruptly from the other side of the smoke and dust, clearly entering everyone's ears:

"Old dog, you're quite tough, aren't you? You didn't die even after that?"

What?!

Everyone's movements froze at this moment.

Du Yaohua jerked his head up, his bloodshot single eye staring fixedly in the direction the voice came from.

Tiger Zhao and the others were also filled with shock, looking over in disbelief.

Thunderstorm and the Old Director were even more shaken, exchanging a glance.

The smoke and dust completely dissipated.

A hundred meters away from Du Yaohua, Song Yang stood.

His body was covered in quite a bit of dust, but other than that, he was almost completely unscathed.

"You actually didn't die?!"

Du Yaohua looked as if he had seen a ghost.

He couldn't understand how this kid could survive an explosion at such close range!

Du Yaohua didn't know that the reason Song Yang dared to detonate himself with him

was not because he wasn't afraid of death, but because he was wearing that alien combat suit.

Du Yaohua's bloodshot single eye locked onto Song Yang a hundred meters away, his remaining eye almost spitting fire.

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

"How could you still be alive after that kind of explosion?!"

He couldn't understand it, and he couldn't accept it!

C4 detonated at point-blank range was enough to blow an armored vehicle into scrap metal; even an Evolver like him would definitely die if caught unprepared!

But this kid in front of him, besides being covered in some dust, didn't even lose a single hair!

Thunderstorm and the Old Director were also stunned, as if they had seen a miracle.

Song Yang brushed the dust off his body, but his eyes were cold:

"Old dog, if the King of Hell won't take you, does that mean you get to live, but I don't get to have a big life?"

Of course, he wouldn't tell Du Yaohua that he was wearing an alien combat suit.

How could Earth's current technological level imagine combat equipment from an alien civilization?

Let alone a C4 explosion, even a direct hit from an artillery shell might not be able to take him out.

Whether it was the explosion or that punch containing all of Du Yaohua's strength, most of the power was dissipated by the combat suit; the remaining force was nothing to him.

Du Yaohua took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his roiling blood.

This kid was too bizarre!

He absolutely couldn't give him any more chances!

"What are you all still standing there for!"

Du Yaohua jerked his head around and roared sharply at his subordinates who were still in shock, "Go! All of you, go! Kill him!"

He was severely injured at the moment, his combat power greatly reduced, and he needed to stop the bleeding and bandage his wounds.

Those remaining subordinates woke up as if from a dream, looking at each other, their faces filled with fear.

Song Yang's calm and indifferent appearance at this moment brought them immense psychological pressure.

But no one dared to disobey Du Yaohua's order.

"Kill!"

"Avenge the Director!"

Several subordinates who were close by and could barely move gathered their courage and surrounded Song Yang from different directions.

Although they were also injured, compared to the one-armed, one-eyed, blood-soaked Du Yaohua, their condition was worlds apart.

Inside the administrative building, Thunderstorm's heart rose to his throat once again.

"With so many people, can he handle it?"

Tiger Zhao and the others held their breath, their gazes locked tightly on the center of the battlefield.

The encirclement was shrinking.

Song Yang's gaze swept calmly around.

Three late-stage Warrior Rank, five mid-stage Warrior Rank.

This formation was simply child's play compared to the simulated opponents he faced in the combat training pod.

The virtual enemies in the training pod were not only powerful, but their coordination was seamless, and their tactics were tricky and ruthless, far beyond what this ragtag bunch could compare to.

"Kill!"

A burly man closest to him waved a large axe, rushed to Song Yang first, and chopped down at his head!

Song Yang's figure flickered, dodging the axe blade like a ghost.

A flash of blood!

The axe-wielding man's forward momentum came to an abrupt halt; before the ferocity on his face could fade, a fine line of blood appeared on his neck, then suddenly widened!

His head flew high into the air, and a column of blood sprayed several feet high from his neck!

"Next."

Song Yang didn't pause for a second; he stepped aside and proactively moved to meet the other two enemies.

Those two late-stage Warrior Rank enemies couldn't even put up a decent resistance in front of Song Yang; one had half his body sliced off from the shoulder, and the other had his heart pierced directly by blood fang and was pinned to the ground.

In just a few breaths.

Three late-stage Warrior Rank, all wiped out!

The remaining five mid-stage Warrior Rank were completely terrified!

How could they dare to step forward? With a strange cry, as if they had seen a ghost, they turned around and scrambled to escape this shura field!

Tiger Zhao and the others in the distance were already dumbfounded, their throats dry, unable to say a single word.

Inside the administrative building, Thunderstorm and the Old Director exchanged a glance, both seeing incredible ecstasy and deep shock in each other's eyes!

Song Yang, with the strength of one person, slaughtered all of Du Yaohua's elites!

"A bunch of trash!"

Du Yaohua was trembling with anger; the wound on his severed arm burst open due to his agitation, and blood gushed out even faster, making his vision go black.

He couldn't understand why this kid had such rich combat experience?!

If he hadn't been injured, he would have been confident that he could easily slaughter Song Yang.

But his current state was damaged, and if he went up to fight hard, it was very likely he would overturn.

Fortunately, he still had a trump card; as long as he used it, he could easily turn the tables!

Song Yang's gaze, like two sharp swords, pierced straight at Du Yaohua.

That gaze was cold and sharp, without any emotion, as if looking at a dead man.

Du Yaohua felt a chill in his heart from this gaze, but he immediately suppressed that discomfort.

He still had a trump card!

Under Song Yang's watchful eyes, Du Yaohua struggled to grope inside his clothes with his only remaining arm.

Then, he took out an object.

It was a flower.

A flower that was entirely a strange purple color, with layered petals, exuding a bewitching beauty.

With the appearance of the flower, those ordinary people who had originally surrounded the administrative building actually made a move at this moment!

They slowly, one by one, turned their heads.

Their eyes were dull and hollow.

Their gazes locked squarely onto Song Yang!

Du Yaohua let out a grim laugh.

"Kid, aren't you very good at killing? Don't you like to be a hero?"

"Come on! Keep killing!"

"These people are all innocent! There are many children among them; they just want to live! Hahahaha!"

As his voice fell, those dull-eyed men and women, walking with stiff steps, surrounded Song Yang like a tide!

Although their movements were slow, there were many of them, a dark mass of people, fully over a thousand.

Inside the administrative building.

"What the hell is that?!" Thunderstorm exclaimed, the color draining from his face.

Tiger Zhao and the others felt their scalps tingle and their hands and feet go cold.

"How can we fight this?"

"They are all ordinary people!"

On the battlefield.

Song Yang's expression became serious for the first time.

He could kill those enemies who held weapons and harbored murderous intent toward him without hesitation.

But these people in front of him...

Their eyes were numb; they had clearly lost self-awareness and were completely controlled by that strange purple flower.

And what made Song Yang's eyes sharpen even more was—

Walking at the very front of the encirclement was a group of children!

A group of little girls who looked only seven or eight years old, at most ten!

They were wearing reasonably clean clothes, with little braids, at an age that should have been innocent and carefree, but at this moment, like everyone else, their eyes were lifeless, their little faces expressionless, just mechanically, step by step, walking toward Song Yang.

In their tender little hands, they weren't even holding any weapons.

"Beast!"

Inside the administrative building, Thunderstorm's eyes were wide with rage, and he punched the wall, making a "thud" sound.

Du Yaohua looked at Song Yang's slightly changing expression, and the pleasure in his heart grew even more.

This was the effect he wanted!

He wanted to make Song Yang fall into a dilemma!

Kill, or not kill?

If he killed these innocent people, especially these children, Song Yang would inevitably bear a heavy psychological burden, perhaps even go crazy.

Not kill?

If he didn't kill, he would be besieged by these people until he died.

The encirclement was shrinking little by little.

Those children had already walked to a place less than ten meters away from Song Yang.