Chapter 117 Battle: A Clash of Guns and Flesh!

The battlefield after the rain was like an anthill after a torrential downpour, with the only survivors sitting alone on floating islands made of scrap metal.

There weren't many people, but most of them remained silent.

Each floating island is like an eye-catching human museum, with each person's appearance being extremely distinctive, even though they are only a few hundred meters apart.

It's as simple as men not having an Adam's apple, women having beards and armpit hair, or some people having pale, bloodless gray skin like those with albinism.

But at least, it still looks like a human.

There are some that are clearly difficult to classify as human.

An eye that takes up most of its face, an anomaly with its left and right hands growing backwards, and a freak with one arm significantly stronger than the other.

Like countless stars, scattered and disordered, you never know what kind of new humans you will find during a search and rescue operation.

Even the crew of the Azure, bundled up in their clothes, felt a chill that went straight to their bones, let alone the survivors who were shivering and curled up in balls.

They paddled in small rafts, using poles to push away the broken ice.

Everyone on the small boat was equipped with a pistol, and several armed small boats were patrolling around to prevent any accidents from happening.

"Behave yourself, don't try anything funny!"

Squad leader Li Ran pointed his gun at a burly man and urged him on.

"Come aboard with us. This is our lord's order. Thank our lord for giving you a way to live."

The man glanced at it, patted the snowflakes that had just fallen from his legs, and used his hands to push up his large, almost contorted body.

His nearly two-meter-tall stature was particularly imposing, and the sheer force of his presence caused one of the rescuers standing directly in front of him to stumble.

"What...what are you going to do!"

Seeing this, Li Ran roared in anger.

My eyes scanned his figure roughly, and I could tell that one of his hands was slightly larger than the other.

It's highly likely that he's trained, which is why his two hands don't look disproportionately large or small.

Especially those eyes; they didn't look like a living being, but more like the gaze of a wild beast.

At this moment, his body was faintly flushed red, and deeper inside, there was a red glow moving within his blood vessels, flashing like the stripes on a sea serpent.

It expanded, throbbed, until it turned his entire body a fiery red.

"boom"

The man's muscles disintegrated and tore off all his tattered clothes, leaving shredded pieces that looked like snowflakes falling from the sky.

A powerful pressure burst forth, the air violently rippled by the forceful thrust, creating extremely turbulent currents.

Those closest to the island were blasted several meters into the air by the shockwave, forming a smooth parabola before crashing heavily onto the edge of the floating island.

If it weren't for several people gripping the ground tightly with both hands, they might have fallen into the deep, black seawater due to the remaining inertia.

Li Ran had seen He Feng display the "Berserk" ability before. He was stunned for a moment, then pointed at the crimson monster in front of him and exclaimed.

"How could he possibly possess our lord's abilities? Go and report to the lord."

Leave him here, don't let him escape!

The burly man maintained a squatting posture, taut his leg muscles, and supported himself on the ground with his bare toes, always keeping his entire body weight pressed against that contact surface.

"Stop any further attacks. We will not do anything to you. Please cooperate with our work."

Several replica second-tier Golden Crow rifles were aligned, and the fingers were already half-pressed to pull the trigger, ready to fire as soon as this guy dared to do anything rash.

The intense fire was enough to riddle him with holes, leaving him vulnerable to attack from all sides.

A short while later.

A small armed vessel followed closely behind, circling and providing mutual support.

The man lowered his head and casually glanced around, maintaining this strange posture for a long time, his dry, cracked lips remaining silent.

The menacing gaze sent a chill down everyone's spine; everyone believed that this monster could tear them apart head to torment with just its bare hands.

He was waiting, waiting for an opportunity to escape.

The burly man seemed to be pondering something, but after a brief standoff and a brief exchange of glances, his eyes lit up as the small boat approached.

He found it.

Without the slightest hesitation.

"Bang!"

His toes dug deep into the iron plate beneath his feet, and he sprang out like a bullfrog, even causing the floating iron island he was on to be half-submerged in the sea.

"Shoot! Shoot! Do whatever it takes to hold this guy back!" Li Ran's hoarse roar was like thunder.

The small machine guns on the ship and the rifles held by each crew member suddenly spewed out a torrent of bullets, which clattered against his high-speed flying body.

A person suspended in the air is undoubtedly the best live target, maximizing the area to be hit and causing more severe injuries.

The prerequisite is that you must first break through the defenses.

The bullets struck his solid body, making him appear as frail as if they had struck a steel plate.

The firelight scraped against his skin, flashing bright yellow sparks.

The man glanced up at the few who were still firing, his eyes gleaming with a flippant light.

In the blink of an eye, as effortlessly as a cat shaking off water, it leaped precisely onto the armed boat that had just arrived.

Then he kicked the light machine gun, which was still firing bullets, and bent it.

Grabbing the astonished machine gunner by the collar, he tossed him like an eagle catching a chick, lifting and throwing him toward the garbage-strewn floating island where he had once lived.

"Damn it." Li Ran, who was on the floating island, knelt on the ground and slammed his left fist heavily into the sheet metal under his feet.

Ordinary weapons could no longer stop this guy. Compared to the firearms that failed to suppress him, the evolved human's physique was as powerless as a harmless toy gun.

Just as the big guy was about to enter the cabin to find the bridge, a fist carrying a gust of wind flew out of his face without warning the moment he opened the door.

This forced him to dodge and retreat a few steps, and his cheek was also slightly scratched because he did not dodge.

The real wound forced him to refocus his previously complacent mind, his eyes fixed on the half-closed hatch, and he cautiously assumed a defensive stance.

"The speed is acceptable, but the accuracy is lacking."

He Feng pushed open the hatch, and with a slight weariness, he played with the ice blade in his hand. Two kinds of light mixed on his body, and the black and red arc of evil light showed an alternative ghostly feeling.

The man licked his lips, a hint of tension showing on his face, his facial muscles twitching slightly.

That's a sign of fear.

A single strike possesses the deadly power to kill, even when the user is holding back their strength.

This was just a casual sneak attack, and the disparity in strength undoubtedly put enormous pressure on the man, so he asked a rare question.

"I've never seen this kind of fighting spirit before. You're different from them; you're not simple."