"Roar roar roar!" The dragon roared in pain, the Nen on its body erupting even more violently, its scales turning fiery red and hot. However, after its tongue was removed, its roar became somewhat strange, losing its original sense of power and meaning. The dragon's most powerful attack method was thus crippled.
"Finish the fight quickly! This big guy is recovering from its injuries rapidly—the repair cells in its body are working at high speed!" Begetto's anxious roar came from a distance.
[Genetic Rampage]—the final Nen burst from the opponent's Controller Nen user wasn't just a simple rampage; "genes" were the key. It was not difficult to see from his Nen ability that it was clearly tailor-made for these artificial creatures. Combined with his certain ideas and worldview, it was extremely compatible with these controlled artificial creatures. This ability directly stimulated those organs and genes that had not yet fully fused, and they were now being rapidly activated. Nen was merely a side effect.
By using this move, though these monsters would lose their minds, if they could survive, they would very likely become perfect creatures. They would perfectly fuse the various genes within their bodies, becoming true disaster beasts. The dragon before them was rapidly completing this process.
At this moment, Kevin also noticed something strange. He saw that the dragon's lower jaw had closed again, and some ligaments that had been broken earlier had also been repaired. As Begetto said, the battle had to end quickly.
Kevin stomped hard, creating a large pit in the ground. He charged directly toward the dragon.
"Ha!" The dragon seemed to have been waiting for Kevin's move—this guy's learning and growth speed during battle was astonishing. Turn head, open mouth, close. It bit down on Kevin's swinging fist, its huge mouth directly swallowing his entire left arm. Its teeth bit down hard on Kevin's arm, as if trying to bite off his entire limb.
Fortunately, Kevin's protective hexagonal Nen played its role, stubbornly resisting the opponent's powerful bite force. With his left arm bitten, Kevin immediately mobilized a large amount of Nen to strengthen the protection.
No, the opportunity is slipping away. Kevin's eyes widened, and a cruel smile appeared on his face. "You like to bite, huh? Then I'll give it to you!"
As soon as the words fell, the protective Nen was instantly withdrawn, and the dragon took the opportunity to bite off Kevin's arm. But at the same time, the vast majority of his Nen surged toward Kevin's right fist. The extreme emotions brought by the battle at this moment, as well as the full-blown malice toward the dragon, surged and condensed onto this single punch. Kevin's right arm was like a fully drawn bowstring, swinging out fiercely.
"Malicious Seal!"
Boom! This powerful punch, directly compressing the air, heavily imprinted itself on the dragon's face. The immense power instantly shattered the dragon's scales, and the hexagonal seal was deeply embedded in its flesh. Even the dragon's eye and horn on one side were directly exploded under the impact of this power. The entire left side of its face was completely caved in—the huge dragon head looked as if it had been chipped.
Suffering this heavy blow, the dragon's entire body also tilted with the shaking of its head, its mouth opened wide again, unable to close. With a loud bang, the dragon crashed to the ground.
Another shot rang out. This shot accurately blew out the dragon's other eye. The dragon was completely blinded.
At this moment, the dragon's roar had even become hoarse. For some reason, it seemed unable to control its limbs, only struggling weakly, unable to get up again.
"You can really take a hit. After giving you so many injections, you finally have a problem." Kevin, with a severed arm, spat.
In fact, from the very beginning of fighting this dragon, he had been secretly using needles to inject it with anesthetic. That was a super-strong anesthetic, said to be capable of knocking out a whale with a single injection—at least according to the description of the potion. As a result, this damned dragon only reacted after he had injected it three or four times.
Of course, it was also possible that the effects of the drugs couldn't be stacked, but he had used three or four different anesthetics. Anesthetics for elephants, for whales, for this and that. The effective positive agents were normal products, while those with various problems were failed products. But who said failed products were useless?
As a Phantom Beast Hunter, how could he not carry some anesthetics with him? However, Kevin also knew in his heart that it was impossible to capture this dragon alive; its current state still had variables. Its body was constantly growing and adapting, and the modified genes in its body definitely had the ability to decompose toxins. Didn't they see that it was struggling to get up right now? If it weren't for that punch just now, the opponent might have gotten up again by now.
Several more shots were fired. This time, Begetto accurately hit multiple vital points on the dragon. But this guy's Nen was erupting too ridiculously.
"It's a pity—I can only hunt you!" Kevin pushed off with his legs, flying directly into the air.
"Meteor Impact!" He roared, and Kevin, descending from the sky, his elbow wrapped in a large amount of Nen, smashed heavily toward the dragon.
Seeing this exaggerated move, Begetto quickly put away his gun and jumped back, afraid of being affected.
Boom! The silver impact, wrapped in hexagonal Nen, plus full-blown malice, smashed heavily onto the dragon's neck. A crisp cracking sound rang out. Scales shattered, flesh and blood splattered, and the bones inside were clearly visible—already pulverized.
The dragon's spine was directly broken at the neck, separating from its body. The dragon's eyes rolled back, its mouth wide open but motionless, and a large amount of fresh blood gushed from its mouth. Its massive body crashed to the ground. The fiery red color on its body gradually faded, and the silver-gray scales also became dull and lifeless. The Nen slowly dissipated until it completely disappeared.
"It's dead." Begetto checked, then walked over and pulled Kevin up from the dragon's neck. At this time, Kevin was gasping for air.
Begetto looked at Kevin's severed left arm; the wound was broken at the shoulder, and traces of tearing could be seen. He thought for a moment, walked to the dragon's mouth, and indeed saw the arm that had not been swallowed. He reached into the dragon's mouth and rummaged around, taking out the arm mixed with saliva and blood.
"It's a bit dirty, but make do with it." Begetto said with a small joke, handing the arm to Kevin.
"Wash it! Use healing potion!"
"Alright." Begetto said, taking out his healing potion from his waist and carefully cleaning the arm, especially the flesh at the joint. The applied healing potion had a bactericidal effect. Kevin also took out a bottle of potion and began to clean his own wound.
After cleaning, Begetto squatted beside Kevin, held the arm with both hands, and carefully aligned it. Kevin inserted the potion into the syringe and injected it into his shoulder. [Repair Potion]—he himself seemed to have never experienced it before.
The medicine took effect instantly. The flesh and blood on the arm began to squirm like tentacles, then connected to each other, tightly intertwining. Begetto watched intently. The joint began to heal, but some areas where flesh and blood were missing on the outside appeared as crimson pits.
"So it repairs this way, rather than completely healing." Begetto seemed to understand the principle. Kevin drank another dose of potion. As the healing process progressed, those pits also began to grow new flesh. [Repair Potion] + [Healing Potion]—using these two potions together could almost completely heal both internal and external wounds on the body. One repaired damaged and broken parts, and the other healed missing and disappeared parts.
Kevin let out a long breath, stood up, raised and lowered his left arm. His fingers could still move, and he moved them flexibly a few times. "The movements are still a bit stiff. Well, it should be fine in a day or two." According to the description and experience, it should be like this.
"That's already very good, very perfect. I underestimated your potion before. It seems I've made a huge profit by cooperating with you." Begetto said with a smile. He had truly witnessed the powerful effects of the other party's potions. Such a healing effect, the combination of the two potions, was truly wonderful.
At this moment, Locke also saw that the battle was over and flew down from the hillside, carrying Sant on his back. The two landed beside the Nen user who was caught in the net. At this time, this Nen user was trapped in the net, paralyzed by the anesthetic needle, and coupled with his severe injuries, he was completely unresponsive, but there was still a trace of breath.
Sant's shoulder wound had stopped bleeding, and though it was healing, the speed was somewhat slow. Begetto walked over, took out a repair potion from his waist and fed it to Sant, and also took out a bottle of healing potion and cleaned her wound. The blood hole began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Truly amazing." Sant clearly felt that her wounds were recovering—not only externally, but also internally. Even old injuries that had remained from before seemed to be slowly getting better. "This is incredible, truly amazing!" She couldn't help exclaiming again. After getting this injury, she thought she might have to retire or spend half a year in the hospital.
Begetto was also watching from the side. Though he had personally used the healing potion, the combined effect of the repair potion and healing potion still shocked him considerably. He felt that his initial investment and risk were correct; Kevin was indeed worth his effort.
"But now is not the time to rest. White Tree, who rushed in, seems to have encountered some minor trouble." Locke said.
Begetto sighed helplessly, picked up his gun, opened the magazine, slid it, and closed it again. "I'll go in and take a look." Currently, his condition was the best among everyone. The others had no objections.
Watching Begetto enter the base, Kevin stood up and walked over to the dragon's corpse. He planned to see which parts could be useful. During the fight just now, he felt all sorts of 'desires' constantly surging toward him.
He touched the scales—the quality was ordinary C-grade 'desire,' but the quantity was considerable. He dipped his finger in the blood—also C-grade 'desire,' still impressive quantity. He then touched the teeth and found they were not ideal—basically garbage. When he touched the tongue, Kevin couldn't help bursting out laughing. "Hahaha, B-grade, as expected, it's B-grade."
Kevin was having a blast, his smile growing brighter as he touched the corpse here and there.
"What is he doing?" Sant asked, puzzled.
"Do you even need to ask? He's examining his spoils of war." Locke, who had signed a Supplier contract with Kevin, knew very well that this was likely a requirement of the other party's Nen ability.
Inside the base, there weren't many mercenaries—twenty or thirty were either paralyzed and on the ground, dizzy, or already dead. But the problem was, those annoying researchers had hidden in the innermost protected area. What was truly troublesome was that there were several large beetles rampaging inside the base.
It turned out they had released the Charge Armor used for research. And in such a confined space, these few Charge Armor had never grown freely in the wild and were now crashing around like mad.
"How unlucky! Utterly unlucky!" White Tree didn't have Kevin's brute strength to withstand the Charge Armor head-on, and the space here was extremely confined. He could only keep dodging. At this moment, a Charge Armor was in hot pursuit behind him, and the stairs were ahead. White Tree planned to go up and take temporary shelter. Anyway, the base had been breached, and the few researchers who could move freely were hiding in the central laboratory. It seemed they wouldn't be able to escape anytime soon. Therefore, White Tree decided to go out first.
The Charge Armor was in relentless pursuit behind him. Just then, White Tree heard footsteps coming from the stairs.
"Quick! Quick! Give it a ticket! It's speeding!" Though White Tree didn't know who it was, he judged it to be a friendly force, guessing it might be Kevin.
"Bang!" A gunshot rang out. The bullet flew past White Tree, instantly piercing the Charge Armor's head. The Charge Armor's body immediately collapsed to the ground, sliding forward for a long distance, and even nudged White Tree's backside at the end.
"No ticket, but how about a bullet?" White Tree, leaning against the remains of the Charge Armor, rolled his eyes and let out a long sigh.
"Don't worry, there are still a few rampaging around. I can't handle them." Hearing White Tree's words, Begetto nodded, held up his gun, and began clearing the corridor. Gunshots rang out one after another.
While clearing out the Charge Armor, Begetto saw several researchers inside staring at him through the transparent glass of the central laboratory. The laboratory's defenses were very strict. Begetto just glanced at them a few times, and after confirming there was no danger, he raised his hand and fired a shot. He couldn't be bothered to communicate with these people; the bullet directly penetrated the thick bulletproof glass.
Looking at the penetrated glass and the cracks spreading outward from the bullet hole, the few researchers were so scared they swallowed hard. After exchanging glances, they obediently opened the door and came out, hands clasped behind their heads, and squatted on the ground. This series of actions was clearly well-practiced.
When the two finished dealing with things below and returned to the surface, they saw some soldiers who had woken up. These soldiers were relatively lucky during the fight—they weren't directly affected and killed, nor were they eliminated immediately. After waking up, they were now under Kevin's 'authority'.
"All of you, work properly. Every single drop of blood must be collected for me." Kevin said from the side, like a foreman. These mercenaries could only obediently get to work, taking out various containers from the laboratory and starting to collect blood. Fortunately, there were many such containers in the laboratory, enough for them to use.
The two who came out saw this scene. "He's already starting to collect the spoils of war?" Locke shrugged helplessly. He was still sitting on a pile of guns.
Upon learning that there were still three researchers below, Kevin went straight down, dragged the three of them out together, and made them start working. Though they didn't understand why, these people could only grit their teeth and comply. They knew the situation at this base all too well. Seeing the X-9 mark on the dragon, they understood what was going on. Being able to kill this monster outright, they couldn't afford to provoke the other party's strength. Because their base was originally responsible for the X-9 experimental subject, and they couldn't do anything about this person. They could only obediently listen and work. What else could they do? Didn't they see their superior was already tied up nearby, his fate uncertain, and the bodies of their resisting comrades still piled on the ground?
They left two people to watch these individuals. Anyway, they were disarmed and all injured. White Tree and Sant were enough to control the situation. The remaining three took the Nen user downstairs, tied him up securely, and injected him with a special anesthetic, ensuring he wouldn't wake up midway and escape.
The Nen user slowly opened his eyes. He felt weak all over, then saw the three people standing before him. Seeing the three, though slightly disheveled, completely unharmed, he instantly lost heart and completely lost his will to fight.
His trump card, which he had planned to use to take them down with him, didn't even have the ability to inflict a minor injury on the other party. X-9 was already a very good experimental subject. At this moment, he deeply understood the gap in their strengths.
"Now, do you recognize the situation? Tell us what's going on?"
The Nen user raised his head, glanced at the three, and snorted coldly. "Dream on, a bunch of dog Hunters." After saying that, he suddenly let out a scream.
The three didn't have time to react or provide any treatment. Along with the scream, his eyes directly exploded, and a large amount of blood spurted from his facial orifices. He instantly became still.
"What happened?" The three looked bewildered. They had clearly checked carefully, and there was no poison or similar substance hidden on him. How did he suddenly die?
Just then, a 'clicking' sound came from the other party's head. The three were startled, quickly took a step back, and their Nen instantly surged out. Several insects crawled out from his ears and nasal passages.
"!" Begetto raised his hand and fired several shots, killing all the fallen insects.
Kevin stepped forward, irregular Nen surged from his hand, enveloping the other party's head. His expression became unusual. "Too ruthless—he's too ruthless to himself!" Kevin felt that he couldn't do something like that.
"What is it?" Locke asked curiously from the side.
"We didn't find it because he must have left something like insect eggs in his head, perhaps through his Nen ability or some other method. Those insect eggs just hatched. His head was eaten into a mess—there's nothing left. Forget about surviving, even using a Nen ability to probe memories might not yield any useful information."
Hearing these words, Locke couldn't help touching his own neck, feeling a chill come over him. Just listening to it gave him goosebumps. Begetto also couldn't help feeling some admiration. To be able to achieve this level of secrecy was truly impressive.
Just then, a pigeon flew in from outside. Seeing this, Kevin instantly wanted to punch the flying pigeon. Begetto quickly stopped him.
"Wait—it's a letter from the association." The pigeon landed on Begetto's shoulder. Begetto opened the letter on it and took a look.
After reading it, Begetto's expression was strange. He looked at the two, then at the dead Nen user.
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