118: Calamity of Poison - Mutant Gene Warriors

The pustule-covered Poison Corpse, sprawled on the car roof, slowly rotated its dangling eyeballs in the air, finally fixing its gaze on Tang Ping.

It sprang up like a frog!

Tang Ping twisted his wrist behind him, and Flame Moon Slash swept out, cutting the Poison Corpse attempting a sneak attack into two halves.

By now, he had killed at least eighty, if not a hundred, of these Poison Corpses. Because their bodies were filled with corrosive acid, Tang Ping dared not get close, otherwise he would have to consume his limited pupa fluid.

But as the Poison Corpse exploded, several cold glints, using the concealment, shot towards Tang Ping!

Someone was ambushing him?

Tang Ping's eyes slightly chilled. He twisted his body, quickly dodging the unknown objects prick that were coming at him.

"Is that person dead?"

"Definitely dead. My poisoned darts contain potent venom. If hit, he'll turn into pus in minutes! Quick, let's go pick up his shelter item!"

"That knife is good, it's mine," said the man holding a chipped, broken knife, greedily.

"What are you dreaming about? That's a C-rank Transcendent Weapon!"

"Old Bao, are you sure that's a C-rank Transcendent Weapon?" asked the jacketed man who was leading.

"How could it be fake? These eyes of mine aren't for nothing!" Old Bao pointed to his eyes, rather proudly. He was the only one in the team with a C-rank Talent; although this Talent had no combat power, its ability to identify treasures was first-rate.

"Alright, later we'll take that knife to the trading zone and sell it for an F-rank Transcendent Knife. All the rest will be exchanged for attribute stones," the jacketed captain said.

"Captain, that's...!" the knife-wielding man said anxiously.

"Enough, it's decided," the jacketed captain concluded.

"Heh, what's wrong, Old Nose, you still want to monopolize this C-rank Transcendent Weapon?" a teammate next to him sneered.

The big-nosed man holding the knife's expression flickered between cloudy and clear, then he snorted coldly, no longer speaking.

These people, not even knowing if the other party was dead, had already started discussing the spoils of war, and even had disagreements. Clearly, they were just a makeshift group.

This group didn't notice Tang Ping's presence, only assuming the other party had truly turned into pus, so they eagerly approached.

Little did they know, a death trap had already been set not far from them.

Leading the way was the big-nosed man with the knife. His eyes burned with fervor, and in his obscure gaze, he even seemed to be planning to grab the knife and directly exit the dungeon.

At that time, this C-rank Transcendent Weapon would be his alone.

Thinking of this, he immediately quickened his pace.

Suddenly, the big-nosed man with the knife, for some unknown reason, stopped in place, motionless!

"Old Nose, why did you stop? Aren't you going to look at your beloved knife? If you don't touch it now, you won't even get to touch it later," a teammate who caught up mocked.

Seeing that Old Nose still didn't respond, he felt a sudden doubt and stepped forward to push him.

Then, in the terrified eyes of his teammate, Old Nose collapsed! Like stacked building blocks, he crumbled into pieces.

"What's going on!" The captain's body stiffened in place, every muscle tense. He didn't care about the dead Old Nose, but was terrified by how the other party had suddenly become like this!

"No, it wasn't me who killed him," the teammate who touched Old Nose frantically waved his hands.

"I killed him."

Tang Ping stood on the roof of a scrapped car, a small spider still clinging to his head: "Well done."

"You, you're not dead!" The jacket-wearing captain was terrified, retreating in panic, but it was this retreat that made him freeze. He wanted to look down, but was already unable to do so.

"Captain, what's wrong with you?" The two teammates next to him were terrified, could the captain also be...? They wanted to go check, but after just two steps, they also stopped in place.

A gust of wind swept by, and the three of them also collapsed into pieces.

The Ghost Spider Gu retracted its webs.

Tang Ping came down and collected the shelter items from all four people. They were very ordinary shelter items, all F-rank and E-rank common traits, with the highest only being D-rank.

Tang Ping's keen senses suddenly made him notice a cold, murderous gaze fixed on him! Danger! He immediately turned around, flames swirling on his Tang Knife, and a Flame Moon Slash cut towards the direction of the gaze!

Before the Flame Moon Slash reached the location of that gaze, Tang Ping clearly saw what it was: a person, but with no emotion in his eyes, just like a pure machine.

It was a boy who looked only seventeen or eighteen, with golden curly hair and delicate features, like a prince out of a fairy tale.

Before the Flame Moon Slash approached, a mass of flesh exploded from behind the Blond Boy. The flesh wriggled, transforming into a pair of fleshy wings that completely enveloped him!

The Flame Moon Slash struck it, exploding, and the scorching flames burned fiercely. But very quickly, the fleshy wings wriggled, peeling away like a snake shedding its skin, rapidly pulling back. The Blond Boy escaped the flames, and with a tremor of his fleshy wings, he charged towards Tang Ping. At the ends of the fleshy wings, bone blades popped out, the lowest ones scraping the ground, carving half-a-foot deep marks into the concrete, as easy as slicing tofu.

The speed was too fast, almost just a shadow, flashing past. This Mutant Gene Warrior arrived above Tang Ping's head, its fleshy wings raised, and the bone blades on them cut down towards Tang Ping, seemingly intending to slice Tang Ping in half.

Tang Ping, whose spirit had already broken through two hundred, could still capture the opponent's trajectory even outside the range of his spiritual perception.

And, by all accounts, his speed was no slower than the opponent's!

His body left afterimages as Tang Ping dodged the cutting of the fleshy wing's bone blades, and the Tang Knife in his hand thrust towards the Blond Boy's head.

These Mutant Gene Warriors had abnormally strong self-healing abilities; only by shattering their brains could they be truly killed.

The Blond Boy's combat instincts seemed to be ingrained in his genes. The other fleshy wing folded into a tentacle, pressing down immediately, its bone blades lined up in a row. If hit, Tang Ping would likely be cut into strips instantly.

Tang Ping's heart pounded. He had only understood a little about the powerful instincts of Mutant Gene Warriors through records before, but he hadn't expected them to be so strong, completely like natural predators.

At this moment, he could no longer continue his offensive and could only withdraw his knife, blocking the rows of gleaming bone blades.

If he didn't do so, he might stab the opponent's head, but the opponent's rows of bone blades would definitely slice him into pieces.

Stabbing the opponent's brain, this Blond Boy might not necessarily die, but if he himself became human slices, he would definitely die a miserable death.

The immense power caused the concrete ground beneath Tang Ping's feet to crack and sink two feet deep.

"Damn it, these Mutant Gene Warriors are so abnormal!" Tang Ping's expression changed; he could only use his ultimate move.

"Red Lotus Demonic Flame!"