Bloodlust Killed in an Instant, Something More Terrifying Behind the Door!

"I'm going to rip your claws off one by one today, and shove them down your throat along with this shard of glass!"

With a roar, Jacqueline's bones cracked, and her dark green tactical vest bulged as her muscles expanded.

Good material is good material.

Even as the two genuine Liger muscles inside swelled wildly, there wasn't the slightest drooping or swaying in front of its chest.

"A Frankenstein's monster! Does he really think he can act like the king of beasts just because he's changed into a flashy outfit?!"

"Let me see how many claws you can withstand, this patchwork of new flesh!"

Bloodlust glint shone brightly as he crossed his two arms, covered in light golden fur, and swung them out, his ten sharp claws reaching for Jacqueline.

In her past career as a black market mercenary, the mind was the mind, and the body was the body.

No matter who the unlucky person is, once they've been soaked in formaldehyde for a few days, their nerve reaction speed will be halved.

Even if those guys found some scraps of Africa lioness flesh to piece together a shell for her, she'd essentially just be a slightly sturdier silicone inflatable dummy.

Charge in for hand-to-hand combat?

They're complaining that Satan is too slow in issuing numbers, so they're queuing up to be reincarnated!

Jacqueline had no intention of performing any high-difficulty micro-management maneuvers.

Dodge? Positioning? Block?

Just go for it!

A punch, brimming with brute force, slammed straight into the center of the Bloodlust, intersecting claw blades.

A head-on collision, pure physical bullying!

"Smash it, you son of a bitch!!"

Six of the ten Bloodlust claws snapped off on the spot, and two others curled up and pierced into the flesh of her own hand.

"What?! How can your bones be so hard?!"

Bloodlust let out a strange cry of pain and staggered back five or six steps.

Before she could even regain her balance, a figure flashed past out of the corner of her eye.

Yang Jianhua had already silently sneaked into her blind spot.

With a flick of its wrist, the hundred-times-forged soft sword produced three consecutive sword flowers.

Driven by Bloodlust rage and terror, he unleashed his full ferocity at the brink of death, launching a desperate counterattack.

Using the momentum of the spin, his left leg swept out horizontally, the beast-shaped iron spikes on the toe of his boot heading straight for Yang Jianhua.

"Get out of here, you yellow-skinned woman!"

Yang Jianhua leaned back slightly, and with a deft flick of his soft sword along the calf of the man who was about to Bloodlust kick, he deflected the heavy blow to the side.

"The foundation is weak; even the junior high school students on the sports school's martial arts team don't have the same level of stance training."

Yang Jianhua made a nonchalant comment, and with his Bagua Mud-Walking Steps, he had already floated behind Bloodlust.

With a sudden burst of wrist strength, the sword's spine slashed down towards the Bloodlust ankles.

Blood spurted out a meter high.

"Ouch! My leg! My Achilles tendon!!"

She gripped the ground with both hands, dragging her two limp, useless legs forward, cursing incessantly. "Despicable rats! You bunch of bastards from the East! Why don't you fight me one-on-one?!"

No matter how ferocious the Bloodlust, without a lower body, one is utterly rendered useless, leaving only a long trail of blood on the ground.

"Oh dear, Lady, lying on the ground isn't a very dignified posture."

Not far away, the Gambit took the cigarette out of his mouth, and arranged five playing cards in a fan shape at his fingertips.

"You kicked over my friend's specimen jar pretty well, didn't you? Here, take this New Orleans specialty kinetic energy card and get a lifetime membership for your back."

Five playing cards are imbued with purplish-red kinetic energy.

With a flick of the finger, five cards, glowing with a purplish-red light, spun in a straight line and flew towards Bloodlust.

No, no!

The kinetic energy shockwaves from the chain of explosions caused violent tremors inside the sealed warehouse, and the raging blast wave cleared away all the experimental debris scattered on the floor.

Bloodlust was too late to protect his vitals, and he was blasted into the air.

"Get the hell over here!"

Jacqueline leaped up, through the smoke, and her five fingers gripped the Bloodlust throat.

Using the momentum of her rapid descent, she swung her single arm, Bloodlust, and smashed it towards the large door deep inside:

"Pay with your life, you scum!"

The underground space shook three times.

Bloodlust didn't even utter a sound, spraying his mouthful of blood mixed with broken teeth all over Jacqueline's hand.

The door, slammed violently by Jacqueline, collapsed inwards, falling into the dark passage behind it.

The Gambit whistled and strolled over with a leisurely gait:

"Seriously, Jacqueline, if you had that kind of superhuman strength, you'd be carrying heavy loads at the New Orleans docks. The foreman would pay you three times your base salary plus Five Insurances and One Housing Fund."

"So, have you gotten your revenge? Are you feeling better now?"

Jacqueline released her grip and looked at the dying man.

"Dispel my ass! I won't let Omen go until I rip out that old hag's heart and crush it!"

Yang Jianhua, standing at the very front, did not relax in the slightest.

She frowned as she looked at the dark, unknown space behind the collapsed vault door.

"Stop joking! Step back! Something's not right inside the door!"

A frigid mist, capable of freezing a person to death, surged forth.

The water vapor in the air condensed into ice crystals, which fell straight down.

In the darkness, a tall woman, about two meters tall, wearing a tight-fitting bodysuit and a long trench coat, floated out.

"Bora! Angela Fedorova!"

The Gambit's face darkened completely, and he grabbed Jacqueline by the back of her collar.

"Get the hell out of here! This woman's completely insane, Russian. She can tear open a portal to the Arctic Circle during the polar night; we'll freeze to death!"

Bora looked down at the three of them from mid-air.

His gaze swept blankly over Jacqueline and the others, then fixed on the unknown void.

She showed no pity for the Bloodlust had died tragically beneath her; her narrow, distorted pupils were filled with hatred and madness.

"Retreat? In this hell filled with deformed lumps of flesh, where can you retreat to?"

She drew a Swan Lake starting pose with both hands in front of her, then inserted her ten fingers into the air and pulled them to both sides!

A spatial rift was torn open in front of him.

"The Lady promised me that as long as I crushed all the crawling insects in this factory and protected the fruits of our labor!"

"She will use the most perfect genes to reshape my 1.65-meter-tall crippled body..."

"I should have been a swan, I should have worn the most perfect pointe shoes and twirled on the center stage of the Moscow Grand Theatre!"

Bora cried out, and the tears that slid down her cheeks froze into ice beads as they fell.

"This distorted world has ruined my stage!"

"Since I can no longer dance ballet, since my toes can no longer spin..."

The entire underground cavern connects to the Arctic Circle's polar ice cap, becoming a deadly passage.

An extreme cold storm, mixed with dense, icy blue wind blades, filled the entire underground area.

Jacqueline was frozen in the ice after retreating only ten meters.

"You lowly worms who've never even seen a stage before, all of you stay here and be my most loyal ice sculpture audience for my personal show!!"

I don't understand why Gambit is wearing an iron mouth mask.