Solving It.

The intense sounds of battle here drew the attention of the other Genetic Humans, who all streamed out of Steel City like a surging tide.

Their hurried figures carried a tremendous momentum.

Some even emerged directly from the filthy, stinking Blood River, splashing up a sheet of murky water that made anyone nearby feel sick.

There appeared to be roughly three or four hundred Genetic Humans. They had all sorts of forms—some were enormous, while others had twisted limbs—and they radiated a terrifying aura.

"Perfect for you to practice on!" Bullet roared. His voice rang across the chaotic battlefield like thunder. Black-purple matter condensed around his iron fist, and the mysterious power seemed to come from the abyss, making everyone shudder.

"Fist-Bullet!!" As he roared, a tremendous shock wave swept forward with irresistible force.

Every Genetic Human it passed through instantly turned into minced flesh, as fragile as paper. Blood sprayed everywhere, and severed limbs flew through the air. The scene was horrifyingly bloody.

"Battle! So refreshing!" Bullet threw his head back and laughed. A fervent desire for battle burned in his eyes, as though the bloody scene was a kind of enjoyment to him—a way to release the wildness in his heart.

Swain also encountered plenty of fools who did not know their place. Of course, they truly had no eyes; their twisted faces held only a few strange holes, making one's hair stand on end.

"What a terrifying bunch!" Swain could not help grumbling. His brows furrowed, and disgust showed on his face.

Then his body transformed into a layer of mist and vanished from where he stood. The instantaneous change was astonishing.

More than a dozen Genetic Humans lunged at empty air, their faces filled with fury and frustration. They roared angrily and searched everywhere for Swain's