"Too slow." Lin Feng punched apart a black-robed man who was tying him up, then turned and hurled a punch at the black-robed leader.
The black-robed leader only felt a tremendous force strike him before his entire body was blasted away.
His enormous body smashed into several houses, finally exposing the humans inside who were being used as experimental material.
Watching the bound humans struggle one after another, Lin Feng accelerated again and charged toward the black-robed leader.
The transformed black-robed leader had tremendous vitality and had suffered no serious injuries from being sent flying by Lin Feng.
But those two clashes had already robbed the black-robed leader of the courage to keep fighting Lin Feng.
The black-robed man knew he was no match for Lin Feng and was already thinking of fleeing.
But before fleeing, the black-robed man had to destroy the experimental material here. Otherwise, even if he escaped, the Gene Cult would not spare him.
Lin Feng hurried toward the rubble where the black-robed man lay.
After seeing the weakened humans among the rubble, Lin Feng planned to close in on the black-robed leader quickly, then see whether he could save these humans.
If they had been martial artists, Lin Feng might have ignored them.
Because entering the world of martial artists meant you had already passively accepted the dangers you might encounter.
But these people were only ordinary humans.
Martial artists were meant to protect ordinary people.
Just then, the black-robed leader took out a black remote control.
"Don't you want to save them? Go on, save them. Save them!" The black-robed leader spread his mouth in a gleeful grin.
Click.
Under Lin Feng's furious gaze, the black-robed man pressed the remote.
Boom! A tremendous blast rang out inside the houses.
One ordinary person after another exploded into minced flesh before Lin Feng's eyes.
"Haha, don't you feel so desperate? So helpless?" Without a trace of guilt, the black-robed man taunted him.
"You really deserve to die."
Thud! The ground became an enormous crater, and Lin Feng instantly appeared beside the black-robed man.
Crack! His furious iron fist slammed into the black-robed man's stomach, making his eyes bulge.
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Raising his arm high, Lin Feng brought his elbow down viciously, driving the black-robed leader underground.
Having crippled the black-robed leader in two moves, Lin Feng showed no intention of stopping.
Jumping into the deep pit, Lin Feng grabbed the black-robed leader by the foot and forcibly dragged him out like a dead dog.
The black-robed leader could no longer resist and looked at Lin Feng in terror.
Lin Feng's eyes were red, and savage killing intent radiated from his entire body.
Dragging the black-robed leader along, Lin Feng came to the foot of a stone pillar.
In his other hand, Lin Feng held a longsword he had just picked up.
Swish! The longsword traced a streak of white light, and one of the black-robed leader's legs was severed.
"Aah!"
The pain of having a leg hacked off while he was still alive made the black-robed leader howl incessantly.
"So you do know pain. This is only the beginning. Take your time enjoying it."
After Lin Feng spoke, he cut off the black-robed leader's other leg as well.
"You can't kill me! I'm a deacon of the Gene Cult! If you kill me, the Gene Cult won't spare you!"
The black-robed leader forced himself to endure the pain as he spoke.
"The Gene Cult, huh? That's fine. Even if they don't come, I'll go looking for them."
"From now on, the Gene Cult will be my target for slaughter."
There was madness in Lin Feng's voice. The black-robed leader's actions had thoroughly enraged him.
Ignoring the look in the black-robed leader's eyes, Lin Feng struck again.
With two swishing sword strokes, both of the black-robed leader's arms fell away.
Now, the black-robed leader had become a human stick.
Finding a chain, Lin Feng bound the black-robed leader to the stone pillar and watched his breathing steadily weaken from blood loss.
Only after a full hour did the black-robed man stop breathing from excessive blood loss.
For that entire hour, the black-robed leader howled incessantly, until he could no longer make a sound toward the end.