The warriors in the camp roared and charged up the mountain.
These are all achievements.
Besides, there are only three people on the other side.
They had more than twenty Intermediate Martial Artist on their side.
"Roar roar roar--"
Let me test your strength!
On the hillside, Qin Ze's two clones launched the first attack.
The martial artists below were completely stunned.
There are only two of you, yet instead of surrendering, you charged forward. Where did you get the courage?
However, the next second, they were all dumbfounded.
From the other side of the hillside, a large group of strange creatures emerged, twice their number.
They were all incredibly excited, like they'd been injected with adrenaline, spouting nonsense.
"The elite demolition team requests to participate!"
"The Father of the Gods granted me vision!"
"Behold my lightning whirlwind strike!"
"Your master has arrived! Everyone kneel down!"
"..."
The martial artists were stunned.
There are only three, aren't there?
Where did this huge group come from?
Don't go too far!
The group was still hesitating about whether to back down.
After all, the meager monthly salary they receive isn't worth risking their lives for.
However, they had no choice; their clones had already attacked.
Boom boom boom--
The three old guys from the Self-Destruct Squad, in their quest for the first kill, detonated themselves several steps away from the target.
The enemy in front of him was only splattered with blood, otherwise he was completely unharmed.
The other members of the Self-Destruct Squad cursed and swore upon seeing this.
"It's already over 500 chapters, and you still have absolutely no experience! You can't even figure out how to measure distance!"
"You've really embarrassed our outstanding group."
"I just joined a few days ago, so please be more understanding of newcomers."
"..."
Although it is not very harmful, it is extremely deterrent.
The warrior in front wiped the blood off his face, looking on in disbelief.
Who fights like this?!
Mom, I want to go home.
Like a flood bursting its banks, the clones surged down the hillside in an instant, scattering the martial artists who hadn't yet recovered from the shock.
I'll pierce your gallbladder!
I'll kick your balls!
I'll stab you in the kidneys!
"Watch me self-destruct!"
Next, the clones' fighting style opened their eyes even more; they had never seen anything so rogue and ruthless.
Apart from the old guys in the Self-Destruct Squad, the other clones are all around level three.
Through so many battles, they have accumulated rich combat experience, coupled with tacit teamwork.
Groups of two or three, with occasional sneak attacks from Self-Destruct Squad that disregarded martial ethics and resorted to suicide bombing, managed to hold their own against more than twenty Intermediate Martial Artist for a time.
The smile on the face of the burly, bearded man in the camp gradually disappeared.
Contrary to his expectations of a swift victory, his men not only failed to achieve a decisive victory but were instead overwhelmed by a counterattack.
A motley crew, so difficult to deal with?
Some of the clones that failed to capture their opponents have already run into the camp.
The Energy Gathering Tower is sparkling clean; it's clearly a valuable asset.
Even if I can't take it home, I still want to touch it properly.
The operator glanced at the camp's main gate out of the corner of his eye. "Don't let them in."
"Of course I know."
The burly man felt his face being slapped repeatedly.
Just a second ago they were making firm promises.
I never expected my subordinates to be so incompetent.
The burly man leaped up and crashed into the camp's main gate.
A savage charge instantly sent several curious children who had just entered the camp and were looking around excitedly flying.
"That old man has no martial ethics!"
Snap--
The burly man kicked him to pieces.
"You talk too much."
Immediately, he looked at the other clone.
The clone made a zipping motion on its lips, indicating that it was Silent Poppy.
The burly man sneered, "Even a mute has to die."
Clone: "Damn it!"
Just as the opponent was about to kick, Qin Ze finally arrived at the scene.
Bang--
Qin Ze raised his right arm to block the opponent's heavy blow.
The burly man stumbled back several steps.
Qin Ze beckoned to him. "Continue."
The burly man frowned.
He could feel the powerful energy emanating from the other person during that kick.
He's a tough nut to crack.
"Let's do it again!"
With a loud roar, the burly man unleashed a series of crackling sounds as countless blood vessels in his body were opened.
Qin Ze shook his head. "I stopped using such a low-level method of improvement a long time ago."
The burly man gritted his teeth and stepped forward again.
He's another martial artist who relies solely on physical training, lacking any innate talent.
However, Qin Ze's physical strength had already surpassed that of Level Seven Martial Artist.
He felt nothing but softness in the other person's fist.
After playing too many high-level matches, these low-skill games are really boring.
Sweat beaded on the burly man's forehead. Seeing Qin Ze acting as if nothing had happened, he roared, "If you're so capable, don't just hide like a woman!"
Qin Ze raised his hand to wipe his face, and said with disgust, "You're really useless. All you do is get my face covered in saliva."
The burly man suddenly stumbled and almost lost his footing.
"Then let me see what you're capable of!"
"I am coming?"
"Come on! You useless coward who only knows how to hide!"
Bang--
The White Tiger of Qi and Blood slammed into the opponent's chest, sending the burly man flying dozens of meters backward instantly.
Qin Ze shrugged. "Always asking to be beaten, I've never seen such a strange request before."
With Qin Ze blocking the strong man, the clones successfully slipped into the camp.
Like Granny Liu visiting the Grand View Garden, looking here and there.
The operator was Land of the Gods watching the screen when a curious voice suddenly rang in his ears.
What does this line mean?
The operator instinctively replied, "This line represents the stability of the Energy Gathering Tower..."
Sensing something amiss, the operator turned around abruptly and saw a guy wearing a cartoon monkey mask standing next to him, intently watching the screen.
"You..."
The monkey masked man turned his head. "Go on, talk about stability and stuff, I'm listening."
The operator swallowed hard.
In his mind, he gave a heartfelt greeting to the ancestors of all the guards.
"What is this wire for?"
The operator looked up and saw a strange figure wearing a realistic Hyena mask standing behind the tower, holding up a wire and tentatively pulling it outwards.
The operator's expression changed drastically. "No...!"
It was too late.
After failing to pull it down several times, the Little Hyena became enraged and, through sheer force, managed to rip the cable off the Energy Gathering Tower.
Suddenly, the lights on the Energy Gathering Tower began to flash wildly, as if they had short-circuited.
The Little Hyena clapped its paws and nodded in satisfaction. "That looks much better."
The operator was pale, his lips trembling. "It's over."
Sizzle--
The Energy Gathering Tower was radiating electric light.
The Little Hyena finally realized it had gone too far.
boom--
The Energy Gathering Tower exploded with a deafening roar, and the intense flames instantly engulfed the Little Hyena that hadn't had time to escape.
Watching the incoming shockwave, the monkey-masked man cursed, "What a damn useless teammate!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a shockwave swept across the control panel, instantly cleaning up the pots and pans.
The deafening explosion immediately drew everyone's attention.
Qin Ze's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
Before he could even begin to study it, his clones had already destroyed the Energy Gathering Tower.
Thump~
The burly man suddenly knelt on the ground and raised his hands.
"Big brother, stop hitting him."
"I surrender!"