Docking

"Mengtesi Badun specializes in controlling metal and other such forces. Gene weapons, firearms and many other things have no power whatsoever against him. Instead, he can turn them to his own use!"

At the edge of the ship, Zhou Xin told everyone to mold the exotic beast dung into balls, then briefly explained why.

Mengtesi Badun's genetic strength was not flawless, but compared with his advantages, his weaknesses were hardly worth mentioning.

With no chance to fight him at close range, Zhou Xin could only resort to attacking him with filth.

But that could only disgust him. After all, no high-level Sequence Holder had ever been beaten to death with shit.

"The exotic beasts on my ship shit a lot. There are at least two tons of dung left!" Zhou Xin shouted into the distance.

"Fuck your mother!"

More than two hundred meters away, Mengtesi Badun raised a megaphone and cursed.

Although Zhou Xin had not knocked him down with the dung, the dung projectiles had smashed up quite a few places on his speedboat, and plenty had splattered onto Mengtesi Badun himself.

Zhou Xin was a Seventh Sequence Holder, after all. Even a pebble could hit with the force of a bullet when he threw it, so dung balls could indeed cause damage in his hands.

He could not control things like shit and piss, and they were hard to block. Nor could he dodge every time. The speedboat they were riding had to be operated; they could not simply use their bodies to dodge at will.

After taking more than a hundred hits, Mengtesi Badun heard Zhou Xin's shout. Even though he had another purpose, he could not help thinking of retreat.

His mistake on this trip was grabbing the wrong person. Of course, his greater mistake was