Catastrophe Containment Facility
Chapter 595 - 584: Man-Tiger and Bear-Tiger

Chapter 595: Chapter 584: Man-Tiger and Bear-Tiger

The Demonic Music Box’s melody could affect "class-tier creatures" that were below Disaster Level—those of Disaster Lower Order wouldn’t be influenced at all if they didn’t actively move to the music.

Even so, it achieved Wen Wen’s desired effect of clearing the field. Shortly after the music started, the only "class-tiers" left were two Disaster Lower Order Slave Masters not moving to its tune.

One of the Slave Masters was four meters tall with brown fur, sprawling on the ground like a flesh and bone war chariot, transformed from a brown bear.

The other was two meters tall, a human-turned "class-tier" holding a sinister-looking giant pair of scissors.

Upon seeing Wen Wen’s move, these two Slave Masters’ eyes flashed murderously, and with a wave of their hands, dozens of iron-blue Specters burst out from cages beside the stadium, rushing at Wen Wen like zombies escaping captivity.

Each Slave Master commanded a varying number of Specters, who were agile, fearless of death, and ferocious, each more powerful than an ordinary "class-tier."

However, the notion of defeating Wen Wen with these "class-tiers" seemed unlikely, so the two Slave Masters simply aimed to disrupt his rhythm, seeking an opportunity to either destroy or turn off the Demonic Music Box.

They were acutely aware of the great chasm between their strength and Wen Wen’s, so spurred by the natural caution of feline creatures, they wouldn’t recklessly venture into danger unless cornered, preferring to free the other "class-tiers" and swarm Wen Wen together.

Specters, being essentially deceased creatures, were unaffected by the music box. Nevertheless, Wen Wen looked at these Specters with slight disdain; the idea that these could hold him back was naive.

With the Blade of Contamination in one hand and the Battle-axe Steak in the other, he charged into their midst like a tiger among sheep, instantly carving several Specters to pieces.

Then Wen Wen fought as he moved, walking the Specters around the stadium as one would walk a dog, not only slaughtering them like chopping vegetables but also leaving behind his hair and multiple spatial marks around the arena!

During the process, he also distractedly sliced wounds into the dancing "class-tiers" with his hair, forcing them to bleed as they danced and continuously lose strength.

The bodies of these "class-tiers" were far stronger than those of humans. If one solely relied on dancing to kill them, it might take at least two or three days, but injuries changed everything.

Wen Wen pulled the Blade of Contamination from the belly of the last Specter and sheathed the knife; the filth sticking to the blade was absorbed, thus the knife remained perpetually clean.

"How long do you two plan to wait? There’s nothing left to buy you time," said Wen Wen, turning to the two Slave Masters.

The Slave Masters exchanged a look, both conceiving the thought of retreat. Judging by the strength Wen Wen had displayed, they stood no chance against him.

Like many "class-tiers," they possessed Superpower, but aside from a few exceptional individuals, most "class-tier’s" abilities were enhancements of a particular attribute of themselves. They relied more on their beastly powerful bodies and strong battle instincts for combat.

Now their instincts were screaming that battling Wen Wen meant death, so they had long since given up on the idea of fighting.

But just then, a strange tiger’s roar, its origin unknown, filled the air. The two "class-tiers" that were ready to flee suddenly brimmed with fighting spirit, glaring at Wen Wen’s neck with the ferocious gaze of Hunters.

Just now, a higher Level Slave Master issued an order to the two of them, insisting that they must duel Wen Wen to the death and were not allowed to flee!

Upon hearing this voice, Wen Wen laughed, "Tsk, tsk, you finally couldn’t help but make a sound... But why still not willing to come out? Do I need to kill all of your subordinates before you show yourself?"

Wen Wen’s own mission was to completely destroy the Tiger Breeding Center and to cause enormous chaos.

To destroy the breeding center, it wasn’t enough just to blow up the building and slaughter the tiger-likes in this stadium; there was one key figure that needed to be dealt with, the leader of the Tiger Breeding Center.

According to the information provided by Yuan Xiao’s sand table, a Disaster Upper Order Monster should be lurking around the breeding center, but despite causing trouble for so long, Wen Wen had not seen any trace of it.

Either it was directly killed by Wen Wen’s bombs, which was almost impossible, or that guy had been hiding in the shadows all along, waiting for Wen Wen to reveal a flaw.

This was exactly why Wen Wen, from the beginning until now, had been using only his black hair and the Demonic Music Box, not letting his abilities be too exposed to the hidden enemy.

The Bear-Tiger and the Human-Tiger Slave Masters began to move; they didn’t directly pounce towards Wen Wen but instead circled around him, as if looking for a blind spot in his defense.

Wen Wen was indifferent to their movements; during the earlier skirmish with the Specters, he had already turned this place into his home ground.

He then gently patted the music box, and the music that was playing seemed as if the fast-forward button had been pressed, the speed suddenly increased, and the dancing tiger-likes became even more frantic.

The dance frequency before had already overwhelmed them, and now this speed made their stamina plummet at an exaggerated rate.

After the acceleration of the music, the two Slave Masters couldn’t hold back and began their all-out attack on Wen Wen.

The Bear-Tiger Slave Master roared and charged at Wen Wen with the force of overturning seas and uprooting mountains, each step leaving huge footprints behind.

Its ability was to enhance the defensive strength of its fur. Its skin seemed just like ordinary bear skin, but even armor-piercing bullets couldn’t penetrate it.

As long as it got close, relying on its immense strength and defense, it was confident that it could crush Wen Wen’s slender frame!

But Wen Wen didn’t even look at it; he simply flicked his hair, and the ropes formed by his strands bound the Bear-Tiger, the ground it stood on was like a spider web that Wen Wen had long prepared with traps awaiting its step.

The strength on the hair strands grew stronger, Wen Wen wanted to slice it into pieces directly, but the guy was almost bound into a tire man by the hair, and the skin still wasn’t cut through.

Moreover, Wen Wen could feel that the strength of the binding hair was weakening; Wen Wen’s hair was very tough, for this to happen there could only be one reason...

Wen Wen turned his head and saw the Human-Tiger Slave Master using its large shears to cut every strand of hair it saw!