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Chapter 841 - 851: Kill! (Second Update)

Chapter 841: Chapter 851: Kill! (Second Update)

"You’re dead!" Tang Zhong said coldly.

A voice rang out, sending a shiver down Hu Gego’s entire body.

The dignity of the God of Slaughter was not something to be underestimated. To survive both World War I and World War II, one had to be anything but ordinary.

"You?!" Hu Gego roared furiously, stomping the ground with his legs. He immediately leaped into the air, hovering mid-air, before unleashing a Thunder Palm straight at Tang Zhong.

Thunder Light on his arm transformed into a Thunder Python.

Hu Gego then dove downwards, shouting, "Die!"

His entire body gleamed with a blood-red glow.

Moving as though at light speed.

At that moment, he struck down towards Tang Zhong.

But Tang Zhong, brimming with power, met him with a punch of his own.

The shape of a Golden Dragon Head emerged, coiled around his fist.

It clashed with the Thunder Python.

Boom!

A tidal-wave-like explosion rippled outward.

The air vibrated with deafening rumbles!

The shockwaves spreading across the surroundings were observable to the naked eye.

Tang Zhong held firm.

"No... This—this is impossible! How can you block my attack? I don’t believe it!" Hu Gego roared as he continued striking with his Blast Fists.

The Thunder Python kept surging down in relentless attempts to annihilate Tang Zhong.

But Tang Zhong’s fists met each strike head-on.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

No matter how Hu Gego launched his fists, all were blocked by Tang Zhong with ease.

"This... How can this be?" Hu Gego’s face turned grim.

Moments ago, a single punch had sent Tang Zhong flying. How had he now grown so powerful?

Impossible. Absolutely impossible!

Hu Gego descended into madness.

"Impossible? After so long, isn’t it my turn?" Tang Zhong smirked coldly.

Even he didn’t understand the sudden surge of power within him, but to him, it was a gift.

Without hesitation, Tang Zhong clenched his fist tightly, producing sharp crackling sounds. The raw power coursing from his spine was constant and overwhelming.

Though strength came from Blood Power, blood originated deep in the spine.

Tang Zhong’s fist glowed brilliantly as it manifested into the form of a dragon head.

The dragon exuded an unmatched aura of majesty.

Then he aimed it straight at Hu Gego, unleashing a devastating punch.

Despite his fury, Hu Gego could sense the immense force in that incoming blow.

"I can’t kill you, and you think you can kill me?!" Hu Gego roared, summoning lightning to form a Thunder Shield.

"Break for me!" Tang Zhong bellowed furiously.

In an instant, the Dragon Head Fist smashed into the shield.

The crushing impact felt as overwhelming as a mountain.

The brilliance and intensity of the light surged further.

Boom!

"You won’t break it! You don’t have the power!" Hu Gego sneered.

But as soon as the words left his lips.

A gaping hole appeared in the shield.

The Thunder Shield began to fragment, piece by piece.

Seeing this, Hu Gego froze in terror, disbelief written all over his face: "This... This is impossible! My Thunder Shield... How could you shatter it?"

"Not only will I shatter your shield, I’ll pierce through you too!" Tang Zhong roared.

He was getting closer to his target—Hu Gego’s death.

The Dragon Head Fist aimed straight for Hu Gego’s abdomen.

"Die!"

Hu Gego never anticipated his shield would break. The feral look on his face hadn’t fully dissipated before he saw the Dragon Head Fist barreling toward him, eliciting sheer terror.

"Impossible. Absolutely impossible!"

Hu Gego tried to resist, but there was no room for retaliation.

The Dragon Head Fist surged swiftly, striking his abdomen with full force.

This punch contained all of Tang Zhong’s pent-up rage. He wanted this man dead.

He must die!

The fist struck Hu Gego’s abdomen head-on, and even before complete impact, the intense force had already compressed and distorted the flesh on Hu Gego’s frame.

It seemed on the verge of bursting apart.

"No... This can’t be!" Terror like never before etched itself onto Hu Gego’s face.

But it was too late.

In the next moment, the fist landed squarely on his belly, punching straight through.

Hu Gego screamed in terror, but it availed him nothing.

The violent shockwave ripped through his body, squeezing his vitality away bit by bit. The youth from his physique gradually faded—from twenty, to thirty, to forty, until he aged to ninety, appearing as if he’d lived his entire life in an instant.

"No! I don’t want to die!" Hu Gego cried, but there was no undoing fate.

Now an aged, white-haired man with pale skin, Hu Gego’s vitality vanished as the Dragon Head Fist pierced through him. It ruptured his heart into shredded flesh, sending his body hurtling backward.

He flew a dozen meters, gouging deep trenches into the earth, colliding heavily with a wall, reducing it to rubble.

When he finally stopped, his figure was unrecognizable. He lay on the ground, lifeless and grim-faced.

Tang Zhong remained standing, panting violently as though drained by strenuous effort. That final punch had almost exhausted him completely.

But upon seeing Hu Gego sprawled motionless in defeat, a smile crept across Tang Zhong’s face.

A grin of immense satisfaction.

"Weiwei, I avenged you!"

"Weiwei, I finally killed Hu Gego. Did you see that?"

At that moment, Tang Zhong lost control of his body and collapsed to the ground.

He was truly spent. Utterly spent!

As long as Hu Gego died, it was good. Weiwei could now rest peacefully.

At this time, around Woer Town.

Truck after truck loaded with missiles rolled in, accompanied by tanks. Bombers in the skies were also readied.

These were the weapons Giger had prepared to deal with Tang Zhong. Now everything was in place.

In the distance, Giger oversaw operations alongside the commanders of modern warfare. Holding a telescope, he observed the events unfolding on Tang Zhong’s side.

Seeing Hu Gego’s death, Giger felt no anger. Losing Hu Gego but gaining Tang Zhong was far more intriguing.

If they could kill Tang Zhong and capture his remains for research, it would be a monumental achievement.

A commander approached, saying, "Commander Giger... The missiles, tanks, and bombers are all primed. Shall we open fire?"

Upon hearing this, Giger smirked coldly. He waved his hand decisively. "Fire! Aim at that man and open fire!"