Chapter But Just at This Moment

However, just at this moment, Fang Senyan, this prey who seemed to be on his last breath, suddenly turned his head and stared straight at the grey-clad Berron.

Although Berron was transparent all over, like a piece of glass that had been wiped until it couldn't be any cleaner, so much so that even the details of the bark on the trees behind him could be seen clearly, Fang Senyan was still able to lock onto him with his gaze!

Fang Senyan's eyes were calm and steady.

They were not the eyes of prey at all,

But the eyes of a hunter!!

Despite the Iron-Blooded Star Clan's flawless technology, which precisely filtered out the rustling sound of the grey-clad Berron stepping on fallen leaves,

Despite the cloaking device's success in refracting light, making it impossible for the human eye to capture him,

Despite the grey-clad Berron being a master of stealth,

Fang Senyan's perception clearly captured the process of the leaves not far away being indented, crushed, and broken, even though no sound was transmitted.

The grey-clad Berron's attributes could be said to be only higher than Fang Senyan's, but his weakest point, or rather, the weakest point of the entire Iron-Blooded Star Clan, was still their over-reliance on high-tech means to detect enemies!

This directly led to their generally lower actual perception. In other words, in areas outside of detectors, the Predator might be stronger than Fang Senyan, but even the most powerful detector could only simulate human vision, hearing, and touch. As for smell and taste, they were areas that technology could hardly touch, not to mention that in terms of intuition or mental strength coverage, they were far inferior to Fang Senyan's perception.

Fang Senyan looked at Greyback Berron, his palm forcefully supporting himself on the ground, his solid muscles beginning to tense and accumulate power, obviously ready to go. Even at this moment, the grey-clad Berron remained calm, his shoulders swaying slightly, the clover-shaped infrared targeting reticle of his shoulder cannon already imprinted on Fang Senyan's brow!

Fang Senyan had only 0.5 seconds to avoid the shoulder cannon's lock, and if he continued to charge forward, he would have to take one or even two high-energy laser blasts head-on.

Greyback Berron didn't think that the weak prey in front of him had that much courage. In his mind, if this guy dodged, then he would definitely be injured by the aftershock at such a close distance. With his already heavily injured body, it would almost be adding insult to injury.

If he didn't dodge, then the end of the battle could basically be declared.

So when Fang Senyan charged up so brazenly, Greyback Berron's pupils constricted sharply. Through the sturdy crystal glass of his mask, he saw the red image symbolizing the enemy's body merging with the crimson red of the high-energy laser in an instant!

Then, as usual, the red image symbolizing life was torn apart and shattered miserably, staining the surrounding trees with large patches of desolation. However, that red image defied Greyback Berron's experience, and with a kind of lithe ferocity, it pounced directly in front of him!!

Greyback Berron didn't have time to react at all. He felt a heat wave closing in on him, bringing with it a powerful heat. He only felt as if he had been violently struck, and then his body was strangely paralyzed, his limbs seemingly entering a nightmare, unable to move or react in any way!

Seizing this moment, the enemy, charred all over, suddenly pulled out a majestic weapon, aimed calmly, and pulled the trigger. That weapon was full of an ancient, lonely aura. Greyback Berron even sensed a kind of majesty from it, like a queen.

After the weapon flashed, Greyback Berron only felt as if his whole body had been thoroughly cleansed by a dense, rain-like series of tiny impacts. There was not a single place that didn't hurt. It seemed that countless cracks had appeared on the armor protecting his body, and a red-hot needle had been inserted into each crack!!

However, although the pain was overwhelming, his body remained paralyzed, showing no signs of recovery. Immediately afterward, the prey walked closer, drawing a dull-colored long knife from behind! That long knife seemed ordinary and unremarkable, only the occasional flash of its cutting edge revealed its sharpness, like the coldest starlight in the depths of the universe, about to be deeply imprinted in everyone's heart.

Although the emerald green blood of the Iron-Blooded Star Clan had a faint fishy smell, it had an indescribable sweetness when tasted warm on the tip of the tongue.

The +13 West let out a bloodthirsty tremor after tasting the enemy's flesh!

Fang Senyan looked at the data from the battle log of the blade strike, and an indescribable delight surged in his heart!!

186+98+131+32+800 points

The first strike actually triggered the weapon's special effect!

Five terrifying numbers stood side by side, mixed with a miserable bloody light, directly jumping out, giving one a sense of despair just by looking at them.

Greyback Berron's emerald green blood splashed on Fang Senyan's face. His powerful armor was truly playing a negligible role!

Fang Senyan then fiercely added two more strikes. The miserable light of the blade swept across the air, and large swathes of emerald green blood splattered on the nearby trees, rustling, and then sliding down like quicksilver. After these two strikes, Greyback Berron regained his ability to move, but at this point, it could be said that it was too late.

Fang Senyan had already gained the upper hand completely, or even more accurately, he had the victory!

In just a few seconds, Greyback Berron's position had changed from hunter to prey. Such a strong reversal was difficult for anyone to process. His blood-red eyes were filled with anger and unwillingness, but Fang Senyan wouldn't give him time to catch his breath, and another blade came crashing down.

Greyback Berron backhanded the tiger-tooth dagger at his waist. Because Fang Senyan had already slashed a terrible wound on his left shoulder, he had to use both hands to hold the dagger to parry.

Although he accurately blocked the blade of that inconspicuous long knife, a huge force surged over, staggering him backward and causing him to spurt out a large amount of blood. Greyback Berron knew that he was afraid that he had already completely fallen into a disadvantage and had begun to have thoughts of retreat.

But just at this moment, as if Fang Senyan could read his mind, he smashed a curse potion on the ground, slowing him down in place. Immediately afterward, Fang Senyan flashed over like a shadow, raised the long knife high, and slashed down hard...

This time, there were a total of eight Predators who came with Greyback Berron.

This was also the most basic combat unit of the Predators. Eight people formed a "squad." Among these eight people, there was to be a member who was not specialized in combat. This member shouldered a rather important responsibility, serving as a repairman for various equipment and weapons, a battlefield medic, and also shouldering the heavy responsibility of collecting various intelligence.

In other words, after Fang Senyan and his six companions found their respective one-on-one opponents, there were only three people left guarding the spaceship, one of whom was a non-combatant. In the already begun duel, the other contractors also chose to retreat while fighting, luring their opponents out of the sight of the Predators guarding the ship.

Although the Predators guarding the ship were very curious about the progress of the battle, in order to defend the great honor of the Predators and avoid being accused of interfering, they still chose to wait in place.

Time passed little by little, and the explosions that had been frequently heard in the distance had also disappeared, not having been heard for a long time. The three Predators guarding the ship began to become slightly anxious.

Suddenly, the Predator serving as support clutched his chest, frowned, and his breathing became a little rapid, looking as if he was in pain. But then he straightened up again. The other two Predators, of course, noticed this situation and asked in confusion:

"What's wrong?"

The Predator shook his head and said:

"I don't know what's going on. Just now, my chest seemed to be blocked, but now it's fine."

At this time, one of the Predators frowned and said:

"I don't know why, but I always feel like something is not right. Logically speaking, Lord Grey Cloak should have come out with the prey's head long ago."

"That prey is really fast. If it were me, I wouldn't necessarily be able to catch up," another Predator said. "But isn't it even worse for the prey that Lasnok chose? I estimate that it will take at least two days to piece together and glue his skull. Qier, you'll be busy."

Qier was obviously the support Predator. He was about to speak when he frowned again, clutched his chest, but from the gaps in the mask, a few drops of dark green liquid dripped out! The blood of the Predators was emerald green, but it had suddenly turned that dark green color!!

This time, it took Qier a full five or six seconds to recover. He said anxiously:

"I feel very bad. It feels like there's a fire burning in my chest, as if I've been pierced by something, but now it's back to normal. You have to help me check and scan."

The other two Predators immediately started their masks and began to check Qier, and then said:

"There are some abnormal shadows in your chest. It seems that the tissue is growing repeatedly. Other than that, there's nothing unusual."

Qier reached out his finger and dipped it in the blood that had overflowed from the side of the mask, then frowned and said:

"Damn it, my body seems to be moldy."

The other two Predators looked at each other, shocked, and said:

"Could it be that we've encountered a virulent virus that even the mask can't isolate? Ahhh! Damn it, I have that feeling too. We have to go to the medical bay immediately for disinfection and inspection, and tell the mothership about this!"

But Qier suddenly pointed into the distance and said loudly:

"Look, isn't that Lord Berron?"