Chapter 1 A Heavy Blow

With a resounding "crack," the Terminator's foot crashed down. Dust billowed as the entire wooden floor caved in, creating a crater nearly a meter wide. The water pipes below ruptured, spraying water in a misty haze throughout the room. Fang Senyan rolled to the left the instant the foot landed, but several splinters still grazed his face, leaving long, bloody streaks.

The Terminator withdrew its foot from the pit and mechanically turned its head towards Fang Senyan. The turning motion was slow and stiff—Fang Senyan even saw sparks erupting from the wound on its neck. A thought struck him, and he scrambled further to the left. He immediately noticed that the Terminator's reaction speed in that direction was at least 50% slower!

*If that's the case...* Fang Senyan took a deep breath and, instead of retreating, grabbed a nearby stool and charged towards the Terminator from its left! Fang Senyan's angle of attack was exceptionally clever, placing him squarely in the Terminator T-750's right arm's blind spot. With a roar, he slammed the stool down on the Terminator T-750's left shoulder. The stool shattered into three pieces, but sparks visibly erupted from the wound on its neck!

Simultaneously, Fang Senyan was struck in the abdomen by the Terminator T-750's left fist and sent flying two or three meters! He curled up in the air, his facial muscles contorted in pain, but his eyes held a wild joy.

"Excellent!"

Fang Senyan rolled and half-knelt on the ground, clutching his abdomen tightly. He bit down hard on his bloody teeth, gasping for breath, but his gaze was fierce. Just as he had suspected, the Terminator T-750's left fist was also weakened. Though the blow was still powerful, his talent ability, Tenacity, reduced the damage, inflicting only twenty to thirty points of damage. For Fang Senyan, with a total of one hundred and eighty hit points, this was within his acceptable range.

Fang Senyan grabbed a pair of sharp iron tongs from beside the fireplace and began circling the Terminator, always keeping to its left. Suddenly, he feigned a charge forward, then retreated! The Terminator T-750 remained somewhat mechanical in its movements. Its eyes flashed red, confused by Fang Senyan's abrupt action, and its punch missed, slamming into the nearby support pillar.

Its fist immediately split open, revealing the bright white alloy bones beneath. The entire house shuddered weakly as dust rained down, as if it would collapse at any moment.

Seizing the opportunity, Fang Senyan's eyes flashed with ferocity. He charged forward, leaping into the air, and with all his strength, thrust the iron tongs into the Terminator T-750's exposed neck wound!

With a "tearing" sound and a burst of electricity, Fang Senyan felt an overwhelming force surge through his hand, causing his entire body to tremble uncontrollably. His vision was filled with a blinding white light. He cried out as he was hurled backward, slamming into the wall three meters away. A wall clock was crushed to pieces, gears and springs scattering in all directions.

The iron tongs were now twisted into a mangled mess, embedded in the Terminator T-750's shoulder. Blue-white sparks shot out from the hole, and the Terminator T-750 slumped to the ground, its entire body shaking. The wound on its shoulder had expanded to the size of a bowl, the surrounding flesh torn and charred like it had been burned, emitting a foul odor.

Fang Senyan now realized that the Terminator's flesh and skin played a more significant role than he had previously thought. He had always assumed that their primary function was to protect them from being consumed during time travel and to allow them to blend in with humans for surprise attacks.

But it seemed that a Terminator with intact flesh and skin had a clear advantage in terms of speed, fluidity of attack, and overall protection. If the Terminator T-750's skin had been intact, his attacks would not have been so effective.

Fang Senyan struggled to his feet, fighting the numbing sensation spreading through his body. The Terminator T-750 slowly pushed itself up from the ground, the metal skeleton of its neck creaking audibly. Despite the grievous wounds it had suffered, the Terminator T-750 displayed no anger, pain, or fear. It continued to limp towards Fang Senyan, a cold and relentless presence.

"You have been struck by the Terminator T-750's internal electrical discharge, inflicting paralysis. Movement speed reduced by 50%. This effect diminishes by 15% every two seconds, lasting for a total of six seconds."

"Damn it!" Fang Senyan found his limbs unresponsive. He desperately tried to create distance between himself and the Terminator T-750, but the harsh reality was that the gap was closing! There was a saying that a wounded beast was the most dangerous, but Fang Senyan now felt that a wounded Terminator was even more terrifying. Unless completely destroyed, it would relentlessly hunt you down like a cold reaper—unyielding, cruel, and never giving up!

Fang Senyan tumbled awkwardly across the floor, diving into a nearby room and pulling the door shut behind him. But the wooden door was ripped apart as if it were made of paper. The Terminator T-750 burst through the door with overwhelming force, its exposed metal skeleton radiating a chilling aura of menace! It lowered its head, fixed its sights on Fang Senyan, and once again raised its foot to deliver another crushing blow.

Fang Senyan couldn't evade this attack. The foot landed squarely on his chest. He felt a wave of darkness wash over him, and he heard the sickening sounds of his bones cracking under the immense pressure. He believed his ribs were fracturing. A tickle in his throat preceded an explosive cough of blood. The floor beneath his back gave way, and Fang Senyan was crushed through the floorboards!

"I... I can't die here!" Amidst the agony and suffocation, Fang Senyan roared, his eyes burning with a desperate will to survive! Instinctively, he grabbed the Terminator T-750's right leg and twisted with all his might, trying to topple it. However, the Terminator T-750's strength far exceeded his own. Fang Senyan's attempt failed, and the Terminator T-750 kicked him away, sending his head crashing into a nearby pillar. Bricks flew, dust filled the air, and a gash opened on Fang Senyan's forehead, instantly covering his face with blood.

Fang Senyan lay on the ground, gasping for breath. Despite the repeated blows, his hit points were nearly four times that of an ordinary person, giving him a high tolerance for pain. Thus, he was able to struggle to his feet, though his body swayed noticeably, a clear indication that he was at his limit. The only good news was that the paralysis effect had worn off, and he was no longer completely suppressed in terms of speed.

"My hit points are less than fifty now, and the Delta Force special counter-terrorism unit will arrive in just four minutes and thirty-one seconds. Do I give up... or keep fighting?"

Fang Senyan frowned and spat out a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood and grit. Then, he noticed the ruined state of the living room where they had previously fought. His eyes lit up, and he immediately fled back in that direction.

Due to the broken water pipes beneath the floor, the room was flooded. Fang Senyan watched the faint blue sparks intermittently erupting from the Terminator T-750's neck wound and smiled coldly. He stood on the nearby sofa, grabbed a cup, filled it with water, and threw it at the Terminator.

The Terminator T-750 remained unmoved by the cup. Its cold, mechanical eyes were fixed solely on Fang Senyan. The cup shattered against its shoulder, splashing a large amount of water onto the wound on its neck! Instantly, the blue-white sparks intensified, forcing Fang Senyan to squint. Thick smoke billowed from the dark hole, and the Terminator T-750 convulsed violently. After a few seconds, its left leg and left arm became noticeably stiff and unresponsive, indicating that the internal circuits had been damaged. However, when Fang Senyan threw more water, it had no effect, and the sparks completely disappeared, indicating a complete short circuit.

Nevertheless, the Terminator T-750 was still able to move and continued to approach! However, it now walked with a distinct limp, its speed greatly reduced. At this moment, Fang Senyan bent down, roared, and lowered his shoulder like an enraged bull, ramming into the nearby pillar!

The house was twenty or thirty years old, and the materials were already deteriorating. The pillar he struck was a load-bearing support, which had already been struck by the Terminator T-750, causing numerous cracks. Fang Senyan's full-force impact was equivalent to the combined force of at least two or three adults. The pillar, already strained by the weight of the house, swayed for a moment before collapsing completely.