Xu Yun's physical constitution, glimpsed in the way he'd dodged the sniper shot, had been read out in broad strokes by Shen Cong.

Roughly on par with his own.

Which was to say, a five-core Bug Warrior truly was around the same tier of strength as an ultimate iron person. Charging out rashly wouldn't go well—there were still three-core Bug Warriors around, and a whole crowd of them clutching Mushroom Cannons.

But Xu Yun was wounded.

A round to the forehead, blood streaming without stop—that was bound to slow his reactions somewhat.

And Shen Cong wasn't just in peak condition; he had the Hell Plant Armor too, one advantage layered on another. No matter how many they threw at him, what good was it in front of an ultimate iron person?

The Mushroom weapons wouldn't cut it either!

Charge!

Shen Cong shot forward like a bolt of lightning, straight at Xu Yun amid the pack of Bug Warriors, drawing a pair of short blades in both hands. A hundred meters, counting acceleration, was only two or three seconds to him.

"Stop him!" Bruce Li bellowed—but he didn't advance himself. Instead he quietly slipped out a Mushroom Cannon.

Some of the Bug Warriors went red-eyed on the spot and rushed Shen Cong.

Xu Yun was still shouting from the rear. "Assassinate me, will you—who are you?"

Shen Cong wasn't about to answer him now. Short blades whirling, one step planting on the ground, he'd already met the first Bug Warrior. The man grinned viciously and swung his heavy blade, air hissing against it, Activity light-wave shimmering along the edge.

Except he never got the swing off.

Shen Cong's short blade had already flicked open his throat at a bizarre angle. A one-core Bug Warrior—a figure like that didn't even rate as cannon fodder.

The Bug Warrior clutched his throat and dropped. The human body had always been a fragile thing.

Having killed a Bug Warrior with a single stroke, Shen Cong didn't pause for an instant. His aim was to cut Xu Yun down with speed too swift to guard against,…