The spirited, high-flown Zhang Xiao, riding the peerless jin beast, the Siberian weasel, had left the Mushroom City's main force amid shrieks and fearful gazes, chasing Shen Cong into Culai Mountain.

This ought to have been the moment he stepped onto the peak of his life.

He'd never dreamed the Siberian weasel would suddenly throw a tantrum, fling him off, and stalk away. By the time he'd grasped what had happened, the Shen Cong who'd been fleeing so fast a moment ago had doubled back.

The ferocious battle armor, the twin blades held crosswise.

"Oh f—"

Only that one curse could express Zhang Xiao's state of mind at this moment.

The positions of hunter and prey.

Just like that, they'd flipped.

Zhang Xiao had a very clear read on Shen Cong's strength.

Shen Cong could rout Xu Yun and send him fleeing from the midst of a swarm of Bug Warriors, and Xu Yun hadn't come back in all these days—clearly, Xu Yun was dead. Both being five-core Bug Warriors, Zhang Xiao, because of the problem with his bug-core transplant, was certainly not as strong as Xu Yun, who'd possessed a bug-core mother body.

Now, with no crowd of subordinates bombarding with Mushroom weapons, and having lost the peerless jin beast, the Siberian weasel—

The situation had become utterly beyond salvage.

Curse spent, Zhang Xiao knew he could hardly escape, and promptly steeled himself, drawing out a long spear-weapon to meet Shen Cong. A five-core Bug Warrior's physique was still very powerful—only, the one he'd met was Shen Cong.

Never mind the sheer strength of an ultimate iron person's physique; the crux was that Shen Cong had already cracked the secret of the bug core, and his use of the Activity water-wave was already practiced.

One blade came down, injected Activity simulating an Activity water-wave, and charged straight into Zhang Xiao's body, conflicting with the Activity water-wave of the bug cores within him.

Slowly destroying the strength the bug cores granted him.

After taking a few blows head-on, Zhang Xiao felt his whole body gone sore and limp, the tiger's-mouth…