Seven terrorists snapped out of their shock. They exchanged glances, and without any unnecessary words, all seven drew a metallic syringe from their pockets and plunged it into their bodies without a second thought.

The placement of the injection site varied among the seven; some chose their arms, others their legs, and one even went straight for the neck.

The depressurization of the syringes was incredibly fast. The seven paid absolutely no mind to the pain caused by the rapid injection.

The contents of the syringes were **injected into their systems in an instant. The complexions of the seven men immediately shifted drastically; their eyes suddenly burned with an abnormal, beast-like light, while the muscles on their faces began to contort and writhe for some unknown reason.

T24! A name for a certain agent flashed through Qin Fen’s mind, one that Butcher had once mentioned. It was an agent the Federation had failed to develop. It was originally intended to stimulate human potential, but the human body proved too miraculous; even with today’s level of technological advancement, it remained impossible to fully comprehend. T24 was the result of overconfidence from its designers, ultimately creating a flawed product.

Users could indeed lose the sensation of pain in a short time, and both Zhenqi and muscle mass could rapidly expand. However, it came with other issues: it didn't just expand Zhenqi and muscle, but all cells in the body, including the brain.

When the brain received such stimulation, the user would fall into a state of absolute frenzy, acting solely upon the very last coherent thought they had while conscious.

To execute this final command, those using T24 could completely disregard life and death, ignoring any form of danger.

But once the effects of T24 wore off, the person’s brain would immediately atrophy. Because all their cells had been forcibly stimulated to expand, and after consuming massive amounts of life force, the user's body would similarly shrivel.

When the drug’s efficacy ended, they wouldn't even have the chance to regain clarity; they would instantly become idiots. Within seconds of becoming an idiot, their lives would meet their end.

The Federation initially did not want to abandon the agent. They tried every possible means to improve it. However, as testing progressed, they discovered that the entire direction of the research seemed flawed from the very beginning. If the agent was used improperly, the test subjects—white mice—would explode and die on the spot due to muscle expansion.

The Federation also nicknamed this drug the “Death Angel.”

Out of humanitarian concern, the Federation completely destroyed the agent, but they never expected that its creator would refuse to abandon his research findings. He stole the agent and fled the research institute overnight. When institute personnel discovered his disappearance and began searching, they found that the man had defected to a terrorist organization. The specific organization, however, could not be immediately identified.

Battle intent erupted in Qin Fen’s chest. Ignoring what these men were doing, he brought his Luohan Step Cloud movement to bear, spreading his equally thick arms. With a move named Twin Winds Piercing Ears, he clamped down on the heads of two terrorists whose bodies were still undergoing transformation, squeezing and forcing them together.

These two terrorists hadn't even begun to recover from the shock of the injection; they couldn't react in time. Their heads crashed together heavily, like two watermelons colliding, splashing red and white matter all over Qin Fen’s hands.

One terrorist whose arm muscles were writhing strangely, and another whose leg muscles were similarly convulsing, had their heads completely obliterated. Yet, the muscles in their bodies did not stop moving. It was as if forty-eight thousand maggots were squirming and shifting beneath their skin.

The battle had just begun, and half of the ten terrorists were already gone. Qin Fen inwardly sighed at the sheer potency of the Super Berserk Pill. Not only were his Zhenqi and physical strength growing wildly, but his reflexes had also become sharper, moving as swiftly as a gale.

Five monstrous roars echoed as Qin Fen killed, and five black shadows charged forward like wild boars running at high speed, their velocity not much slower than Qin Fen’s four-star peak Soaring Cannon.

A thick, muscular leg swept towards Qin Fen, the rushing air whistling with a sound like a sudden, violent gust across a wilderness.

Qin Fen had consumed the Super Berserk Pill; his internal Zhenqi had become utterly ferocious, and even his personality seemed influenced by the pill. Though the Dragon Concealment Body technique could evade the heavy leg, he chose not to dodge. Instead, his body executed the Fierce Tiger Emerges stance from the Luohan Fist.

Fierce Tiger Emerges is the simplest move in the Luohan Fist, but few realize it is truly easy to learn but difficult to master. If the simple starting posture fails to exude the aura of a fierce tiger, its power amounts to little more than an irritable kitten.

The simplest and most ordinary things are often the most practical. The martial arts master Bruce Lee once said, "Simplicity is beauty."

Luohan Fist was Qin Fen’s intensely refined technique; his thought process was often slower than his reflex nerves. This strike was almost a pure, instinctive reaction.

He parted his stance, opening the tiger’s posture, displaying the calm of a king of beasts facing a pack of wolves. His raised right hand struck down with the back of his fist just before the opponent could unleash the full force of his kick, the fist instantly reaching the enemy's knee.

The Luohan Fist emphasizes sheer, rigid power. Therefore, to truly manifest the intent of the fist, Qin Fen chose a direct strike. What about the other four attackers? These four moved with nearly identical speed; a slight retreat would diminish their momentum and leave them vulnerable to relentless assault. Their expressions, wolfish and crazed, did not suggest rationality.

Qin Fen's power for this punch originated from his feet, coalescing into a rotating force within his body. The fist was overwhelmingly powerful, and its placement was exquisitely precise: the small hollow directly beneath the kneecap.

Under normal circumstances, striking this spot during high-intensity life-or-death combat is difficult. However, today the opponent's lower limbs had suddenly become abnormally massive. While the sweeping force increased dramatically, the weak point was exposed even more clearly. The moment the bone structure was struck, the thick thigh snapped backward in the opposite direction like a tree felled by an axe. The man seemed to feel no pain; he planted his broken leg, pivoted, and lunged beneath Qin Fen like a lame horse, a look of fanatic ecstasy on his face as he clawed upward toward Qin Fen's throat.

A flash of sharp anger cut through Qin Fen’s eyes. The fierce tiger, the king of beasts, challenged by a wounded jackal—this provoked the necessary majesty of the beast king. The rear leg of the Fierce Tiger Emerges stance stamped the ground lightly, gathering force. From his foot, a two-meter radius of the muddy ground seemed to bear the impact of a thousand-pound weight. His front leg lifted into a knee strike, instantly ripping the air with a sound like tearing cloth.

Drawing from the Muay Thai of his former opponent, the recruit Cha Can—the Flying Dragon Knee Strike—cleanly shattered the opponent's jaw, sending a second wave of power, like a breaking ocean tide, directly blasting the man’s head apart.

The other four new enemies arrived simultaneously, their arms as thick as tree trunks and legs as sturdy as a rhino's. They struck from four different directions, completely surrounding Qin Fen.

Fearlessness was the best strategy for buying time. The desperate struggle of several terrorists created an opening for the other four.

The surging Zhenqi inside Qin Fen, which he had been barely suppressing, could no longer be contained. It surged like an erupting volcano, roaring and churning through his meridians. Qin Fen’s arms became like the sacred implements held by a Luohan, radiating serene majesty. Sensing the flow of the surrounding air currents, he brandished his fists based on pure martial sense, executing the Demon Subduing technique.

The Vajra Frenzy Dance, the move from Vajra Fist best suited for group combat.

Qin Fen’s arms moved ceaselessly, like a Vajra fiercely subduing demons amidst a horde. Gusts of fist wind shattered the air, producing a sound like a howling wilderness gale.

In an instant, the battlefield resembled a scene where a triad boss is released from prison, welcomed by the simultaneous firing of a dozen ceremonial cannons lined up outside the gate.

Having cultivated the Luohan Fist for so long, Qin Fen’s fighting style resembled that of a Luohan. Since Luohan and Vajra techniques stem from the same origin, the Vajra Frenzy Dance was amplified under Qin Fen’s hands.

The battle involving the five men seemed like a clash between Buddha and demon from mythological times. With the Super Berserk Pill coursing through him, Qin Fen’s aura was no less imposing than that of the legendary Wrathful Vajra.

A surge of pressurized Zhenqi erupted. His arms swung wide in all directions, launching fists as large as human heads. The bulging, blue-veined surfaces of his fists met those of the four terrorists who had used the Death Angel. The rapid sounds of colliding fists and feet exploded incessantly.

In the small area of the skirmish, countless sprays of mud and water were flung up from the soaked ground, as if a high-powered mixer had just finished its work. These terrorists, each already possessing strength near the peak of the four-star level, delivered terrifying blows, made even more potent by the Death Angel, which instantly boosted their power.

It was a pity. Though their T24 Death Angel was terrifying, the Super Berserk Pill concentrated by Qin Fen's friend, Inzarota—a pharmaceutical genius—was even more potent. With the Vajra Frenzy Dance unleashed, every few strikes sent an opponent stumbling back several paces.

The four terrorists were forced back several steps before they could stabilize themselves.

In less than ten seconds of fierce, direct confrontation, each of the four terrorists took several punches from Qin Fen. Despite using the Death Angel, which should have rendered them numb, they began to feel a dull ache in their arms, shoulders, and legs.

The expanded Zhenqi within their bodies churned violently, threatening to slip completely out of control.

Qin Fen lightly moved his shoulders and stood proudly in place, resembling a demon-subduing Vajra in a temple. His fingers flexed rhythmically, and the muscles across his back continually bunched and relaxed.

These four mad enemies perfectly exemplified the saying that two fists are no match for four hands. In that brief exchange, Qin Fen’s back had taken at least two heavy palms. If not for the inherent strength of the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill’s protective barrier, which was then artificially boosted by 45% by the Super Iron Armor Pellet, raising its defense beyond that of an equivalent-level Golden Bell Shield, his bones might have survived, but his flesh would certainly have been torn open.

The T24 Death Angel lived up to its infamous reputation. It was, after all, the predecessor to the Berserk Pill and the Iron Armor Pellet, possessing greater potency but cursed with devastating side effects.

The thought processes of the four terrorists using T24 Death Angel had nearly ceased, but because their final conscious directive was to fight, their battle instinct kept them from forgetting all knowledge of martial arts. With the last vestiges of their minds—or purely by martial instinct—they observed Qin Fen, their opponent.

Those two palms they landed felt like striking a Golden Bell Shield practitioner. That level of defense was absolutely not just the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill; it was 100% the Golden Bell Shield.

No! It wasn't 100%, but there was a layer of Iron Cloth Shirt beneath the Golden Bell Shield, and beneath that, the protective field layers of the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill.

Three supreme defensive arts on one person? The brains of the four men had lost almost all cognitive function; they could not comprehend this sensation.

Yet, even if they could fully regain their mental capacity, they still wouldn't understand why. Furthermore, if they hadn't lost all other sensory perception, they wouldn't have noticed the complex arrangement of Qin Fen’s protective Zhenqi during those two strikes.

The four terrorists communicated without the need for eye contact; they shared an instinctive connection. In the same instant, they lunged toward Qin Fen again, their coordination much better this time.

Facing the assault from the four sides, Qin Fen did not retreat. He separated his stance into a wide, solid foundation. His right foot stomped down abruptly.

Dong!

The muddy ground erupted, flinging mud and slurry everywhere. The mud, a mixture of water and earth, resonated with the force of the stomp, producing a sound like the war drums of an ancient battlefield.

As this foot struck, Qin Fen's aura shifted again. The air centered on him began to swirl and churn. Entering this field, the four terrorists’ minds flashed with the same single character.

“Sea!”

The ocean!

The four felt as if they were facing not a man, but a vast ocean! Tumultuous and churning, a sea with towering waves.

The oppressive feeling surged limitlessly from Qin Fen’s body in that instant. Qin Fen even felt that if he successfully won this fight and killed these four men, he could advance, crossing that massive watershed into the five-star realm—the true ranks of Meteor-level martial artists!

The bodies of the four charging terrorists suddenly paused. Devoid of thought, they were mere war machines, operating purely on instinct. But this very instinct betrayed them at this moment.

A normal martial artist wouldn't experience illusions. They relied only on instinct. The moment they sensed Qin Fen’s aura shifting abnormally, a strange vision of the sea appeared in their minds.

In an instant, they became bewildered, unable to discern where their opponent had gone.

For Qin Fen, that single instant was enough to accomplish numerous things.

For instance, the recoil from a Soaring Cannon propelled him directly in front of the four men. Simultaneously, he executed the Heart Plucking Hand, ripping out the hearts of two of them. He then used Mountain Climbing Step to step on the chest of one, and then the chest of another, driving two immense forces—enough to crush a rhinoceros—directly through their chests, causing broken bones to pierce their hearts, their kidneys, and ultimately puncture the skin on their backs.