The grotesque bone axe was still connected to tendons that allowed it to retract swiftly and reassemble onto the arm. The first use of the bone axe was utterly unexpected, dealing a heavy blow to Ronnie, but the second time, Ronnie managed to dodge it, even severing the tendons connecting the axe to the arm.

The overall situation was thus decided.

By this point, both the Fool and the Madman had been completely defeated by Fang Senyan and his group. Strangely, the remaining twenty-odd humans showed no sign of panic, merely casting cold glances their way.

As soon as Fang Senyan saw this, he instantly understood: there had to be more than just these three before him among the "Ten Strongest Test Subjects"; likely close to ten others, though these three were undoubtedly the most powerful among them.

In this camp of roughly sixty individuals, the ruling class was clearly these Ten Strongest Test Subjects, while the oppressed class consisted of people like Hadric. The purpose of sending three individuals to challenge them was twofold: first, to probe the bottom line of Fang Senyan’s group, and second, to secure a retreat route for themselves.

Otherwise, if a full-scale brawl erupted, it was uncertain whether Fang Senyan’s group would target the spaceship right there. If that vessel were damaged, their future existence would become difficult. Adopting a 1v1 duel format was advantageous: winning was great, but even losing meant only sacrificing the Xuan Ore, which was useless to them in the short term, without truly damaging their core strength.

Just as Fang Senyan was about to ask if further fighting was necessary, he saw the woman in camouflage walk out with notable agility. Her left hand, however, gripped a stone.

A black stone.

The surface of the stone had been polished incredibly smooth by her grasp, indicating it had been with her for years.

The woman lowered her head, not looking at her opponents, and spoke in a low voice, as if to herself:

“And they call this an assassin? What a joke. Who’s first?”

Ronnie heard her words, immediately sprang up, glaring at her with venomous eyes. The woman, however, acted completely unconcerned, treating Ronnie as if he were air.

Aldaris strode forward, licking his lips, and sneered:

“I’ll go.”

The woman gave Aldaris a cold glance, then remained motionless. While Aldaris was momentarily stunned, the earth half a meter behind him suddenly warped, then indented, revealing a firm, strong footprint. The appearance of the footprint was abrupt, yet Aldaris felt no sense of threat whatsoever.

The next second, the long-haired woman materialized behind him, pausing quietly, as if she had been standing there all along, then raised the stone, bringing it down sharply like a brick slamming onto the back of his head.

Aldaris’s vision instantly darkened; a searing pain, like his skull splitting, shot through from the back of his head. But his combat experience was too rich; he roared instantly and lunged forward, using the momentum.

Without any casting motion or warning sign, a bolt of lightning shot backward. If the woman had pursued, she surely couldn't have escaped the electricity.

But the woman, who had again frozen in place, was struck by the lightning and disintegrated into pieces—it was merely an illusion. Her real body reappeared behind Aldaris.

A blinding flash of light flickered, and a deliberately ground, slender, sharp beast bone plunged deep into Aldaris’s back.

The poison within the hollow bone instantly injected into Aldaris’s system, paralyzing him completely, causing rattling sounds in his throat.

She then kicked the crook of Aldaris’s left leg, flipping him onto the ground. The beast bone immediately began to drill furiously into his body like a screw, seeming determined not just to tear through flesh and blood, but to twist his very bones and punch a face-plate sized bloody hole right through the center of his torso.

Seeing this sight, Fang Senyan remained relatively calm, but Dar’daniyang, Pokan, and even the seemingly most profound and seasoned Paul, all turned ashen-faced.

“This… is this a continuous, short-range instantaneous teleportation ability??? How is that possible… for such a monstrous specimen to exist??”

At this moment, even Artificial Human No. 1’s expression grew exceptionally grave:

“This… such formidable traversal capability. Could this be the test subject of the Traveler, the most headache-inducing among the Ten Strongest?”

Aldaris was clearly having a terrible run of luck. He counterattacked furiously again but was evaded by the woman, and taking advantage of the situation, he was struck severely once more. Coupled with the effects of the toxin in his system, he fell into prolonged vertigo and was thus swiftly defeated.

By now, everyone could discern that the woman’s initial three movements seemed to be without energy consumption or cooldown. After exhausting those three teleports, the fourth seemed to require at least a thirty-second wait. More importantly, she hadn't transformed, meaning she lacked the extra defense and attack power that transformation brought; her base form was consequently fragile. However, it couldn't be ruled out that she deemed transformation unnecessary against a magic-user.

Even so, the thought of a phantom-like assassin having the opportunity to instantly teleport three times right behind their heads made Dar’daniyang, Pokan, and Paul break out in cold sweat. Seeing Aldaris’s miserable state, they couldn't help but ask themselves if they could withstand those three ghostly, vicious attacks.

The only one unconcerned was Fang Senyan.

Yes, even if Fang Senyan didn't use his disease abilities, this woman, unless she coordinated with the Fool, had a zero chance of killing him in those three instantaneous jumps. The moment she dared to pause, the Judgement would let her know what a torrential, stormy, violent onslaught felt like.

The woman casually tossed the paralyzed, poison-numbed Aldaris aside and sneered:

“Next.”

Dar’daniyang, Pokan, and Paul all simultaneously became tight-lipped, glancing away. Fang Senyan, however, stepped forward with a cold smile:

“I’ll go.”

Clearly, this woman in camouflage deeply understood her weakness. Seeing Fang Senyan standing planted on the spot like a mountain range, her momentum faltered, and she forced out in a strong voice:

“You’ve already fought.”

“But I haven’t lost,” Fang Senyan stated calmly. “Since you can come back in after winning your fight, why can’t I?”

The camouflage woman was immediately struck speechless.

But just then, a hoarse and arrogant voice suddenly rang out from the distant woods:

“You think you’re quite the fighter, don't you? Then let me teach you what fighting truly means.”

Upon hearing this voice, the native humans before them displayed two distinct expressions. One was an expression of almost distorted, extreme fear, like a rat encountering its natural predator, an instinctive terror. The other expression was one of excitement and delight.

The first expression naturally belonged to the ordinary humans. The second belonged, naturally, to these Test Subject humans.

Heavy footsteps emerged from the dark forest, sounding like the crushing tread of an ancient tyrannosaur upon the earth. Immediately following, a massive, dark silhouette materialized in the woods. The sheer size of this shadow surprised even Fang Senyan, as calculating its dimensions, this fellow stood at least five meters tall and three meters wide.

However, everyone soon realized that this massive shadow was actually composed of four dark figures stacked together.

The bottommost shadow was a relatively robust and tall human.

But the three shadows piled atop the human were colossal beasts.

Dead beasts.

Fang Senyan and his group were familiar with these beasts—they were the Slath’thogs they had fought fiercely in the canyon. Back then, killing even one Slath’thog required significant effort, especially considering the entire team operated with a dual main tank configuration. This man, however, appeared to have single-handedly hunted down three Slath’thogs and stacked them on his back to haul them back.

This implied that he must have also contended with predators drawn by the scent of blood along the way!

Such combat power!

Fang Senyan’s pupils began to contract, but the blood in his veins felt like it was beginning to ignite.

That sensation was called excitement.

The man walked up to Fang Senyan, straightened his back slightly, exerted a little force, and flung the three dead Slath’thogs aside, fixing his gaze upon him:

“You just finished a fight with the Fool. I, too, have just returned from a hunt. Neither of us is at peak condition. Three hours from now, we will settle this here.”

At the Little Eagle Base, 2.7 million kilometers away,

General Mongo, who had just woken up, witnessed this scene. He stared blankly for a long moment, immediately extracted the man’s facial mask image, and roared into his communicator:

“Immediately search for files matching the target’s facial features—and make it detailed!”

General Mongo’s roar echoed through the office, but strangely, the other end of the communicator only emitted a "beep-beep-beep" busy signal. General Mongo paused, then immediately pressed another button:

“Connect me to the Mechanical Department; check the communication system.”

However, the response he received was still the busy signal. Following that, a sizzling sound emanated from the retractable alloy steel door beside General Mongo. Soon, a tongue of brilliant white fire erupted, completely slicing a rectangle out of the alloy steel door that even ship-launched missiles couldn't breach.

Next, several forceful kicks struck the cut-out rectangle, smashing down the door symbolizing General Mongo’s dignity and authority, and trampling over it.

Hm, can anyone guess who Fang Senyan is about to face?

Heh, only those who read the previous installment might be able to answer that question. (Your support for this site is my greatest motivation.)