The Servant didn't even have time to deal with the continuous damage from Reef's Sacred Hand before the Cyclops Kurutuo brought his stone mace down upon him with a mighty swing. At that moment, he was still attempting to block with his right hand while simultaneously flicking his wrist in mid-air, clearly intending to draw a weapon.

But how could Fang Senyan, who had been calmly observing his every move, allow him such an opportunity? With a sharp Kalar sound under his feet—the vehicle's chassis dented inward from the pressure—Fang Senyan unleashed a long-planned uppercut straight to the Servant's jaw!

This punch dealt minimal raw damage; its power was entirely focused on disrupting balance. The Servant was instantly sent flying backward, executing a standard, humiliating backflip before crashing heavily to the ground.

At this precise moment, his incantation concluded, and a massive, illusory black finger materialized, sinking into the Servant's brow. The nail, sharp as a beast's claw, dug in fiercely!

Force Barrier: Sting! This attack kept the Servant in a state of stunned paralysis.

He could only watch helplessly as the Cyclops beside him raised its colossal club for another devastating smash, while the MT furiously raked his own flesh with his beast-claw weapon. Although he felt no pain, this bizarre condition—being unable to move a single finger since the battle began—was absolutely unprecedented.

Within the Servant's rewired mind, his own life or death was secondary; the highest priority was signaling a warning! The demonic sword Apophis, which he carried, absolutely could not be lost!

He had to notify his Master immediately! He had once questioned his Master: why wasn't the vitally important demonic sword Apophis carried personally?

It was because the Master's power was derived from the edges or loopholes of the spatial rules, making any exposure inherently risky. If combined with a fierce weapon like Apophis, which operated on the fringes of spatial laws, prolonged proximity would draw the attention of multiple spatial wills.

Therefore, not only could the Master not carry Apophis, but the two entities should never remain close for long. Fortunately, the Master possessed immense power; once the alert was received, everything would be fine.

Based on past experience, the shortest time for the Master to arrive was eight seconds, and the longest, thirty-seven seconds! Yet, the Servant never imagined that while he intended to compel the crystal skull's enslaved denizens in this world to heal his injuries, he had instead drawn a host of powerful enemies!

The Servant had no thoughts of defense or offense swirling in his mind; he was frantically trying to curl his thumb, intending to pinch the tip of his little finger—this simple, tiny action was meant to send the alarm to his Master, seemingly the sole purpose of his existence. But just as the Servant felt the numbness receding, he saw the man who had sent him flying with one punch draw a silver-white firearm.

A sacred power emanated from the weapon, penetrating his body as if to squeeze out all traces of evil, leaving nothing hidden. Then, a dense spray of milky-white flame erupted from the muzzle, instantly re-imposing that hateful sensation of paralysis upon him...

What could be achieved in five seconds? Zi only had time to instantly cast one spell, followed by a three-second chant for Force Barrier: Ram.

Reef could slash his Iron Claws across the enemy three distinct times. The Black Guy could empty at least fifty rounds into the enemy’s body.

Kurutuo could make the enemy’s skull intimately meet his stone mace twice. And Fang Senyan?

He began to utilize an ability he had recently acquired but never used before! Final Impact!

Recalling Loki’s earlier explanation about Fu, Fang Senyan knew this Servant possessed a way to rapidly summon Fu for aid, which was precisely why he never intended to let the Servant regain consciousness in the first place! Upon activating Final Impact, Fang Senyan instantly felt the blood in his entire body seeming to boil over.

Yes, this was an attack method that concentrated and distilled all his pain, joy, pleasure, and happiness into a single point! Fang Senyan’s right fist slowly retracted, like the curving back of a bow drawn to its absolute limit.

Then, with a clear, dazzling flash of light, it shot forward. This punch could only be described in four words: Simple, direct, lightning-fast!

This punch was like the climax of a high-pitched song, amplified to its maximum, as if struggling against fate itself to achieve the strongest collision! It was also like a heavy tank achieving the velocity of an F1 racer, crashing forward with ferocious momentum, combining brute strength and sheer speed.

It was resolute, like words spoken that cannot be taken back, an action even the puncher could not control. This single blow violently vented all the accumulated anger and pain festering within Fang Senyan!

Finally, Impact! The punch landed squarely in the Servant’s chest—an area already lacerated by the piercing force of Loki’s Gungnir, unhealed.

Fang Senyan's strike arrived like a surging mountain flood, crashing through with a sickening crack deep into the Servant’s sternum, penetrating completely through to his back! Blood and shattered bone sprayed out violently!

That terrifying 800 points of true damage was indeed as swift and brutal as thunder. Yet, a strange, mysterious smile spread across the Servant's face, for he felt the power returning to his limbs.

Being a battle-crazed lunatic who already defied death, transmitting the warning was paramount—more important than life itself! The Servant’s thumb was already aimed toward pinching his little finger, but just then, Reef descended like a massive meteorite, slamming into the ground.

Dust billowed up as the dark gold shockwave from his landing struck the Servant, paralyzing him once more. The inherent ability of the Dark Gold Boots: Frog Leap!

It allows instantaneous jumps of 5 to 35 meters, and the resulting shockwave on landing stuns surrounding enemies for four seconds. Those four precious seconds ensured that although the Servant’s thumb was pressed tightly against his little finger's skin, it was destined to exert not one bit more force to warn his Master!

Fang Senyan took a deep breath, watching the magic light blaze over the Servant’s body as Reef’s long claws and Kurutuo’s giant mace viciously shredded the Servant’s frame. He resolved to deliver the final, crushing blow.

In the deep shadows of the night, Fang Senyan’s shoes began to hiss and tear apart. His bare feet plunged into the earth, sinking deep past his knees like tree roots.

Centered around Fang Senyan’s stance, massive cracks radiated outward in all directions, causing even the nearby high-rises to sway faintly! Immediately after, Fang Senyan raised both hands.

His shadow behind him transformed into the illusion of the writhing tentacles of the Solar Ladder. Mist Song, who was fighting Jakaia in the distance, couldn't help but look back, staring at this scene with a mixture of fear and excitement provoked by the aura radiating from Fang Senyan.

Then, a blast of Corrosion Beast energy shot out. This burst of Corrosion Beast energy was a shrunken version of the Solar Ladder.

The moment it merged with the Servant's chest wound, countless tentacles erupted, embedding themselves deep within his flesh! In that instant, light flared everywhere, and the Servant's body became transparent, as if viewed under X-rays.

One could clearly distinguish that his skeleton was constructed entirely of interlocking steel components, fashioned with meticulous realism, and the black crystal skull was visible in perfect detail. More horrifyingly, the surface of the brain inside the skull bore naturally formed wrinkles that combined to form a line of text: "Bayonet: Clone Brain No.

11!" This bizarre phenomenon lasted only a few seconds before vanishing. More precisely, the black crystal skull hung suspended in the air.

Then, a rift tore open in the void, as if something extremely sharp had sliced through the barrier of time, instantly swallowing the black crystal skull. The rest of the Servant’s body, like shattered porcelain, became covered in clear fissures, then disintegrated into fragments the size of fingernails, finally turning to ash.

A gust of wind blew, and it was completely erased from existence. Fang Senyan finally let out a long breath.

Although the Ace Team appeared to have the overwhelming advantage with their relentless assault, such offensive momentum could not last indefinitely. The enemy was clearly like a spring; the harder they were compressed, the greater the rebound.

If they couldn't be smothered into oblivion here, they risked capsizing the boat in the shallows. Killing this Servant finally allowed Fang Senyan to vent a massive surge of frustration!

Judging by how tightly Fu guarded the Servant, there was undoubtedly some secret concerning him, but now that secret had vanished along with his body. This was, at the very least, a deep, festering wound inflicted upon Fu’s heart!

Since both sides were now locked in mortal combat, inflicting this bloody wound would naturally bring Fang Senyan endless satisfaction. Mist Song was already two blocks away chasing Jakaia.

Everyone re-boarded a new vehicle to rush over and help. Amidst the roar of the engine, Fang Senyan suddenly heard a faint clink, as if something had dropped out of thin air.

He paid it no mind, stomped on the accelerator, and the car sped away. (To be continued.

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