"Hey, aren't those the elites from the Arno family! That's right, their standard equipment is the unique Ghost Steel armor from the Andromeda sector. These guys are all retired veterans who have seen plenty of action on the Alliance battlefields, forcibly removed from active duty and integrated into the Arno family's private military, the Iron Fangs.

By convention, a full squad of Iron Fangs has combat power equivalent to 1.5 to 2 times that of regular troops. But... what am I seeing????

Three full squads, thirty-three men! They were... utterly wiped out in 8.6 seconds!!!" "The target's various data points have been compiled.

He can tear steel with his bare hands. While it wasn't the alloy steel known for its toughness, his strength and explosive power likely surpass our Beast-level warriors several times over. The peak speed he displayed in that instant burst actually exceeded 900 meters per second!

I have no idea what his muscle composition is; it explodes with such astonishing force!" (These people mistook Fang Senyan's 'Horned Fury' burst from the Ring of the Savage Demon as his normal speed.) "Detection results indicate the target is likely not equipped with any standard protective gear, or perhaps our detection methods are just too outdated. There's no indication of energy weapons or firearms on his hands; if he has any implements, they'd be nothing more than brass knuckles or similar gloves." "Such overwhelming ** strength already completely surpasses all currently deployed modified humans and hybrid mechs. We estimate only the most powerful experimental subjects within the Big Ben Research Institute might reach this level...

Notify His Highness immediately!" "No need; I am already here." The seemingly impenetrable steel wall silently slid open, revealing a deep, square-cut corridor. Faint yellow lights flickered beneath the hard, tempered glass floor. Prince Pomparu had quietly appeared behind the opened steel sliding door, attended by a woman as cold as frost, who appeared unconcerned with anyone.

Now, in front of his trusted aides, he had reverted to his usual unrestrained self. His hair was messy, he was wearing nothing but a full-length sleep robe, and on his feet were a pair of seemingly expensive—flip-flops. His furry calves were exposed, and only the black cross-shaped cigarette held between two fingers burned fiercely, its unique scent lingering in the air.

It was like the fingers of a seductive woman plucking at one's heartstrings, causing latent desires to slowly swell and ferment. Everyone started to rise to salute, but Prince Pomparu waved a hand dismissively, causing them to sit back down. Some faces among the group immediately showed pleasure; without a doubt, Pomparu appearing in this manner signaled that he considered them his inner circle...

much like when your superior behaves intimately in front of you—it shows trust and regard. Prince Pomparu waved his hand, and the playback of the recent footage began. Upon seeing the man on the screen, radiating a sharp aura of decisive killing, his entire demeanor of decadence shifted.

In its place was an indescribable, scorching intensity in his eyes! "This person absolutely cannot be a modified human. Furthermore, while the bio-engineered creatures from the Big Ben Research Institute might possibly be stronger than him, their essence is fundamentally different.

Those artificial monsters are saturated with an aura of madness and self-destruction, whereas this person feels vibrantly alive—so vital, in fact, that it seems if his limbs were severed, new individuals could grow in their place!" "Then his identity becomes clear. Such a monstrous anomaly that defies natural laws yet thrives with such vitality can only originate from the ancient ruin, the Noah Space. He must be a powerful warrior dispatched by that space.

It's strange; how did the Arno family manage to provoke such a monster..." Fang Senyan kicked an Iron Fang troop member away without effort and continued forward, each step leaving a bloody imprint! It looked brutal! However, the speed of his advance never wavered.

At this moment, a shrill alarm sounded from the distance. Nearly twenty shuttle-style aerial vehicles rushed over and instantly hovered in the air, surrounding Fang Senyan in the center. These Sky Chariots possessed formidable hovering capabilities, reaching a maximum altitude of twenty meters, and boasted incredible speed and thick armor, often functioning like main battle tanks in ground combat.

The Sky Chariots were clearly manned by Mongo's people, but this was merely a pre-arranged charade between the two parties. On the distant monitor, Prince Pomparu, who held command over the base, frowned slightly. Those beside him naturally understood the implication: "Shall we stop Mongo's men?

We currently control the entire base's energy supply, and we've even altered the reactor keys and codes for all warships. Cutting off the power would turn those Sky Chariots into scrap metal." Prince Pomparu suddenly flashed a cryptic smile: "No need. If this person's identity is indeed what I suspect, then those Sky Chariots will be useless against him.

Besides... that dog Mongo seems to know when to yield." The stern warning sounded again: "Intruder, you have violated Article 134 of the Imperial Constitution. Immediately place your hands on your head, kneel facing the wall.

The countdown begins now. If you do not comply when the countdown ends, we will open fire, and you will bear all consequences." Fang Senyan's lips curled into a cold sneer. Facing the muzzles of twenty energy cannons glowing with pale blue electric light that were currently charging, he suddenly reached out and ripped away the black and red, fluttering cloak wrapped around him!!

Under the illumination, all the soldiers present gasped in unison!! The savage figure before them was blatantly wearing a brand-new Brigadier General's uniform, the single gold star on his shoulder clearly visible. The crisp lines of an Imperial Officer's uniform inherently commanded authority, and combined with the sheer madness of Fang Senyan's recent massacre, it projected a bloody deterrent!

In any military, rank and status are paramount; the so-called 'subordinate overriding superior' is merely an exception. Moreover, the Empire's discipline is incredibly strict—insubordination is an iron law punishable by death! To move against Fang Senyan in this legitimate Brigadier General's uniform would require, by Imperial law, three Major Generals and one Lieutenant General to strip him of his current command.

Life or death would require a military tribunal; no one could act arbitrarily. By revealing this General's uniform, Fang Senyan instantly stunned everyone present. He immediately bellowed: "My rank code is: Z03861.

Anyone who suspects forgery can verify it immediately on site. Those irregular forces just dared to attack an active Brigadier General. According to Article 1875 of the Holy Empire Law, my response in self-defense is entirely justified!" Fang Senyan's words were delivered lightly, yet they caused a stir, echoing in the hall.

The surrounding soldiers immediately entered the verification code as he instructed, their expressions turning strange—the man before them was telling the truth!!! Furthermore, the Arno family guards, though veterans, were indeed technically irregular forces compared to the main military; being smeared by Fang Senyan’s accusation meant they were correctly classified as such. The aggressive party immediately wilted.

However, this was just a staged formality meant to confirm his identity to the Arno family, making them hesitant. Especially since Prince Pomparu was monitoring every move, they were forced to act strictly according to Imperial Law! Any rash action defying Imperial Law would likely land on the Chief of Staff's desk within five minutes, serving as evidence of regional military factions acting arbitrarily and scorning the law!

In a mere instant, the Sky Chariots dispersed even faster than when they arrived, with a hint of panicked retreat. Fang Senyan crossed his arms, facing the tense Arno family members with arrogance: "Tell the one who stole my Bloodied Battle Armor to get out here! Otherwise..." "Otherwise, what?" Suddenly, a figure emerged from the deep darkness!

This man was extremely stocky and seemed somewhat like a masochist, as all his joints were bolted with thick stainless steel screws, and white steam even vented from his nostrils. Two terrifying scars ran across his back. Yet, this giant moved with surprising agility, seemingly as nimble as an ordinary person.

Even more horrifying, his right hand was wrapped in thick steel chains connected to a terrifying sledgehammer, which scraped the ground with a grating sound. That hammer appeared to weigh at least two tons! Seeing this figure, Prince Pomparu, watching on the monitors, stiffened slightly: "So this modified product was actually bought by the Arno family.

Perfect, I can enjoy a good show." Facing the behemoth, Fang Senyan coolly lifted his chin: "I am an Imperial Brigadier General. What kind of thing are you to dare be so presumptuous in front of me? State your identity and rank!" The giant's voice faltered instantly, but the next second, his pupils contracted, for Fang Senyan had already lunged in front of him.

His cold words cut through the air: "It seems you have no rank, so you must salute me first!"