"Fuck!" Fang Senyan instantly transformed from a relaxed observer into someone ambushed, completely unprepared, the disparity in his mood naturally immense. The muscles in his face twitched, and he couldn't help but utter an American-style curse, adopting the local custom. Without hesitation, he grabbed the canvas bag beside him and shouted at the driver to stop. The driver gave him a strange look before stepping on the brakes, but Fang Senyan didn't wait for the vehicle to stop completely; he yanked the door open and bolted out. He instantly flung back a wad of fluttering US dollars, slapping the question right back into the driver's mouth.

"The model of the first Terminator sent to hunt Sarah Connor was the T-800. Logically, this guy's power level should be the final boss of the Terminator I world," Fang Senyan's mind began to spin rapidly.

"The one who came this time is the T-750 model. This indicates that the attacking Terminator must be inferior in strength to the T-800, and according to the Nightmare Imprint's hint, this T-750 can only exert 80% of its full strength."

At this moment, Fang Senyan couldn't spare any attention to observe his surroundings. He began sprinting desperately toward the nearest two-story villa, casually drawing his .500 pistol and tucking it into his waistband, then pulling out the incredibly powerful shotgun and stuffing shells into his pocket. In intense combat, even half a second of delay could mean the difference between life and death; preparing himself while in motion was certainly not wrong.

Although he possessed two firearms with significant stopping power, he couldn't match the precise accuracy of someone like Quest. He could only treat them as supplements for close combat. Therefore, he needed to retreat into a residence to create a favorable battlefield, avoiding a situation where the Terminator, once equipped with ranged firepower, could completely suppress him.

Reaching the villa's front door, Fang Senyan lowered his shoulder and shoved hard against it. With a muffled crack, the entire door surface spiderwebbed with fissures, and it flew inward along with its hinges. Amidst flying wood chips, Fang Senyan strode in, shotgun held ready, his face grim. A Black man dressed like a hippie was advancing out of the room, brandishing a baseball bat menacingly. A furious American curse was just forming on his lips when the highly persuasive, dark muzzle of the gun spoke first. In the next second, the man deftly put his hands behind his head and squatted down by the wall.

Fang Senyan couldn't be bothered with pleasantries. He grabbed the man by the collar and tossed him out the window, considering it a life-saving measure. At this point, Fang Senyan's peripheral vision caught sight of several jarringly bright, piercing blue electrical currents in the adjacent yard. As thick as water buckets, they twisted and writhed together in the air, resembling pythons or snakes—terrifying and incredibly bizarre. They emitted a sizzling sound, and a gale began to whip up centered around them, even tearing up the grass turf from the ground.

"This... this must be the space-time tunnel through which the Terminator materialized!" Fang Senyan's pupils contracted sharply. His immediate reaction was to draw the .500 pistol, aim, and squeeze the trigger!

With a sharp bang, faint blue smoke curled upwards. Fang Senyan realized his marksmanship was as unreliable as ever, but that wasn't the main point. As the bullet approached the electric current, its velocity slowed increasingly, as if the passage of time in that area had been forcibly decelerated. Even more bizarrely, when the projectile contacted a stray branch of the blue electricity, it slowly dissolved and evaporated like an icicle, finally vanishing completely!

"This must be the law of spacetime. Inanimate objects cannot be transmitted; they are directly devoured! That's why even the Terminator must be covered with a layer of artificial flesh and blood on its surface."

By now, several thick blue currents had merged, gradually forming a blue curtain of light in the air, emitting a dazzling glare that made it impossible to look at directly. Fang Senyan spotted a pair of sunglasses resting on a nearby cabinet, so he unceremoniously put them on. He could immediately see a thick-knuckled hand painfully struggling to push out of the spatial gate, clawing its way outward.

Fang Senyan knew this was an excellent moment for a sneak attack, but he was helpless due to the lack of suitable tools. At this juncture, he couldn't help but miss the homeowner. If that person reappeared before him now, Fang Senyan would definitely toss them over as a human bomb to test the waters.

Gradually, the Terminator's head appeared beyond the temporal vortex. It possessed a completely ordinary face, but the lines were crude and simplistic, completely devoid of expression, giving the impression of a plastic mannequin face standing on the street. On the left side of its neck and shoulder blade, a ping-pong ball-sized deep cavity was clearly visible. The edges of the hole were irregular, flashing with a metallic sheen, and the surrounding skin was blackened, scorched, emitting faint wisps of greenish smoke. One could even vaguely glimpse the distorted, warped steel skeleton inside and intermittent sparks of electricity sputtering out—this was likely the reason its combat capability was limited to 80%.

When the Terminator's upper body cleared the vortex, it flared up again with a blinding light. Even wearing sunglasses, Fang Senyan had to close his eyes and turn his head away. When he looked back, the T-750 model Terminator was already standing upright, staring at him with cold, indifferent eyes—a gaze that disregarded life and everything else, filled only with destruction, a frantic desire for annihilation, even if it meant dragging itself down with the target!

Fang Senyan remained silent, merely raising the shotgun in his hand and aiming the dark, gaping muzzle toward it.

All language lost its meaning at this moment. Facing this cold, terrifying, and powerful steel monster, Fang Senyan felt an indescribable, overwhelming chill. The Terminator began to lean slightly forward, bend over, and rapidly sprinted over in a somewhat stiff but quick manner. A slight resistance traveled up Fang Senyan's fingertips; he didn't hesitate, putting extra force into it, and pulled the trigger!

With a loud boom, smoke billowed. The shells in the shotgun chamber had just been discharged. The plastic casings shattered instantly, and two to three hundred steel pellets scattered into a rain of steel, enveloping an area in the distance. The air was torn apart in that instant, letting out a sharp shriek. The charging Terminator staggered, its chest seemingly seized by an invisible giant hand that violently tore open the surface layer of flesh, revealing the silvery-white steel skeleton underneath!

Fang Senyan advanced with a cold expression, gripping the trigger relentlessly. The massive recoil of the shotgun was completely suppressed by his sheer strength. The Terminator lurched and convulsed before the whistling storm of steel pellets, yet it stubbornly pressed closer. Terrifyingly, the steel balls striking the Terminator's metal skeleton produced only clanging sounds, merely leaving white streaks on the surface without inflicting any actual damage. However, the surrounding ground and walls were splattered with copious amounts of flying blood and shredded flesh, looking exceptionally horrifying and bizarre.

The shotgun magazine only held six rounds. Fang Senyan emptied the clip in one continuous burst and, having no time to reload, tossed the shotgun aside and reached for the baseball bat nearby. Unexpectedly, once released from the pressure, the T-750 Terminator's massive downward force, coupled with its weight exceeding 200 kilograms, caused the wooden floor beneath its feet to collapse violently. Utilizing its incredibly powerful rear push, it suddenly lunged forward!

Fang Senyan hadn't anticipated that the T-750 Terminator’s explosive power would be this terrifyingly swift; it covered the distance of seven or eight meters instantaneously! Even more frightening was that after enduring the shotgun blast at close range, the T-750 seemed completely unharmed. It silently rushed up to Fang Senyan and swept its right hand across in a blur! Against such speed, Fang Senyan barely managed to turn his head slightly before being caught squarely by the blow!

With a deafening thud, Fang Senyan was actually sent flying off the ground, spinning two or three times in the air before crashing through a partition door several meters away! Tumbling uncontrollably, he knocked over countless objects along the way. He shook his dazed head; he hadn't felt the pain yet, but half his face was completely numb. His mouth moved slightly, and he felt several teeth fall out powerlessly. Only then did the impacted area transition from numbness to heat, followed by sharp, radiating pain spreading in all directions!

"You have sustained an attack from the T-750 Terminator, losing 55 (80-25) health points."

"You are afflicted by the Stun status; your attack speed and movement speed are reduced by 25%. This effect lasts for 30 seconds."

Had an ordinary person endured such a fierce blow, they would surely have died instantly from a broken neck. Even though Fang Senyan's health was nearly four times that of a normal person and he possessed protective talents, he was still beaten this miserably!

"I—!"

Fang Senyan rolled up from the ground, his cheek hugely swollen. He gasped for air, looking at the approaching T-750 Terminator, coughed forcefully, spitting out a mouthful of bloody phlegm and two broken teeth, yet his heart was filled with shock and astonishment. Before arriving here, he had placed a very high estimate on the strength of the legitimate final boss Terminator, but he never expected this T-750, operating at only 80% capacity, to be so terrifying. In its presence, he was at a comprehensive disadvantage, possessing almost no power to fight back!

The Terminator was a creature without emotion, a precisely engineered machine that granted its enemy no opportunity to err. It felt no joy at a successful strike nor despair at failure. Having landed one blow, this T-750 Terminator advanced toward Fang Senyan with utter coldness, lifting its foot to stomp down.

As this foot descended, Fang Senyan could even hear the terrifying explosive sound of the air being compressed in his ears!

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