With a deafening crack, the Terminator brought its heavy boot down, kicking up a cloud of dust that settled over the entire wooden floor as it punched a crater nearly a meter wide. The water pipe beneath was shattered, and a spray of water shot out, misting the room in a damp haze. Fang Senyan managed to roll clear to the left the instant the foot struck, but several jagged splinters of wood still raked long, bloody furrows across his face.

The Terminator withdrew its foot from the newly made pit and naturally turned its head toward Fang Senyan, but the movement was markedly mechanical and sluggish—so much so that Fang Senyan even saw sparks of electricity leap from the wound on its neck. A flicker of insight crossed his mind, and he immediately continued to scramble and crawl toward the left. He instantly discovered that in this direction, the Terminator’s reaction speed was indeed at least 50% slower!

If that was the case... Fang Senyan took a deep breath and, instead of retreating, charged forward, snatching up a nearby stool and rushing the Terminator from the left! The angle Fang Senyan chose for his rush was exceptionally clever, placing him perfectly within the blind spot of the Terminator T-750’s right arm attack! He roared, smashing the stool down onto the Terminator T-750’s left shoulder. The stool instantly broke into three pieces, but it was clear that a few bursts of electrical energy erupted from the wound on its neck!

Simultaneously, Fang Senyan was struck squarely in the abdomen by the Terminator T-750’s left fist, sending him flying back another two or three meters! Though he tucked and curled his body in mid-air, his facial muscles contorted in obvious agony, his eyes held a look of frantic elation.

“Excellent!”

Fang Senyan rolled to one knee, clutching his abdomen tightly, biting down hard on his bloody teeth as he gasped for breath, his gaze vicious. Just as he had predicted, the power of the Terminator T-750’s left fist was also affected. While the blow was not weak, after being mitigated by his innate ability: Tenacity, it only shaved off twenty to thirty points of his health. For Fang Senyan, whose total health pool reached one hundred and eighty points, this level of damage was manageable.

Fang Senyan casually grabbed a sharp pair of iron tongs from beside the fireplace and began moving continuously around the Terminator, always keeping himself to the left side of the Terminator T-750. Suddenly, he lunged forward but immediately pulled back! The Terminator T-750’s movements remained somewhat mechanical, its red eyes flashing. It was momentarily tricked by Fang Senyan's sudden lunge and swung its punch wide, smashing heavily into a load-bearing column nearby.

Its fist immediately split open, flesh and blood tearing away, revealing the gleaming white alloy skeleton at the knuckles. The entire structure of the house trembled weakly, dust raining down, as if it might collapse at any second.

Seizing this golden opportunity, a ruthless glint flashed in Fang Senyan’s eyes. He surged forward instantly, leaping up and putting every ounce of strength he possessed into driving the iron tongs he held deep into the breach on the side of the Terminator T-750’s neck!

With a violent sizzling sound of arcing electricity, Fang Senyan felt an irresistible surge of power flow through the tongs, causing his whole body to tremble involuntarily. His vision was bleached white by the intense electrical discharge. With a loud cry, he was flung into the air, slamming his back into the wall three meters away with a thud, crushing a wall clock into scrap; gears and springs scattered everywhere.

Looking back at the tongs, they were now twisted and warped into a chaotic knot, jammed into the hole on the Terminator T-750’s shoulder. From the hole on its shoulder, brilliant blue-white electrical arcs sputtered out. The Terminator T-750 slumped to the ground, its entire body shaking violently. The wound on its shoulder had widened to the size of a bowl, the surrounding flesh ripped and curled back grotesquely, blackened as if seared by intense fire, emitting a foul, scorched stench.

Fang Senyan realized then that the layer of flesh and skin covering the Terminator’s body must serve a greater purpose than he had initially imagined. In his memory, the primary function of the Terminator's flesh was protection, preventing them from being consumed during temporal displacement, and the secondary function was camouflage, allowing them to launch surprise attacks hidden among the populace.

But now it seemed that a Terminator with intact dermal covering held clear advantages in movement speed, fluid attack transitions, and overall physical defense. If this Terminator T-750’s exterior skin had been intact, his attack would never have been so precisely aimed.

Fang Senyan struggled to rise from the ground, forcing himself to overcome the feeling of numbness spreading through his limbs. The Terminator T-750 slowly pushed itself up from the floor, and the grating sound of its exposed metallic neck frame could be clearly heard. Despite the severe trauma it had just sustained, the Terminator T-750 showed no signs of anger, pain, or fear; it simply advanced toward Fang Senyan with a stiff, uneven gait.

“You have been struck by internal current from the Terminator T-750, entering a state of paralysis. Movement speed reduced by 50%. This effect weakens by 15% every two seconds, lasting for a total of six seconds.”

“Damn it,” Fang Senyan muttered, feeling as though his hands and feet wouldn’t obey him. He desperately tried to create distance between himself and the Terminator T-750, but the brutal reality was that the gap was closing! There was an old saying that a wounded beast was the most dangerous, but Fang Senyan now deeply understood that a wounded Terminator was far more terrifying, for unless it was completely destroyed, it would relentlessly hunt him down like a cold god of death—icy, ruthless, and never yielding!

Fang Senyan tumbled awkwardly across the floor a few times, seeking refuge in an adjacent room, where he managed to latch the door bolt. But the wooden door was ripped apart as if made of paper the very next second. The Terminator T-750 burst through with unstoppable force, the exposed metal skeleton around its wound appearing chillingly stark and terrifying. It lowered its head, zeroed in on Fang Senyan’s position, and raised its foot again to stomp down heavily.

This time, Fang Senyan could not evade the blow. It landed squarely on his chest. Fang Senyan saw only blackness, and in his ears, he heard the grating, protesting sound of bones. He was certain his ribs had cracked. A sour taste rose in his throat, and a gush of blood exploded from his mouth. The section of floor beneath his back collapsed and shattered decisively, literally stamping Fang Senyan down into the subfloor!

“I... how can I die here?” Amidst excruciating pain and suffocation, Fang Senyan roared, his eyes burning with a fierce will to survive! He instinctively grabbed hold of the Terminator T-750’s right leg with both hands, twisting violently, trying to throw it off balance. However, the Terminator’s strength far surpassed his own. Not only did Fang Senyan’s attempt fail, but the Terminator T-750 used the momentum to kick him away. His head slammed heavily against a nearby pillar, sending brick dust and masonry flying. A terrifying gash was torn across Fang Senyan’s forehead, instantly covering his face in blood.

Fang Senyan lay prone on the ground, gasping for air. Despite suffering repeated heavy blows, his health, nearly four times that of a normal person, gave him extraordinary resilience, allowing him to struggle back to his feet and adopt a defensive stance, though his body swayed noticeably—clearly at the end of his tether. The only positive news was that the paralysis effect had worn off; he was no longer completely suppressed in terms of speed as he had been moments before.

“My health is now less than fifty points, and the Delta Special Counter-Terrorism Unit has only four minutes and thirty-one seconds left to arrive. Abandon... or continue the fight?”

Fang Senyan frowned deeply, spitting out a mouthful of saliva mixed with sand and blood. At that moment, he noticed the living room area, which looked like a ruin after their previous exchange, and his eyes lit up. He immediately fled toward that area.

Because the drainage pipe beneath the floor had been smashed, the room was now flooded. Fang Senyan watched the faint blue electrical sparks occasionally popping from the wound on the Terminator T-750’s neck, smirked coldly, stepped onto the nearby sofa, picked up a cup, filled it with water, and hurled it.

The Terminator T-750 remained unmoved by the incoming cup. Its cold, mechanical eyes registered only Fang Senyan’s presence. The cup shattered on its shoulder, splashing a large amount of water directly onto the wound on its neck and shoulder! Immediately, the blue-white electrical arcs flared brilliantly, forcing Fang Senyan to squint. Thick smoke billowed out of the dark, gaping wound. The Terminator T-750 convulsed violently, and after a few seconds, its left leg and left arm displayed distinct signs of rigidity and sluggishness—likely some internal circuitry had been damaged. But when Fang Senyan splashed more water on it, there was no further effect; even the electrical discharge vanished completely, indicating that area had shorted out entirely.

However, the Terminator T-750 could still move and continued to close in! It walked with a noticeable limp, its speed drastically reduced. At this point, Fang Senyan bent low, roared in fury, lowered his shoulder, and charged like an enraged bull straight into the nearby pillar!

This house had been built twenty or thirty years ago, and the materials were already severely aged. The pillar Fang Senyan struck was a load-bearing column that the Terminator T-750 had already hit once, causing it to develop dense spiderweb cracks. Fang Senyan’s full-force impact, equivalent to the shove of two or three strong adults, placed the final burden on the pillar. It swayed once, then collapsed completely.

............... Uh, this ticket thing really seems necessary, doesn't it? If I don't ask, it won't be as impactful. An even higher climax is coming soon. If you guys are enjoying the read, please cast your votes! Also, I'll try to keep the update schedule stable. Considering the new book rankings, I'm not unwilling to release more content, but I can't right now. Once it's officially released, you’ll all have plenty to enjoy, haha. (To be continued. Please visit [link] to read the latest chapter.)