?Reading on mobile phone From the duel between the two, Qin Feng gained invaluable insights. The Eighty Electronic Book "Killer" faced Isabella's relentless barrage of attacks with ease, not only meeting them effectively but also countering at several points, never losing his composure. In fact, Qin, the young lord, found himself a bit shaken—he couldn't recall exactly how he managed to hold his own against the "Killer" just now. Human potential is limitless; under pressure, one reveals extraordinary strength, and the "Killer" exemplifies this perfectly, knowing clearly what costs failure would entail. His dagger flashed rapidly, creating a dazzling display. Qin was deeply grateful, especially for having successfully kissed the immortal instructor at that moment. Had it not been for that advantage, after her resurrection as a bloodline member, she would surely have remained an adversary rather than a friend. If that had been the case, Qin would have likely perished long ago. He clenched his fists and told himself, "I must focus on my training, surpass Sasha in strength, then get her onto my bed—completely eliminate the threat once and for all." Fortunately, his voice was quiet; if the immortal instructor had heard him, she'd certainly have reacted far more dramatically than just a stumble. Suddenly, Isabella dropped low, swiftly extending her left hand, and a red hand grenade "stuck" to the killer's waist. She then quickly retreated to the side. Only then did the killer realize what had happened, lowering his head as the grenade exploded. Boom— The force of the explosion immediately engulfed the killer in flames. As the smoke cleared, a half-basketball-sized wound appeared on his waist, with a steady flow of green liquid oozing out. The immortal instructor beamed with satisfaction, "Good! Now watch me finish you off!" And with that, she charged back in once more. Qin, the young lord, was utterly stunned—Really? That's it? Why didn't he say so earlier? He should have brought half a dozen rocket launchers and blown the killer to pieces! The battered Kill God struggled with stiff, awkward movements, only to be swiftly taken down again by the seasoned instructor, who this time slammed a hand grenade onto the other side of his thigh. Boom… After the explosion, the Kill God's leg was gone, leaving only a long, cylindrical pant leg standing upright—like a golden crane in balance. Qin Feng couldn't help but marvel—what a strong guy! Even after being blown apart like this, he still managed to stay standing! This wasn't just a scene from a war drama—he wasn't having to give such a performance. "Isabella, you actually have a Flame God hand grenade!" the Kill God protested, clearly unconvinced. The instructor kicked him hard to the ground, while Qin, the young noble, rushed over, removed the last hand grenade from her shoulder, pulled off the pull ring, and shoved it directly into the Kill God's mouth, then gave him a solid slap. The two of them moved in perfect synchrony, collapsing to the ground, where explosions soon followed. The young members of the Tiger Clan, busy clearing the battlefield, paused mid-task. Chen Bao tugged at his brother's sleeve, "What's going on over there Chen Hu speculates. Chen Bao thinks: Who among the households has only the sound of flames and no spark? Well, then, better get on with the matter at hand—accidentally drawing the attention of the police would be troublesome. After the explosion, both Qin Feng and Isabella rose to their feet. The God of Death was shattered into several pieces. Due to the transformation of his body, the fragmented pieces resembled decaying wood, with a few greenish fluids still clinging to them. "Ha ha, this isn't just eight pieces—calling them fragments would be more accurate," Qin Feng said with a cheerful smile. The veteran instructor shook his head, with a touch of regret: "On Death Island, we're now the only two left. In fact, the God of Death could have remained alive—he chose to walk this one-way path of his own volition." Qin Feng nodded, pointing to one of the fragments. "He shouldn't have chosen to oppose me. Oh, by the way, Sasha, that hand grenade we just used was quite powerful—I've never seen anything like it before." During his years of training, he had encountered weapons from all over the world and was well-versed in modern arms. Isabella shrugged and hummed, "This is the latest model of the Fire God mortar rocket developed by the organization—its explosive power equals three kilograms of TNT, with remarkable lethality." Qin, the young officer, immediately rubbed his hands excitedly, saying, "Get me a batch of these—such a great weapon, perfect for personal defense and for robbing and killing during raids." The beautiful instructor gave him a withering look, saying, "Stop dreaming—how about a batch? There are only five units produced in total. One was used for testing, and the remaining four were recovered from the ruins. We just used three of them—only one remains now." "Only one?" He stared at her in disbelief. How could such a valuable asset be produced in such small numbers? The organization had never been so stingy. "It's not that the organization is stingy," she replied with irritation, "but these rockets were just recently developed and haven't had time to scale up production. You blew up the Death Island right when they were ready to launch." Ah—so it was my fault all along! Qin Da少 felt a bit embarrassed, rubbed his head, and with a bold face reached out, saying, "Give me the last one. I'll hand it over to Hou Bao for careful study. I hope we can scale up production—this thing will definitely be useful in the future, and we should produce more of them." Isabella didn't hold back either, and handed over the final one to him. Moreover, she made a rare move—she sat in Qin Feng's car and said she wanted to visit his home, and also to pay a courtesy call on his two girlfriends. Qin Feng, delighted beyond words, happily invited the beautiful instructor into the car, started the engine with a cheerful hum, and drove off with a steady burst of power. In Qin Feng's heart, the ever-young instructor had already become a full-fledged member of his growing family of wives and concubines, and it was absolutely necessary to introduce her to Mei Hui and Fang Fang. As they left, no one noticed that one of the fragments stood out noticeably from the others—it resembled a human brain, only green in color and capable of moving on its own. Over an hour later, Lei drove up in his car. According to the reports from the younger staff, there had been a sound similar to an explosion here. Before leaving, the killer had been absolutely confident, insisting that he would definitely kill Qin Feng. For several hours, no updates came through—something felt off to Lei. Unable to fall asleep, he got up and drove directly to the most likely location where the attack might have taken place. There was still a faint smoky scent in the air. He shone his powerful flashlight around for a long time, but aside from scattered fallen logs, there was nothing else. Not a single drop of blood—had the killer not come here at all? He grew suspicious. The site was open and spacious, an ideal choice for a robbery with murder. Crackle… "Damn! So unlucky!" His left foot landed on a soft, squishy thing, which he initially thought was dog droppings, prompting him to curse loudly. As he lifted his foot to toss the unpleasant mass aside, to his astonishment, the greenish mass began to climb up his pants leg. Then he collapsed to the ground as if struck by electricity, his body convulsing irregularly. Greenish stuff crept upward from below, climbing over his chest to his neck, and finally, slowly, made its way into his nostrils as Lei shouted in惊.