After the bodyguards had escorted Su Wu away, Qin Feng walked toward the office building on the side. Eighty Electronic Book He had already identified one person—hidden behind the glass facade, the very one who had remotely triggered the bomb concealed in the trash can. A slender European man with a black crew cut. He had intended that even if the bomb failed to kill Qin Feng, it would at least severely injure him. Yet, the man had detected him instantly, kicking the trash can aside with one foot. Moreover, the man was now approaching. With a slight smile, the frail figure let out a rather unpleasant laugh, murmuring to himself, “Better still—this is exactly what I’d hoped for. As if he’d come straight to me. I’d like to find out just what it takes to knock the Blood Shadow down!” He extended his right hand, which looked like dry, brittle wood, and from the tips of his fingers, claw-like projections emerged, glowing faintly under the sunlight, sharp and impressive. He then walked toward the elevator, entered, and pressed the button for the top floor. After Qin Feng entered, he took a different elevator and also went to the top floor. Soon, two figures appeared on the platform at the top, about fifteen meters apart, both gazing with sharp, piercing intensity. The biting north wind blew, rustling their garments. "You're the one who ruined Blood Shadow, aren't you? Doesn't seem all that impressive," the lean man sneered. "Who could blame Blood Shadow for being such a bunch of trash? It's easy to wipe them out." Qin Feng stared at him coldly, asking, "So what's your name, and why are you defending Blood Shadow?" "Tell you my name? That's nothing special," the lean man said with pride. "I'm Chris. You destroyed my Blood Shadow—so naturally, I'm coming after you. Ready to die, are you?" Qin Feng chuckled coldly. "As far as I know, the head of Blood Shadow is the Blood Saint. Clearly, you're not that. What a bold claim! You're still dreaming, aren't you, thinking you can take my life?" "You haven't quite woken up yet, have you? Yes, I'm not a Blood Saint, but I've always controlled the Blood Shadow—yet it was destroyed right in your hands." Chris reached behind him and pulled out a pair of three-pronged spears, assuming an offensive stance and continued, "You shattered my dreams. Now, I can only kill you to vent my anger!" With that, he leapt into the air, launching himself like a projectile straight toward Qin Feng. "Well timed," replied Qin, the young lord, holding his green steel sword and forming a blossoming arc of sword movements to meet him. Clang! The green steel sword and the three-pronged spears collided, sending out a burst of sparks. Qin was amazed by the strength of the opponent, his虎 mouth tingling with the force—such a slender man, yet possessing such powerful strength. Chris coordinated his movements, skillfully wielding both spears, each stroke aimed precisely at Qin Feng's vital points. No one could have expected this. After all this time in Europe, this was the first opponent that truly troubled him. Qin Feng launched a fiery dragon, seizing the moment when his opponent shifted from offense to defense, and quickly retreated several steps, hurling his flying sword forward. He had always felt that from the very beginning, he had been overly confident—he should have realized that, as a flying sword, its true power was only unleashed when it soared through the air, not when held in hand. As the long, spirited sword approached him, Chris was momentarily stunned, exclaiming, "A Chinese cultivator!" He instinctively raised his three-pronged spear to block the sword, then sidestepped to avoid its momentum. Qin Feng smiled, saying, "Well, you're sharp to recognize a cultivator—now you're definitely in trouble!" The sword danced in swift, precise movements, and Chris found himself constantly reacting, unable to mount any effective counterattack against Qin Feng himself. As for the blood-shadow team, no need to speak of honor or tradition—Chris silently launched a fire god hand grenade, simultaneously guiding the sword into a high, arcing flight. Boom! The explosion erupted into a blazing sphere, instantly engulfing the slender figure. As the flames subsided and his body was scorched black in multiple places, he still hadn't suffered a fatal wound—clearly, to fully unleash the hand grenade's destructive power, it would have to be forced into the other person's mouth. "Chinaman, you're setting yourself up to die," Chris shouted, angrily tossing aside his three-pronged spear and yanking off his tattered shirt. "Hmph. You blow me once, I'll return the favor—now that's fair," Qin Feng commanded, directing his flying swords to continue the assault. Gray downy fur began to emerge over Chris's body, especially prominent on his arms; his fingers transformed into claws resembling those of a Wolverine, and his eyes turned crimson. Then— As he swung a punch at a flying sword, sending the steel blade flying over fifteen meters, a series of soft crackling explosions emanated from his body. As his upper body muscles continuously expanded, he morphed into the form of a hunched, towering gorilla. The gray downy fur rapidly grew, eventually reaching nearly two inches in length. "By the way, another mutated humanoid," Qin Feng exclaimed in astonishment. "Now that's what I call a true Chris's mouth protruded, his eyes sunken deep, and his nose compressed within a narrow space—indicating he had inherited the more advanced gene variants from the gorillas. Previous mutated humanoid beings had simply grown stronger and taller, and even the later, more advanced ones followed the same pattern. This clearly showed that Chris was different from both types; he must be utilizing a more advanced research breakthrough. "Overconfident Chinese! I'll tear you to pieces!" he roared, his voice deep and resonant. With every step he took, the thick plaza tiles beneath him shattered into fine dust. The flying sword struck the gorilla with great force, yet it only severed a few dozen qi hairs—yielding little else. When Chris launched a punch, Qin Feng blocked with all his might, but the impact sent him flying over fifteen meters. Had he not exerted intense control over his body, he would have collapsed to the ground. The areas of his arms struck by the blow felt numb, and the force of Chris's attack had increased by at least threefold. Chris pounded his chest with both fists, then surged forward with arms and legs, exhaling white plumes from his nostrils, like a powerful steam engine in full operation. Lightning symbol. Thick lightning, as sturdy as tree roots, struck Chris's head, only causing his steps to stall for a few seconds before he wavered his head and charged again. NND, not this strong, surely. With such capable fighters present, why hadn't he acted sooner? Otherwise, it would have been easy to wipe them out. He rolled on the ground, securing a 120-millimeter single-vehicle anti-tank missile on his shoulder, quickly locked onto the moving Chris, and pressed the launch button. Whoosh... The missile rocketed skyward, leaving a splendid trail of flame, striking Chris precisely. Boom... The shockwave lifted his massive body and slammed it hard onto the ground, leaving a wound in his chest and spraying blood everywhere. To be sure, the missile launched a moment ago could penetrate most main battle tanks, so this level of damage is far from severe. He extended his hand, brushed against the back, pulled out the longest strand of Jang hair, and scattered it toward Qin Feng.