?Reading on mobile phone Grius dodged the attacks of the three, then glanced at Lin Caiwei and sneered, "Ladies and gentlemen, I mentioned you just a moment ago. You've appeared so quickly—well then, today I'll be sending you all to meet the Grim Reaper!" "Pfft, here we go—Yan Wang is the popular choice, not the Grim Reaper. Qin Feng retorted, "So, you'd better adapt to the local customs. As the host, it's more fitting that I escort you to Yan Wang. With your looks, you'd make a perfect little ghost!" Lin, the beautiful woman, added, "Ugly duckling—let me tell you honestly, your box has already been taken. Do you really not care?" (A jest—what's inside the box is his lifeblood. How could he possibly not care?) "The Chinese people are truly unbearable," Grius exclaimed, his anger boiling over, and charged straight at Lin. Isabella and Qin Feng launched a flanking assault, while Lin Beijia stepped onto her flying sword, circling gracefully in the sky. After a moment of silent concentration, she suddenly sent down a spear of ice aimed straight at Gris's crown. This was a newly mastered spell of hers—the ice spear not only delivered a physical blow but also froze its target. Gris countered with a punch, shattering the spear, only to find his fist and half of his arm numb, covered in a layer of frost. "Vivi, excellent!" praised Qin, the young noble, genuinely impressed. After all, how could he be lazy when he had been steadily advancing in cultivation level, yet never taken the time to learn spells—so far, he still relied solely on his flying sword. As the female instructor launched her attack, Lin Beijia seized the opportunity to release her sword, precisely piercing the enemy's back. Thus, Qin Feng's flying sword regained its freedom. Under the combined assault of the three, Gris lost all his advantages. Though he managed to parry a few punches at first, he soon found himself merely receiving blows. What he now relies on is solely his transformation ability. But whether he turns into a tiger or a leopard, the outcome is always the same—massive defeats! The three flying above grow more confident with each passing moment. Lin, the beautiful officer, speaks up: "Feng, Shasha, we need a decisive move—should we just keep wearing him down until he collapses?" Qin, the young nobleman, suddenly has an idea: "Last time in Europe, we acquired a large quantity of depleted uranium penetrators—do you think that could finish him off?" The female officer's eyes widen in astonishment: "Why didn't you mention this earlier? Those projectiles are far more powerful than hand grenades—I'm eager to get some right away!" He flies over and hands four to Isabella. Each projectile weighs about twenty kilograms; too many would compromise their flight capability. The officer skillfully removes the trigger, makes a few adjustments, reinserts it, and then lets go—allowing the shells to fall freely and strike the ground with force. Boom… a massive explosion, though not directly hitting Gris, still sent him flying. Irregular metal shrapnel rained down, its destructive power exceeding ten times that of the fire god's hand grenade. She immediately threw down another one, sending Gris flying again as he struggled to rise. Lin Beijia quickly rushed over and shouted, "Feng, I want one too—this is really interesting!" Boom… boom… boom… Indeed, it was quite interesting, even prompting Qin the young lord himself to join in. The three of them, like three bombers, relentlessly bombarded the enemy below. And their supply of grenades seemed endless. Gris was dazed and disoriented; one grenade exploded just three meters away from him. As the flames subsided, he found himself devastated—his lower leg was gone. He hadn't even had time to transform, and then he was sent flying again. After more than a dozen explosions, he had not a single intact piece of flesh left. A pond had formed in front of him, and without hesitation, he jumped in. Throughout the entire ordeal, he never once used the tiger shark form—even though the other three forms had been severely injured, transforming into the tiger shark would have fundamentally improved their condition. "Ha ha! He's truly jumped right into the ditch!" Qin Shao couldn't stop grinning. "We've been waiting for him to jump into the pond—let's keep going, Xiao Feng." The female officer adjusted the trigger sensitivity to its maximum and then tossed it down. As soon as the projectile touched the water, the trigger activated and exploded underwater. Qin Feng then retrieved a series of penetration rounds. These rounds generated temperatures exceeding a thousand degrees upon explosion—did you think being submerged in water would make you safe? You'd be even more exposed to danger. With the surge of water being blasted upward, a tiger shark, measuring three meters in length, rose up and landed heavily on the shore. Two flying swords stood in front and behind, firmly pinning the tiger shark to the ground. Gris struggled fiercely, but could not transform, so he remained helpless—now a fish stranded on land, destined only to suffer. The female instructor approached calmly, one hand holding a mortar shell, aimed precisely at the tiger shark, and smiled, "This time, see how you hold up!" Both shells descended simultaneously and struck the shark with perfect accuracy. Boom! Boom! A massive fireball erupted, sending out shockwaves laced with fragments of bodies scattered in all directions. When the flames subsided, a crater over two meters deep remained, and the tiger shark had vanished entirely. "Killed that easily?" Lin, the female instructor, found it hard to believe. If she had known earlier that the gene-beast humans were afraid of thermal weapons, she should have launched a relentless barrage of shells instead—why bother using the flying swords at all? Qin, the young lord, also found it hard to believe. Isabella said, "It's no surprise at all. Gene-beings are inherently products of modern technology, as are their weapons. Since everyone is a product of modern technology, eliminating one another is entirely within reach. You two have unconsciously fallen into a misconception—since the beginning, you've treated them as opponents to be fought!" The two nodded in agreement. For added safety, Qin, the young lord, issued flame projectors to both women, and the three of them worked together to clear the area within a 100-meter radius, burning every object that resembled a corpse to ash. "Zhou Xiaoniu blinked her big eyes and smiled happily, saying, 'What you said might make sense, but this isn't decline—it's maturity!' At that moment, the teacher walked in and announced, 'Everyone, listen up! A film crew is coming to select actors tomorrow. I've recommended several of our students to the director. Please don't leave the school—this is a great opportunity, especially for Zhou Mushi. I've reviewed the script and believe you're perfectly suited for the female lead role. You must give your best performance tomorrow, remember?' Zhou Mushi didn't hesitate and replied, 'I'm already in Pinglu City tomorrow. My sister has absolutely no interest in this female lead role at all.'"