?Mobile reading Isabel rarely used rocket launchers. Against ordinary people, it would have been sufficient—she knew well that such weapons did little damage to divine monks, at best just creating a loud explosion. Why waste them? The fiery monk was now furious: "Chinese people! You dare to do it, yet you're unwilling to take the responsibility!" "Man, it wasn't me!" He too wanted to find out who had actually done it. At this moment, a proud figure rose up six hundred meters away. Though distant, Qin Feng instantly recognized the man. The monk also recognized him, his heart beginning to surge with excitement. Indeed, it was Mr. Nakamura. How could the man appear unharmed when he had clearly been blown to pieces? Of course, this wasn't the issue that mattered most. What mattered most was that Nakamura had not died—his promise to build one temple for each of them could still be fulfilled. The other five monks also couldn't help but feel delighted, just as they hadn't expected such a result. As for the most surprised, it was Qin the Younger. Though he had been struck by a heart attack and narrowly escaped death, he could explain his survival by citing the timely integration of the beast-genetic factors while his brain was still alive. But now, he remembered clearly—despite having obliterated Naka Toshihisa into fragments just a few days ago, the man had somehow revived once again. In fact, Naka Toshihisa himself felt fortunate. Had it not been for his sudden enthusiasm at the time, and his decision to invest heavily in importing that equipment from Europe, he would have perished in the previous explosion. Originally, he hadn't planned to purchase the device at all, believing that, as a transformed beast-human, he was already invincible and didn't see the need for it. Moreover, when Qin Feng caused a commotion in Europe, he not only defeated all the mutated humanoid beasts but also destroyed all the equipment—this entire setup was the last one left in the world. Though he missed Qin Feng, he didn't lose heart; he set down the empty launcher and retrieved another one from a nearby box. Man, it seems it's far from over. Qin Shao mentally decided, and his flying sword sped toward the opponent. As the flying sword approached, Jun-nan Midorikawa had to abandon his aiming motion and casually lifted a thick iron rod to swing it at the sword. Thud— the sword and rod collided, sending out a burst of sparks. The rod was made of a special metal; had it been ordinary steel, it would have been snapped instantly. "Sasha, take care of that guy," Qin Feng said firmly. "Understood," Isabel replied. It was a last resort move, forced by the fact that when he launched his attack on Nakamura Shun-nan, the monk was already engaged, wielding a crescent-shaped shovel to slice a beam of light toward him. The battle had begun. Seeing Qin Feng ensnared by the monk, Nakamura Shun-nan picked up his missile launcher again, opened the infrared sight, and positioned one eye close to the scope—just as Isabella arrived. A flash of white, and he instinctively stepped aside, though still caught by the claws on his chest, leaving five deep wounds. Yet these wounds healed remarkably quickly, fully recovering within a blink. Without the five tear marks on his clothes, he would have doubted he had been injured at all. "Damn woman, you're trying to die!" he exclaimed. "The Solarians are still so bold even at the brink of death—surprising, actually," Isabella said coldly. Now at the level of a Count-level vampire, she found the little mutant humanoid nothing short of insignificant. The leading monk shouted, "Unfortunate! Master Nakamura is in danger—we must rush over!" Five figures soared into the air one after another. In her peripheral vision, Isabel couldn't help but smile slightly. She could have delivered a killing blow to Nakamura Jun-nan at once, but she chose not to—intentionally rousing the remaining monks, forcing them to leave the mountain pass they had guarded for several days. After all, the terrain was naturally defensible, and they had spent so many days preparing traps and defenses. As long as she could draw them out, it would be a resounding success—every effort they had made would have been rendered meaningless. Swoosh— She suddenly launched her dagger with precision, piercing the unfortunate monk's temple, the sharp tip emerging from the other side. It's truly no exaggeration to call him unlucky. After all, you've finally made a comeback—yet you still haven't learned how to stay calm. Knowing full well you're no match for them, you show up with such flair, as if carrying a whole crate of single-vehicle anti-tank missiles were enough. Have you even looked around? Who in this room dares to be afraid of him? Honestly, after his second resurrection, if he had chosen to stay hidden and quietly maneuver behind the scenes, even Qin and Isabella would have been completely at a loss. Unfortunately, he still doesn't grasp the concept of composure—his third time down, and this time, he's done it himself, by volunteering to walk right into the fray. Five of the airborne figures now look furious—what a swift turn of fortune: hope arrives quickly, but losses follow just as fast. All they can do is pray that Mr. Nakamura makes a comeback once more, otherwise, who will they turn to for the temple? Just before he collapsed, the beautiful instructor hurled a black cylinder over fifty centimeters long, which landed precisely beneath the body of the fallen. It was a high-explosive incendiary round that generated temperatures exceeding 1,500 degrees Celsius—hot enough to melt steel. To prevent anyone from gathering his remains, I'd simply incinerate you completely into ash. If you're still able to revive after that, then you truly have exceptional skill. She planted her feet firmly on the ground and launched herself into the air, leaving the five monks momentarily stunned. At that moment, the high-explosive incendiary round detonated—boom! The body was instantly engulfed by the intense heat and flames, and the surrounding air temperature surged dramatically. The five monks, now deprived of their target, instinctively rushed over to claim the body. In their estimation, even if the body had been shattered into fragments, revival was still possible. Now that the body remained intact, they assumed it would surely survive. With temperatures exceeding 1,500 degrees Celsius, not only did the body of Nakamura Shun-nan turn to ash, but even the closest monk, who had just reached out, had his skin scorched off first, and then his bones burned like twigs. "Ah." He screamed in pain, stepping back several paces, though he still sustained multiple burns. It was astonishing to the beautiful instructor—given how resilient these troops were to modern weaponry, it was truly unexpected that they would be afraid of high-explosive incendiary rounds. On the other side, Qin Feng also noticed, feeling equally excited. He had been worried about facing them one-on-one, but now that he saw they had vulnerabilities, he couldn't wait—he had plenty of incendiary rounds stored in his naigui.