Chapter 95

Drunk Fist, where the form is drunk but the mind is not, is a type of "ground rolling fist."

Most practitioners of Drunk Fist are skilled drinkers. After drinking, their nerves become numb, reducing the body's pain sensation. They use the alcohol to enhance their power, making their strikes incredibly fierce!

Eight Cat tilted his head and drank half a pot of wine. Then, he roared and threw the wine gourd in his hand into the air. He leaped up and, with a swift movement, struck the gourd mid-air with his palm. With a "crack," the gourd shattered. Eight Cat's seemingly thick palms retracted and then formed a Tai Chi-like shape, and the fiery liquor that should have fallen to the ground was instantly drawn to his palms by an internal force, swirling and surging!

He thrust his palm forward and shouted, "Drunk Wine Cloud Mist!"

After this shout, the fiery liquor evaporated instantly, transforming into a mist of alcohol that spread out. This mist seemed to carry a special power, filling an area of about seven to eight meters. The mist, driven by internal force, invaded the tank mutant's body, eroding its nerve tissue. The mutant's movements slowed, and its attacks weakened.

"Damn it! My Drunk Wine Cloud Mist can even affect the abominations infected by the plague of the heavens!" Eight Cat landed and quickly rolled away, retreating to a distance of seven to eight meters. He then said, "I don't believe a little T-virus can be more monstrous than the plague of the heavens!"

With that, he took a deep breath and spewed out a stream of raging flames!

The flames, upon touching the alcohol mist in the air, exploded and rapidly enveloped the tank mutant. The flames, fueled by the alcohol mist, burned for a long time, even igniting some of the mutant's outer fat, turning it into a massive ball of fire.

When Eight Cat shouted "Drunk Wine Cloud Mist," he was also signaling to Zhao Futu and the others that he was about to use a powerful move.

The others also took this opportunity to launch their attacks. Since they had just met and their coordination was not yet perfect, he shouted before making his move.

"I didn't expect this fat guy to have some tricks up his sleeve!" Yu Yan understood when he shouted. When Eight Cat shattered the wine gourd with his palm, she took out a special, elongated armor-piercing bullet from her pocket. She kissed it lightly on her red lips and then slowly but accurately loaded it into her heavy sniper rifle.

She took a deep breath, focused, and aimed at the tank mutant not far away. When the mutant was engulfed in flames, she aimed at its heart.

Bang!

The heavy sniper rifle fired, and the tank mutant's massive body shook. A spray of blood shot out from its heart as the bullet penetrated its outer gelatinous defense and directly hit its heart. The special bullet pierced through its body, creating a fist-sized hole in its left chest.

"Phew!" Yu Yan sighed in relief and said, "If even bullets designed to penetrate armor and light tanks are useless, I'm out of options!"

Bang.

Zhao Futu landed. When Eight Cat spewed out the raging flames, he leaped up, and the Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown was reactivated. A special, sharp aura formed, and he felt as if he were back on the battlefield of the Yellow Turbans, experiencing the same feeling when he comprehended the Silver Cross Brocade. When he swung his sword, his energy rapidly drained, transforming into surging true qi that flowed through his heart and lungs, reaching the Shaoshang point and then bursting out through his steel sword.

He was about three meters away from the tank mutant, but when he swung his sword, a tiny bloodline appeared on the mutant's thick neck. The bloodline widened, and the mutant's head tilted to one side, its massive body seeming to lose strength. With a loud thud, it fell to the ground.

"Huff! Huff! Huff!"

Zhao Futu panted heavily. The excessive energy drain made him feel slightly dizzy. If too much energy is consumed, it can have negative effects, similar to a decrease in health.

Both Eight Cat and Yu Yan were stunned. They had seen clearly that Zhao Futu's sword had not hit the target; it was still nearly three meters away. But in the next moment, a bloodline appeared on the mutant's neck, and its head was almost severed, leaving only a bit of flesh connecting it to the body.

There was only one explanation: sword qi!

Zhao Futu took a breath and ignored the two beside him.

He leaped forward and placed the Type I Zombie Parasite on the tank mutant's neck, which was almost severed. The parasite, upon contact with the mutant's flesh, opened its sharp teeth and began to devour its flesh, burrowing into the mutant's strong body along the spine. A wriggling, centipede-like mass moved inside the mutant's body, eventually reaching its heart.

The zombie's regenerative ability was reactivated, and its wounds healed rapidly. When the parasite completely devoured the heart and then burrowed into the mutant's head, Zhao Futu received a notification from the Nightmare Space:

"Type I Zombie Parasite parasitization successful!"

As if reaching a critical point, the tank mutant's flesh began to collapse. Its body rapidly expanded, its limbs twisted, and its bones dislocated. Fierce, eyeless meat worms with sharp, tooth-filled mouths emerged from its body. In front of Zhao Futu and the others' shocked eyes, these worm-like appendages began to devour the mutant's flesh, starting from its thighs and moving upward, eventually reducing the body to a skeleton.

"Ugh!"

Yu Yan couldn't take it anymore and turned away, retching in a corner.

Eight Cat, on the other hand, was completely unfazed. He took out another bottle of good wine from his private space, squatted nearby, and watched with gleaming eyes, drinking and munching on some unknown food.

Zhao Futu's face wasn't much better. Although he didn't vomit, he felt nauseous.

He glanced at the engrossed Eight Cat and then at his own reaction, realizing he was far behind.

"This kid will surely become a great talent!"

At that moment, Zhao Futu had a strange feeling.

The tank mutant's flesh was completely devoured by the worm-like appendages, and its brain matter was transported to its abdomen through a twisted, tube-like intestine. Now, only a skeleton about 2.5 meters tall remained, with a large, pulsating tumor at its center. The mutant's flesh was continuously transported to this tumor, which swelled and expanded with a heartbeat-like rhythm.

Finally, the DNA gene fusion was complete!

A layer of flesh membrane emerged from the large tumor, and new flesh began to cover the pale skeleton. The skeleton's shape twisted, and strange, claw-like appendages extended from the tumor. As the gene fusion reached its final stage, a twisted, vaguely humanoid mass of flesh appeared before the three, with eight spider-like legs extending from it.

Its body expanded again, almost completely filling the nearly ten-meter-wide road. The center of the eight spider legs was entangled with twisted, fleshy tendons, and a new, more oppressive and powerful mutant spider formed. Unlike the previous one, which had a lot of fat and looked terrifying but lacked the silent, overwhelming presence of this one.

This mutant spider had no fat, only twisted muscle tissue, and no skin. The grotesque muscle tissue exuded a terrifying pressure.

Zhao Futu took a deep breath and checked its attributes:

"Mutant Spider (Mature Form):

Height: 45 cm

Weight: 120 kg

Base Attributes:

Strength: 45

Agility: 45

Intelligence: 3

Stamina: 48

Spirit: 1

Perception: 2

Willpower: 9

Charisma: 1

Skills:

Spider Parasite Mutation (Mature Form) v3: Increases strength by 25, agility by 25, and stamina by 25. During the parasitic period, it can further devour zombie flesh and absorb DNA genes. The parasitic mutation limit is [Complete Form].

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