Chapter 62

Dr. Ashford's mutant form was still largely humanoid: half of his face resembled a zombie, mostly rotten, with eyes that were swollen as if filled with air, the eyeballs bulging as if they might burst at any moment; his hairstyle could be compared to Mr. Einstein's; his upper body had the appearance of a werewolf, covered in fur, with clawed hands; his back was particularly unusual, with jagged bone spurs protruding from his elbows, heels, and spine; and he also had some vampire features, with pale skin wherever it was visible and prominent fangs in his mouth.

In Feng Bujue's eyes, this boss's appearance represented three things: it had a head, it was afraid of garlic, and it could be tripped.

At this moment, Feng Bujue used the divine skill [Brat's Back Kick], which could only be used three times, with the effect of "ignoring specialization levels, 100% tripping any monster that can theoretically be tripped, and enraging the target to attack you."

"Go deal with the derivative, I'll handle this," Feng Bujue took advantage of the mutant not yet rising, and struck its back of the head repeatedly with a pipe wrench. The loud thuds and splashes of blood clearly showed how ruthless he was. He had already been vaccinated, so he wasn't afraid even if the blood splashed into his mouth.

Seeing this, Pan Feng, for some reason, felt that there was no need for him to intervene...

"Alright... we'll help you after we deal with the derivative," he said and also climbed down from the stand.

Due to the [Concussion] effect being triggered twice, the monster was pinned to the ground by Feng Bujue for several seconds before it could get up, losing a lot of blood. During this time, it had managed to get up once but fell back down due to the dizziness effect.

Once the mutant successfully stood up, Feng Bujue turned and ran, and the boss naturally chased after him. At this point, unless someone used that despicable skill to trip it again, it would not change its target.

"Xiao Tan, come help!" Feng Bujue ran around the stand, shouting, his voice echoing in the empty stadium.

Wang Tan, who had recovered from the pain of his fall, responded and found the nearest staircase, running up to the upper level.

Feng Bujue led the mutant in a mad dash. His route was simple: he ran along the edge of the upper stand where there was more space, not wanting to compete in speed with a monster that could climb vertical walls on uneven terrain.

After Xiao Tan climbed up the stairs, Feng Bujue was running from his left side. Both had flashlights, so they knew each other's positions. As Feng Bujue approached, he shouted, "Trip it with the bat!"

"Got it!" Xiao Tan stood on a lower step, took out the bat, turned his face to the left, and got into a position to swing.

After Feng Bujue ran past his right side, Xiao Tan swung hard, the bat extending horizontally and hitting the mutant's lower leg from behind.

With a loud thud, Xiao Tan felt his arms go numb, and the bat flew out of his hands, landing somewhere. The mutant's physique was incredibly strong; the direct bone below its knee and the bat collided, producing such a sound, and its leg bone did not break.

Of course, Feng Bujue had already understood that the mutant's bones were very hard, otherwise, the pipe wrench would have cracked its skull earlier. The mutant's behavior of using the bone spurs on its elbows to cut through the glass of the Elbow Building also proved this point.

The problem was, even though its leg bone didn't break, the mutant was still tripped...

Feng Bujue slowed down intentionally as he ran past Xiao Tan, preparing to turn back. When he heard the impact, he turned and shone his flashlight, just in time to see the mutant sliding face-down on the floor...

"Cut its Achilles tendon!" Feng Bujue shouted, pulling out the Winchester and firing a shot at the monster's forehead.

Xiao Tan took three steps and caught up from behind, taking out a kitchen knife and cutting into the back of the monster's foot, sawing vigorously.

The mutant's head was shattered, and its brain matter spilled out, but it did not stop moving, still trying to get up and attack.

"Is this the dying phase..." Feng Bujue's face was covered in blood, but he showed no signs of tension.

He stepped back a few paces and said to Xiao Tan, "Don't get too close, it should die after thrashing around a bit."

The headless mutant was wildly destroying everything around it, easily shattering the seats and concrete structures. However, with one of its Achilles tendons severed, it could not move properly and posed no real threat to Feng Bujue and Wang Tan, who had moved back.

"Almost done here! How's it going on your side?" Feng Bujue shouted to the area below where the fighting sounds were coming from, shining his flashlight there.

In the light, Pan Hua and the other were seen attacking the derivative, which was using steel claws that extended from its knuckles, fighting them fiercely without showing any signs of weakness.

Feng Bujue's mind screamed, "Damn!"

"Don't ask! This is a Level 3, right!" Feng Bujue shouted.

"If I can see it, why ask?" Hua Xiong replied irritably.

The two GMs were in a difficult situation. After Hua Xiong jumped down and exchanged a few blows with the derivative, he realized something was wrong. The derivative's severed hand had quickly healed and grown steel claws, and its gunshot wounds had also rapidly recovered. Its close combat skills were clearly not those of a Level 4 derivative. After Pan Feng joined the battle, Hua Xiong had a chance to glance at the game menu, which confirmed that the derivative was indeed Level 3.

Feng Bujue also noticed the healing hand and commanded from the upper stand, "Cut off its head! This will go on forever if you keep fighting like this!"

"Shut up! Do you think I haven't tried? Why don't you come and try?" Pan Feng shouted.

They couldn't be blamed. The derivative, though small in stature, had strength no less than Dr. Ashford's mutant, and its speed and reaction were on par with the two GMs. Its weapons, which were extensions of its hands, made it more suitable for close combat, and its healing ability gave it a lot of leeway in battle, making minor injuries acceptable.

If the two GMs continued to fight without winning, their health and stamina would be drained. Even if they could afford to wait, there were other hidden dangers...

[Current mission completed, all main missions completed]

[You have completed the script, automatic teleportation in 180 seconds]

These system prompts indicated that the mutant's struggle had ended, and it had completely stopped moving. It also meant that Feng Bujue and Wang Tan had at most 3 minutes left in the script.

At the same time, at the entrance to the stand, pairs of red eyes emerged from the darkness, accompanied by the howls of blood wolves, signaling that a large wave of monsters was approaching...