Taking on missiles head-on is not a pleasant experience.
Even using Ying Gou's body, Yang Cheng still expended a great deal of his vital energy to withstand the missile's bombardment.
The lack of long-range attack methods remains one of Yang Cheng's weaknesses, especially in a world like the Tower World where firearms are the primary weapon.
Seeing that Yang Cheng had actually withstood two of his missiles, Blackjack let out a strange laugh and lunged straight at Yang Cheng.
"Gene Awakener! I wonder if eating your flesh will allow me to recombine the genes within my body!"
As a mutant with powerful abilities, Blackjack's biggest regret is that his potential has been fixed.
So now he only desires two things: to leave behind descendants and to break through his own limits.
Because of genetic mutations, mutants have very poor reproductive abilities and find it difficult to find a compatible mate to reproduce.
Black Jack enjoys collecting women, but he's not simply lustful; he just wants to procreate and pass on his wealth to his descendants.
Breaking limits is actually more difficult than pushing future generations.
Unless there is a fourth-order gene serum, Blackjack will have a hard time breaking through.
Or you could eat a genetically awakened individual and see if you could absorb their genes and become an awakened individual yourself.
Black Jack's white bandages instantly burst into black flames, and Yang Cheng's blade energy, when it struck them, was instantly consumed and burned away by the black flames!
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Name: Black Jack
Strength Assessment: Late Stage of Eight Gates
Identity: Leader of the Black Jack Mutant Organization
Specialization: 20% specialization in firearms, 30% specialization in melee combat.
Status: Black Flame (Third-order mutated gene, unable to replicate into a gene drug)
Blackjack's expertise in firearms and close combat is not very good; he obviously relies on his awakened black flame ability to fight.
Blackjack knew his black flames were powerful, so he barely used any techniques and charged directly at Yang Cheng.
The Royal Guard's saber struck the opponent, instantly leaving a deep gash on Black Jack's body, but no blood flowed out.
Blackjack's bandages were torn off, revealing an extremely terrifying body.
His skin was almost completely charred black, no longer a normal skin color, but charred black, like a layer of charred skin. No wonder he was called Black Jack.
Strangely, his internal organs were still functioning, but instead of blood, his blood vessels were filled with a black, viscous liquid that resembled oil.
Even though his body was torn apart by Yang Cheng, the black flames seemed to be alive, constantly pulling at his wounds to help them heal.
Moreover, the black flames were extremely strange and domineering, and they actually began to wrap around Yang Cheng's Imperial Guard sword.
A burst of qi erupted, sweeping along the blade and finally neutralizing the power of the black flames.
Blackjack let out a strange laugh: "The awakened genes of the third tier are indeed very strong, but under my black flames, even the strongest physical body is useless!"
Yang Cheng shook his head slightly, with a hint of disdain, and said, "The black flames you awakened are indeed very strong and strange, but unfortunately you are a weakling."
Such extreme and domineering power, yet you wield it so crudely; it's utterly pathetic and laughable.
These mutants are born with power, but unfortunately, their environment makes them only use their power to oppress others and bully others, instead of trying to use or cultivate their power.
Perhaps in the world of the Tower, most people don't even have the concept of cultivation.
As soon as Yang Cheng learned about the characteristics of the black flame, several methods of using and cultivating it instantly came to mind.
As a result, Blackjack, who had mastered black flames for half his life, could only use them to burn his opponents at close range.
He was even too lazy to master some firearms and close combat skills, resulting in his extremely low level of expertise in firearms and close combat.
Blackjack was instantly enraged, and his black flames surged forth, making him look like a human torch as he lunged at Yang Cheng.
The next moment, Yang Cheng's body was enveloped in a surge of qi, and he unleashed the power of the Heaven-Stealing Divine Technique to its fullest extent. Within a few dozen meters, the qi swirled like a hurricane.
Blackjack laughed wildly, "It's useless! Your power cannot withstand my black flames!"
No matter how powerful those protective energies are, they will all be burned away by Black Jack's black flames as soon as they get close.
But Yang Cheng wasn't trying to stir up Blackjack.
A powerful surge of energy swept through, overturning a chariot and hurtling towards Black Jack.
Just as Blackjack dodged, seven or eight tanks rained down on him from above!
Black Jack's men around him panicked for a moment, unsure whether they should fire.
Ordinary firearms are not powerful enough, and they are afraid of accidentally injuring Blackjack if they use weapons such as rocket launchers and laser cannons.
So all they could do was watch helplessly as Blackjack was crushed at the bottom by a pile of cars.
His black flames can corrode various forces, but they are much less effective against pure, extreme physical attacks.
With so many metal shells pressing down on Blackjack, black liquid was spitting out of his mouth, and the black flames around him could only be seen through the gaps.
"A bunch of idiots! Useless trash! Bastards!"
What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and deal with this guy, then drag me out!
Blackjack roared at his men in the distance.
The remaining dozen or so of Black Jack's men exchanged glances upon seeing this.
This guy in front of them is so terrifying that even their boss was almost killed. If they went up against him, they would die the same way.
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