The crimson medicine seeped into his veins through the wound on his palm, and Han Feng felt a surge of magma-like heat rush from his arm to his heart. In an instant, every cell in his body seemed to be awakened simultaneously, every pore bursting forth with new life force. The three bloody holes pierced through his back by bone spurs visibly began to heal.
"This feeling... is simply amazing." Han Feng looked down at his hands, which had become smooth again, and his knuckles cracked like popping beans when he moved them. He could hear Liu Mengran's rapid heartbeat thirty meters away, see the pupils dilated with shock under the knight's helmet, and even smell the rusty scent of every speck of dust in the air.
The knight unconsciously took a half step back. The human before him had completely changed his demeanor. If the previous Han Feng was a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, now he was like a volcano about to erupt, making it difficult to breathe just by him standing there.
"Weakness analysis, initiate!"
A golden light flashed in Han Feng's eyes, and the knight's body instantly transformed into a semi-transparent blue model in his vision. The mist that had previously concealed his weakness had dissipated, and a fist-sized orange-red dot of light clearly appeared in the center of the knight's...buttocks?
"Pfft..." Han Feng almost burst out laughing, quickly covering it up with a cough. No wonder the knight was invulnerable; his only weakness was in such an embarrassing spot.
The knight, unnerved by Han Feng's strange reaction, decided to strike first. He tensed his leg muscles, causing the ground to crack from the recoil, and charged towards Han Feng like a cannonball, his right fist aimed straight for Han Feng's throat—a blow capable of piercing a tank's armor.
"You're too slow." Han Feng sighed and casually raised his left hand.
\"Bang!\"
The instant fist and palm collided, a visible shockwave spread outwards, overturning all the rubble within a twenty-meter radius. The knight stared in disbelief at his fist being so easily blocked; before he could react, Han Feng's right fist slammed into his abdomen.
"Ugh..." The knight's eyes bulged, and stomach acid mixed with blood gushed from the corner of his mouth. The force of the punch sent his feet off the ground, and his 200-pound body flew backward like a rag doll, carving a trench more than ten meters long in the concrete ground.
"You were having a good time, weren't you?" Han Feng flicked his wrist and slowly walked towards the knight who was struggling to get up. "You broke three of my ribs, didn't you?"
The knight had just propped himself up when, in a flash, Han Feng appeared before him like a ghost.
"I'll teach you to break my knife!" A powerful side kick slammed into his side, accompanied by a clear cracking sound, and the knight flew backward.
"I'll show you how to kidnap my Mengran!" Before the knight could land, Han Feng delivered an uppercut from below, sending the knight flying into the air once more.
"I'll teach you to get my clothes dirty!" Han Feng flipped over and kicked the knight against the wall.
He was slammed into the construction site wall with a "thud," and bricks and stones rained down on him. He was stuck in the wall like the Chinese character "大" (da), truly proving the saying: "Once you're kicked into the wall, you can't be pried out!"
"You're using me as a punching bag, aren't you?" Han Feng walked to the wall, grabbed the knight's helmet with one hand, and pulled him out of the wall like a radish. The knight's breastplate was dented and deformed, and blood bubbles kept coming out of the corners of his mouth.
Liu Mengran covered her mouth and hid behind the container, her eyes wide open. The man who had been beaten to the point of vomiting blood just ten minutes ago was now carrying that terrifying cyborg like a chicken? What made her heart race even faster was Han Feng's current state: his well-defined muscles were visible through the tears in his combat suit, his body was shrouded in a faint aura of blood, and his eyes shone with a wild light.
"Have you had enough fun?" Han Feng lifted the knight to eye level. "It's time to send you on your way."
The knight suddenly let out a hoarse laugh: "You...can't kill me...my skin can't even withstand armor-piercing bullets..."
"Oh?" Han Feng raised an eyebrow, casually snapping off a thick, exposed steel bar next to him; the cut was as sharp as a spear. "I heard your back is a bit vulnerable?"
The knight's expression froze instantly.
Han Feng slammed the knight to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw, his right foot landing on the knight's back. The knight struggled frantically, only to be horrified to discover that his opponent's strength was absurdly great, and his prized muscles were completely useless.
"Han Feng, what... what are you going to do?" Liu Mengran peeked out from behind the cover, her voice trembling.
"Let's do a little science experiment," Han Feng said without turning his head, aiming the steel bar at the orange-red dot. "Let's verify if his weakness analysis is accurate."
"Wait! No—" The knight's scream came to an abrupt halt.
"Pfft."
The steel bar struck its target with pinpoint accuracy, the sound of it piercing flesh exceptionally clear. Surprisingly, skin that even the nano-vibranium blade couldn't penetrate before was now easily pierced by the ordinary steel bar, like tofu. The knight's body convulsed violently like a fish out of water, black blood gushing from both the wound and his mouth.
"It seems the analysis was correct." Han Feng released his grip and took two steps back to observe the effect. The exposed part of the steel bar was still trembling slightly, creating a rather philosophical scene.
Liu Mengran was stunned. She went from covering her mouth to covering her eyes, but her fingers were clearly wide open.
The knight's convulsions gradually subsided, the metallic sheen on his skin rapidly faded, and his berserk state was forcibly dispelled. He turned his head with difficulty, his eyes filled with humiliation and resentment: "You...you...despicable..."
"Die, Chrysanthemum Knight." Han Feng coldly added the final kick, driving the steel bar a few inches deeper.
The knight froze, the light in his eyes completely extinguished. This gene-engineered warrior, who had just instilled fear in Han Feng and his teammates, ended his life in the most undignified way.
As the knight's life force gradually dissipated, Han Feng's aura also began to fade. He turned and walked towards Liu Mengran, but stumbled as he took his first step. At this moment, Han Feng had already sobered up from the state of high adrenaline secretion.
"Han Feng!" Liu Mengran rushed over to support him, and seeing his pale face and reopened wounds, she asked, "What happened to you? Weren't you just now..."
"I'm a bit exhausted." Han Feng smiled weakly, "Being cool only lasts three minutes..."
Before he could finish speaking, the knight in the distance stood up in a strange posture. He slowly turned his head, revealing a sinister smile: "Han Feng, since I can't kill you, let's die together. Self-destruct!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the knight's body began to expand at an extremely fast speed.
Han Feng thought to himself: This is bad!
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