Ashen God
Chapter 102 Biological Weapon

Chapter 102: Chapter 102 Biological Weapon

Having tested the Tyrant’s damage, Zhang Yanhang immediately started running backward. It wasn’t for any particular reason other than the fact that his direct confrontation with the Tyrant’s charge had significantly reduced his Shield Value. Now he needed a second to slightly recover his Shield Value, um, mainly for safety’s sake.

But the Prototype Tyrant, as Umbrella company’s Biological Weapon—even a failed one—was not about to watch Zhang Yanhang Escape without attempting to stop him. Despite its extremely low intelligence level, it at least knew how to kill an enemy.

Zhang Yanhang had only just turned to flee a few meters when the Prototype Tyrant already lifted a car from the roadside and threw it in Zhang Yanhang’s direction.

"Are you this fierce, huh? Throwing a car directly?" Even though he was running away with his back turned, Zhang Yanhang had already scanned the Prototype Tyrant’s attack through his Perception.

A silver Santana, weighing at least a ton, was whistling through the air towards Zhang Yanhang. He summoned a burst of Spiritual Qi Blessing to his arms and legs—but not for Escape.

With a grating sound of twisting metal, Zhang Yanhang, who had been on the run, turned back to face the Tyrant and caught the silver Santana with both hands.

The Energy Shield around Zhang Yanhang rippled non-stop, producing numerous waves and wrinkles, but it still managed to withstand the Impact from the silver Santana. To get a better grip on the silver Santana, the car’s undercarriage twisted and deformed under Zhang Yanhang’s Strength. "No way? No way? You don’t really think I’m afraid of you, do you?"

"Up!" Zhang Yanhang increased his Spiritual Qi output through his arms, his muscles bulging. While his waist and legs exerted force simultaneously, the asphalt road beneath him caved in, and with a loud shout, he threw the silver Santana, weighing over a ton, back in the direction it came from.

The heavy Santana, enveloped in a turbulent airstream, flew back towards the Prototype Tyrant. The Prototype Tyrant plunged its right claw into the car’s hood with force, while the equally powerful, albeit misshapen and lean, left arm immediately thrust towards the undercarriage, barely managing to catch the Santana.

Even though the Prototype Tyrant had caught the Santana, it was still pushed back by the powerful Impact, sliding a distance backward as its unprotected palms were shredded by the rough asphalt, leaving behind two long trails of blood.

Moreover, to catch the Santana, the already unhealthy heart in its chest was subjected to extreme pressure again. The few remaining sturdy blood vessels burst open one after another, no longer supplying blood to the heart.

With even less blood reaching its heart, the Prototype Tyrant’s body began to tremble, seemingly at its limit. Yet, in the next instant, it threw the silver Santana back at Zhang Yanhang once more.

Zhang Yanhang didn’t dodge; he simply increased his Spiritual Qi output again to catch the Santana and threw it back at the Prototype Tyrant. "Boy, you’re playing catch with me here?"

Boom!

Initially, the Prototype Tyrant wanted to repeat its action and catch the Santana again, but the loss of blood to the heart resulted in diminished Strength. Struggling to catch it before, this time it was immediately pinned beneath the car.

After landing, the silver Santana containing a powerful impact stirred up a large cloud of dust, and correspondingly, a large spray of blood spurted from beneath the car.

The Prototype Tyrant, who failed to catch the silver Santana, had its exposed spine shatter inch by inch after ramming hard into the asphalt. At the same time, its heart was pierced and pinned to the ground by a sharp piece of twisted metal from the car’s undercarriage.

"Is that all? Doesn’t seem very strong, or rather, not smart enough."

Zhang Yanhang felt that if the Prototype Tyrant had human levels of intelligence, then it would have been significantly more difficult to deal with because a normal person certainly wouldn’t just catch a car thrown at them — they could dodge the car and then look for an opportunity to attack the enemy’s vulnerabilities.

Well, maybe in that regard, Zhang Yanhang indeed wasn’t a normal person, because that’s exactly how he caught the car thrown at him by the enemy.

"I was thinking of enabling the Spiritual Qi Blessing only in dire situations, but who could have imagined that the Prototype Tyrant’s long-range attack would be throwing cars. Thankfully it wasn’t a steamroller; even the lightest of normal steamrollers weigh several tonnes, and even with the Spiritual Qi Blessing, I couldn’t possibly catch it."

With his current Strength, Zhang Yanhang could at best throw one of those light one or two-tonne mini steamrollers, while normal steamrollers usually weigh over five tonnes.

"Speaking of which, I wonder if a stronger Tracker would throw a steamroller? Not only do I lack the necessary decoy to deal with a steamroller, but I’m also only First Tier, so I definitely wouldn’t be able to withstand it under those circumstances."

While pondering these odd thoughts, Zhang Yanhang walked over to the Prototype Tyrant pinned beneath the silver Santana. Even though its heart had been pierced and its spine was smashed, the Tyrant was still clinging to life under the car thanks to the formidable life force it had inherited from being a zombie.

Thus, when Zhang Yanhang didn’t hear the corresponding kill notification, he immediately chose to deliver the coup de grâce. He pulled out the unused Chopper +2 from his waist bag and stabbed viciously into the Prototype Tyrant’s skull. Yes, when Zhang Yanhang talked about the finishing blow, it was indeed a literal slash.

Although the attack power of this Chopper +2 was truly trash, under the miracle of Great Strength exerted by Zhang Yanhang, the blade went smoothly in, and after stirring it around, the Prototype Tyrant’s death was ensured – even the zombie’s life force couldn’t keep the creature alive with its brain stirred into mush.

[Successfully killed a Second-tier One-star Monster ’T-001 Prototype Tyrant (Ordinary)’ ×1, Soul points +30.]

"30 Soul points? That’s so much? The T-001 Prototype Tyrant is truly worthy of being a Second-tier monster. With this, won’t I be able to get 300 Soul points from the Drop treasure box of the T-001 Prototype Tyrant?"

As Zhang Yanhang was speaking, he suddenly remembered that the First Tier Three Stars wandering Goblin Merchant was also an option for 300 Soul points. Doesn’t that mean the Goblin Merchant is actually on the same level as a Second Order One Star Prototype Tyrant?