Super Gene Ⅱ: Evolution

"You don't need to worry about that. As long as you become my test subject, I naturally have ways to ensure you have enough God-making Eggs to use," said Changhen Dongli in a cold voice.

"So you're implying that there are many more God-making Eggs within the crashed spaceship, right?" Lin Shen squinted as he spoke.

"That's correct. So, as long as you stick with me, you'll naturally be able to keep using the God-making Eggs to ascend," Changhen Dongli stated.

"If I kill you, all the God-making Eggs inside the spaceship would be mine. That's also true, isn't it?" Lin Shen said with a smile.

"Haha, that's true as well. The problem is that you don't have the ability to kill me, whereas I can easily slay you," Changhen Dongli laughed, then his gaze suddenly turned icy, and he leaped up again, charging at Lin Shen, who was hanging in the stone dome, like a streak of light.

Lin Shen's words just now had somewhat enraged him.

Almost in the instant Changhen Dongli surged forward, Lin Shen opened fire once more, and he darted in another direction.

But this time, Changhen Dongli somehow predicted his movement. His hands erupted with terrifying power, propelling his form towards Lin Shen.

While flying towards Lin Shen, he drew the strange fang hanging from his person and waved it at Lin Shen over and over.

Invisible bursts of strange power, like the fangs of a spectral beast, tore at Lin Shen from different directions, leaving him with no room to dodge.

Changhen Dongli had now become murderous and no longer intended to leave any survivors.

Lin Shen tried his best to adjust his position while unleashing the Surfing Quadra-Punch. Even with the double enhancement of his Super Base Form and Super Base Change, the full-force Surfing Quadra-Punch was still shredded by that strange tearing power.

Lin Shen failed to dodge the continuing onslaught of the tearing force and felt a severe pain in his chest as the carapace there shattered, revealing the Celestial No.7 Battle Suit underneath.

The Battle Suit twisted but didn't tear, and Lin Shen's body was sent flying backward, striking a large mountain below like a shooting star.

Boom!

The mountain's side collapsed where he struck, and when Lin Shen crawled out from the broken rocks, Changhen Dongli was already standing outside the ruins, mockingly saying to the bedraggled Lin Shen, "Didn't you want to kill me? Go ahead, make your move."

No sooner had he spoken than, without giving Lin Shen a chance to respond, he charged at him again, his strange fang once again swinging toward Lin Shen.

Lin Shen retreated in panic, instinctively throwing anything he could grasp at Changhen Dongli—the Scrap Sword and Pet Gun at his waist and the backpack on his back—all hurled toward Changhen Dongli.

The Scrap Sword and Pet Gun, when they encountered the strange fang's tearing power, were not shredded but instead knocked flying. The backpack was torn open, scattering its contents everywhere.

Most of the items were instantly torn apart by the fang's tearing force, but among them, a flash of white light burst forth and then vanished.

Changhen Dongli instinctively stepped back, for that flash of white was so fast he didn't even see how it disappeared.

During the retreat, Changhen Dongli suddenly felt heavy and fell stiffly to the ground.

Above Changhen Dongli's head appeared the snowball-like figure of Fei Zai (Fatty).

Lin Shen stopped pretending and rushed toward Changhen Dongli, who was pinned down by Fatty, aiming a Finger Sand strike at his waist.

What he thought was an almost certain strike was dodged by Changhen Dongli with a twist of his waist.

Lin Shen was astonished; Changhen Dongli, even while suppressed by Fatty, could still move.

However, Changhen Dongli's movement was clearly very labored, and he barely managed to avoid Lin Shen's Finger Sand.

"What the hell is this!" Changhen Dongli's compound eyes spotted Fatty standing atop his head, his expression one of shock as he reached out to grab Fatty off his head.

Lin Shen wouldn't give him that chance, simultaneously launching punches and finger strikes, furiously attacking Changhen Dongli.

Fortunately, under Fatty's suppression, Changhen Dongli's speed slowed considerably, no longer faster than Lin Shen.

If he tried to grab Fatty from his head, he wouldn't be able to defend against all of Lin Shen's attacks in time.

Changhen Dongli instinctively lowered his hand and swung his bizarre fang, hoping to shred Lin Shen's attacks first.

But when the two forces collided, Lin Shen found his own strength had diminished significantly, not much stronger than his own.

If it weren't for the tearing effect of the attacks made by the fang, it was likely that the two would have been equally matched.

Lin Shen was overjoyed, launching a frenzy of attacks at Changhen Dongli.

Changhen Dongli, however, was utterly dismayed; not only was his body suppressed, but his strength was also diminished to such a weak level, something unimaginable.

"Damn it, you think that thing will kill me?" Changhen Dongli continually fended off Lin Shen's offenses, without any attempt to remove Fatty from atop his head.

His expression turned grim, and he stopped trying to remove the Fatty from his head, aiming to take out Lin Shen first.

Even if their strength and speed were similar, he was confident he could kill Lin Shen.

His skills and various abilities were certainly not something these uncivilized primitives could compare to.

But when Changhen Dongli truly started fighting Lin Shen as an equal, he immediately found Lin Shen's techniques far exceeded his expectations, even making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Lin Shen used one hand for boxing, and the other for finger skills, the boxing fierce and unsurpassed, the finger skills sinister to an extreme.

The wave-like boxing Lin Shen unleashed was manageable for Changhen Dongli, but the silent, deadly finger strikes made him dodge in peril every time.

Those finger strikes were not only hard to detect, but Lin Shen always released them at the most uncomfortable rhythm for Changhen Dongli, and if it weren't for his superhuman physique and unique techniques, he would have been hit by those finger strikes several times.

Changhen Dongli wasn't certain whether his body, under Fatty's suppression, had also become fragile; thus, he dared not forcefully withstand Lin Shen's attacks.

With his hands and fingers misaligned, Lin Shen forced Changhen Dongli to retreat step by step, finding himself at a disadvantage.

Wei Wufu, holding the Evil Ghost Blade, charged up, his White Robe billowing.

Lin Shen was instantly thrilled; Wei Wufu's timing was perfect. With his White Robe ability further weakening Changhen Dongli, Changhen Dongli would find it difficult to dodge his Finger Sand, no matter how powerful he may be.

Indeed, as Wei Wufu drew closer, Changhen Dongli's speed and strength were again diminished; his strange fang tore through the Surfing Fist but failed to block the unexpected Finger Sand.

The needle-like finger force pierced straight into Changhen Dongli's waist. Although it did not penetrate, it caused Changhen Dongli's body to stiffen on the spot.

The spot targeted by the finger force was precisely an acupoint on Changhen Dongli's body.

"Kill him!" Lin Shen roared ferociously, his fingers jabbing towards Changhen Dongli's eyes.

Wei Wufu also held the Evil Ghost Blade in both hands, chopping towards Changhen Dongli's neck from behind.

The stiffened Changhen Dongli, eyes shining mirror-like, within his honeycomb structured compound eyes, it seemed as if small hexagonal mirrors reflected the figures of Lin Shen and Wei Wufu.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om