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Chapter 503 Overload (4K)

"Sharp teeth and sharp mouths."

Rabbit Ranger snorted coldly, raised its rabbit leg, and repeatedly and gently kicked the glass container at a high frequency, causing the inner wall of the glass to resonate and produce a sharp noise.

Wanli Fengdao's face turned pale, but he still wouldn't let it go, "Thank you for the compliment, but I'm still no match for you. You're all talk and no action."

Rabbit Ranger was so angry he laughed. He increased the speed of his kicks and raised the frequency of the noise, causing Wanli Fengdao's eardrums to rupture and bleed.

"All right."

The griffin spoke up to stop the rabbit ranger, and the eagle's head made a human-like frowning expression. "The most urgent thing now is to wait for the centipede to emerge from the dark duel. Fungus King, is the arena ready?"

The "Mushroom King" likely refers to the mushroom-like figure, who raised his powerful right leg and stomped heavily on the ground. Multicolored mycelium spread outwards from the center of his foot, radiating outwards in all directions.

Wherever it goes, trees and shrubs are infected by mycelium, and mushrooms of different shapes and colors sprout up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

The mushroom king slowly nodded. The griffin breathed a sigh of relief, but just as it was about to say something, its expression suddenly changed, and it abruptly looked up at the dark and gloomy sky.

The griffin's eyes flashed with lightning, a gust of wind rose around it, and each of its feathers emitted a dark blue lightning serpent, which combined into a bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket, striking straight upwards into the void.

Gray Rain jerked the control stick with all his might, causing the fighter jet to drift sharply to the right. At the same time, he braced the right wing, narrowly avoiding the attack. Still shaken, he exclaimed, "Detecting a stealth target from twenty kilometers away, I'd eat a Crazy Thursday meal right here if I wasn't cheating!"

Before he could finish speaking, two more bolts of lightning struck.

This time there was no way to avoid it. The onboard AI of the Edge Chariot decisively took over the control, exited the fighter jet mode, and turned back into a motorcycle.

Lightning flashed through the space that should have been the wing. Gray Rain, holding a fragment of the floating engine, was able to ride in the front of the motorcycle, suspended in the air, while Tombstone Sister sat in the back.

Claudia, in her bat form, flapped her wings to stay suspended, while Reyes released cloud-patterned tattoos from his body, creating wind that lifted him into the air.

With no way to retreat, Bai Ma slapped the back seat of the motorcycle, jumped off the vehicle, pulled the stone coffin out of thin air with one hand, stepped on the coffin lid, and accelerated downwards.

Boom boom boom!
Bolts of lightning struck the bottom of the coffin, cracking only a few fragments of stone. The white-horse tombstone remained calm, taking out a dozen or so test tubes containing potions from its backpack. With a flick of its fingernail, it sliced ​​off the top of each tube and drank the potion in one gulp.

There's a saying on the forums that eleven out of ten melee fighters are on drugs.

This refers to the fact that melee combat addicts are generally addicted to drugs, and even pregnant women are no exception. Considering the existence of the Mother-Child River and the Mother-Drowning Spring, pregnant women, regardless of gender, have ten months of fitness experience right after their child is born, and can carry obstetricians and nurses on their shoulders to do squats.

Choose a melee combat style for one week: I want it to be all-natural, I won't use any protein powder, except for a little bit of protein powder;
Melee Combat in January: Creatine can't be considered technology;

Melee-focused three-month regimen: Mibolone, Korthrol, Trenbolone, Oxyproconone, Stanozolone, Tritolonone, Syslonone, Metenolone, Nandrolone decanoate, plus a small piece of sunflower liver-protecting tablet;
Half a year of melee combat: What are the prices of Protovirus, Blacklight Virus, and Compound V for our family members?

One year of melee combat: Gamma ray sunbathing appointment booked;
Three years of melee combat: Plasma Spark Tower? Let's touch it;
While this statement may be somewhat exaggerated, it does illustrate the rampant use of medication.

Some of the most extreme melee maniacs have used so many drugs that their brains become pointy, rendering them unable to think independently or in a complex way. They have no choice but to rely on highly intelligent teammates as their external brains.

If it's a solo mission without teammates, they'll bring a solar-powered laptop with an offline AI model deployed inside, allowing the AI ​​to make decisions on their behalf.

In contrast, the dosage of medicine used at the White Horse Tombstone was remarkably restrained, bordering on asceticism. The test tubes contained nothing more than Hekna's Decoction to temporarily increase wound healing speed, a High-Grade Full Moon Potion to increase maximum health, and a High-Grade Werewolf Decoction to increase stamina recovery speed.

Each dose also contains a small amount of horse racing stimulant.

The potion was poured into the stomach, where it was quickly absorbed and digested, and then entered the bloodstream.

The white horse tombstone's eyes glowed green, and it suddenly let out a grassy burp, its pores opening up and steam rising from them.

thump—

The stone coffin crashed into the ground of the primeval jungle with unstoppable force, instantly filling the air with dust and obscuring the view.

Unlike villains in literary works, players from other worlds don't just stand still and wait for the smoke and dust to dissipate.

The griffin decisively raised its forepaws, weaving a net of lightning to cover the dust. The rabbit ranger drew his bow with both hands, firing light arrows at the smoke and dust while simultaneously unleashing a barrage of fire upwards to intercept the swooping Gray Rain and his companions.

Fu!
A gap was torn open in the smoke and dust, and the white horse tombstone instantly crossed a thousand meters, its hands clasped around the sides of the stone coffin, it stomped the ground, twisted its waist, and smashed the coffin lid hard against the griffin.

Although the griffin is five meters long and has a wingspan exceeding four stories, its primary role is that of a spellcaster who manipulates the elements. At such close range, there was no time to react.

The sound of shattering glass was incessant, each crack signifying the destruction of a magical protective artifact hidden beneath the eagle's feathers.

The last magic stone has a built-in teleportation effect. Once it detects that the user is facing a threat of death, it will be passively triggered, teleporting the user to a distance of over a kilometer away from danger.

The magic stone did indeed work; the griffin was teleported backward a kilometer, its hind legs crushing an unfortunate rodent.

However, in the next 0.2 seconds, she was drawn back by an invisible force and teleported back to the white horse tombstone.

This skill is called "Heavenly Return Strike." Its effect is to intercept the teleportation of an enemy in front of you and then instantly teleport the enemy back. It's designed to target those mages who boast about having numerous ways to survive.

The griffin's eyes reflected the approaching stone coffin lid, a flicker of astonishment and fear flashing in its pupils.

Zheng! !

The clanging of metal was deafening. The mushroom queen arrived first, cutting between the griffin and the white horse tombstone. Two heavy cleavers, as thick as security doors, firmly held the stone coffin in place, scraping violently and sending sparks flying, preventing it from advancing an inch.

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The two sides were evenly matched. The mushroom king grew roots from its left foot, which dug deep into the ground to provide grip, while its right foot suddenly rose and kicked at the white horse tombstone's abdomen.

The tombstone lady reacted extremely quickly, twisting her wrists to shift the angle of the coffin, causing her kick to land on the coffin and slightly reduce the force. Even so, she was still kicked away along with the coffin.

His feet and the bottom of the coffin dragged a long, narrow trail on the ground, and his back snapped several tree trunks before he barely managed to stop.

Sudden——

With an agility completely at odds with its massive size, the King of Mushrooms charged straight at the White Horse Tombstone, wielding two cleavers that swept upwards to the left and slashed diagonally to the right.

The tombstone-wearing woman clung to the coffin, swaying and deflecting the blade's slashing motion. Her opponent, taking advantage of the situation, tilted his wrist, causing the blade to glide along the edge of the coffin, attempting to slice off a finger.

The tombstone lady decisively let go, kicked the front of the coffin, forcing her opponent to retreat several steps, while she leaped high into the air, rolled forward, and precisely grabbed the top edge of the coffin with both hands, slamming the coffin down.

The mushroom king retreated again, and a mouth-like slit split open on the stem below its two small eyes, from which came a muffled growl.

All the mushrooms clinging to the surface of the surrounding plants burst open at once, spreading spore dust that clung to the white horse tombstone's clothes, instantly accelerating its growth and even sprouting hyphae, attempting to erode the skin and flesh.

This tactic is insidious and highly effective. Melee-type superhumans have a much faster metabolism than their counterparts. Once the hyphae penetrate the blood vessels, the spores can infiltrate the heart and even the brain in less than two seconds. They multiply rapidly in the brain, growing out from the top of the skull like cordyceps.

Unfortunately, it faces the White Horse Tombstone, which has been waging guerrilla warfare against the armed forces of multinational corporations for years, hunting and counter-hunting various bounty hunters, and has a smattering of all kinds of preventative measures.

hum! !

The moment the coffin was driven into the ground, the white horse tombstone burst into blue flames, burning the mushroom spores to ashes.

His clothes turned to ashes, leaving only his sports bra and safety shorts, revealing a body covered in scars and with clearly defined muscles.

She gathered blue flames in her hands and wrapped several iron chains around her fists to serve as gauntlets.

'Again.'

Without needing any further words, the Mushroom King understood the meaning in the White Horse Tombstone's eyes. The two became afterimages and moved at high speed through the primeval jungle.

The griffin took out a monocle from its backpack, placed it above its beak, and barely managed to make out the two people's movements. It then raised its forepaws again, preparing to unleash a lightning strike to provide support.

"Your opponent is me!"

A crisp shout came from high in the sky. Claudia transformed back into human form with a bang, gripped the scythe with both hands, and slashed at the griffin from a distance, releasing a red crescent-shaped energy blade.

The griffin remained calm and unleashed lightning, cleanly shattering the crimson moon blade. However, this attack was merely a feint. As Claudia closed the distance, the griffin's feathers trembled, and tiny droplets of blood, invisible to the naked eye, sprayed from its pores.

As a member of the [Witch Alliance] guild, Claudia's power system is that of a relatively rare blood mage, who can control blood-related concepts to cast spells.

In addition, she is a female marquis of the vampire clan, and is also Cerberus from Cardcaptor Sakura—making her even more powerful.

Tiny drops of blood accumulate, causing blood loss in an instant. The griffin roars and teleports backward to increase the distance before chasing Claudia with lightning.

The two spellcasters unleashed their full power, unleashing a barrage of spells like a relentless storm.

Meanwhile, Reyes, who also fell, faced off against Rabbit Ranger.

He removed his shirt at an altitude of 1,000 meters above the ground, revealing a lean upper body covered in tattoos, and shouted: "Pattern Fruit - Hundred Beasts Illustration!"

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of ferocious beast tattoos lit up on his body, imbuing him with the strength of a lion, the speed of a cheetah, the eyesight of an eagle, and the defense of a tortoise.

With physical abilities approaching those of average melee-type superhumans of the same level, he twisted his body and dodged the series of light arrows shot into the sky by Rabbit Ranger.

Reyes is no ordinary player, as he was matched with the renowned Ant and White Horse Tombstone.

He was once just a small-time merchant in Ciudad Juárez, Mexico, but was forced into criminal activity to protect his family from gang debts. He joined a new generation of Jalisco criminal organizations as a low-level henchman.

Oppression and exploitation from superiors, assassination attempts by colleagues, police pursuit, and a lack of understanding and support from his family left him feeling suffocated.
Until he was unexpectedly selected as a player, he carefully searched for relevant information online, learned about the existence of the underworld, and decisively chose to hide himself, accumulate strength, and obtained the Tattoo Fruit in a scenario mission.

This is a Paramecia-type Devil Fruit that does not appear in the original work within the One Piece universe.

The core effect is "to transform power, memory, and concepts into tattoo designs, which can then be applied to others or oneself to exert their power."

For example, getting a tattoo of Guan Yu with open eyes can grant you martial arts skills at the level of a martial saint.
Tattooing a whale pattern on one's body can help one resist the pressure of deep sea water and gain immense strength;

Transferring your bandages, blood packs, and tattoos to someone else can provide temporary first aid;

Because the Jalisco crime syndicate has tight internal surveillance, Reyes dared not reveal that he was a player, and did not even dare to log into the slums. He could only piece together the truth by relying on snippets of conversation from his teammates in the scenario missions.

During this process, he gradually discovered that there were two other superhumans in the Jalisco Group who dared not reveal their identities. The three of them formed a tight-knit team, covering for each other, and slowly climbed up to the middle management of the group.
During a banquet, he devised a plan to poison and kill all the high-ranking members (including many superhumans), ultimately completing his takeover of the group, or as the saying goes, a snake swallowing an elephant.

The leader of the trio is none other than Blackbeard, one of the four current emperors of Mexico.

After completing the reorganization of the Jalisco Group, Reyes decisively registered a shell company in the tax haven of Panama and spent a large sum of money sponsoring the Hitotsubashi Publishing Group of Japan.

Hitotsubashi Publishing Group has a subsidiary, Shueisha, which publishes the magazine Weekly Shonen Jump, which features One Piece.

Since Hitotsubashi Publishing Group is not a publicly traded company, Reyes' money could not be converted into voting shares. However, by donating an office building and a Maybach, he still managed to obtain some privileges.

That is, have the magazine publish official merchandise, and then insert some personal information, such as recording content related to the "Striped Fruit".

Of course, it's not about making up a setting directly; it would be too far-fetched to declare that the [Marked Fruit] can awaken into the [Human-Human Fruit, Mythical Zoan, Feathered Serpent God Form].

Instead, it subtly provides clues, suggesting that Devil Fruits have the potential for further development.

In short, through the manipulation of upper-level narratives by capital operations, coupled with Reyes' own diligent study, he is now able to unleash domain-level abilities through complex and intricate tattoos.

Like now.

"The Pattern Fruit - Ink Concealment Technique!"

Reyes plunged his hands into the ground, and the numerous tattoos on his body instantly flowed into the earth, transforming into a two-dimensional shadowy behemoth that surrounded and pounced on Rabbit Ranger.

The Rabbit Ranger snorted coldly, his expression unchanged, and nimbly darted through the shadows of the trees. Each time he drew his bow and fired a beam of light, he shattered a shadow behemoth.
He scoffed dismissively, "That's it? Even superhumans have to follow the second law of thermodynamics. I'd like to see how many tattoos you have."

"You can try."

Reyes grinned. He had seen human corpses hanging under the Juarez Bridge since he was a child and knew that this was a cannibalistic world, which made him even more ruthless to himself.

When I was only level 7, I secretly went to the slums and went to an underground clinic to have my body modified. I got tattoos on the inside of my skin, my large intestine, my small intestine, and the inner and outer layers of my stomach.
Humans and non-human superhumans were locked in a fierce battle when Gray Rain rode his motorcycle down to the ground and stood in front of the glass container. He called out to Wanli Fengdao, the only one available, "Uncle, have you ever seen a handsome young man named Pifu? He looks something like this."

Gray Rain raised his palms, and the liquid metal in his palms transformed into Li Sheng's appearance.

"Never seen it before! That octopus probably has a skill that allows it to live as long as heaven and earth, and temporarily banished itself and the ant you mentioned to the subspace."

Wanli Fengdao, sporting a goatee, spoke rapidly: "Also, don't call me 'uncle,' I'm a 90s kid."

what?
Gray Rain looked bewildered, and both humans and non-humans present took the time to cast surprised glances at him.

You can't believe how old you are, buddy. Or have you been frequenting those awful foot massage parlors too much?
".never mind."

Wanli Fengdao was clearly used to this attitude. He rolled his eyes and quickly said, "This glass container was made by a top player from another world. It's difficult for external forces to break. Be careful, I'll explain the opponent's information."

(End of this chapter)