Awakening the Phoenix Flow System after the breakup, I'm so happy!

Chapter 167 Crushing a Rifle with One Hand: What's the Use of Using Healing?

Just moments before the flames appeared.

Chen Yang stomped his foot on the ground and shot out like an arrow, pushing his Dragon Step to its limit.

The incendiary bombs grazed past his afterimage and smashed directly into the abandoned wooden crates behind him.

The fire instantly burst into flames, illuminating the previously dim hall as bright as day.

Chen Yang's figure left a series of afterimages in the hall, making it impossible to tell which one was his real body.

He didn't even bother to fully utilize his internal energy, relying instead on his speed and precise grasp of acupoints to weave through the remaining Black Feather team members.

With his left hand, he delivered a karate chop to one person's neck, while with his right hand, he pressed a finger on another person's pressure point.

The crisp sounds of bones cracking and people falling to the ground echoed throughout the hall.

These rigorously trained and ruthless Black Feather elites were like toddlers just learning to walk in front of Chen Yang.

They couldn't even touch the hem of Chen Yang's clothes before being ruthlessly taken down one by one.

In less than a minute.

The original full squad of twelve people is now reduced to just Captain Jack standing alone in the same spot.

He held a gun in his hand, his face was full of disbelief, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

Chen Yang strolled up to him slowly, his hands casually in his pockets, and looked at him with a smile.

"You're the only one left, Captain Jack, right?"

"Your Black Feather team's professionalism has declined drastically. Sending you bunch of scoundrels to your deaths, is your boss unwilling to spend money to hire better assassins?"

Jack roared, raised his gun, and emptied the magazine, aiming it directly at Chen Yang's chest.

bang bang bang-

Bullets rained down, their flashes of fire instantly covering Chen Yang's position.

Chen Yang didn't even blink.

He merely turned slightly to the side, shifted his feet half a step, and swayed his body twice in an extremely contorted yet rhythmic manner amidst the hail of bullets, as if strolling leisurely.

All the bullets missed their mark, hitting the concrete wall behind them and sending up a series of sparks.

"I'm embarrassed for your marksmanship. Even the shopkeepers on the street would complain that you're wasting bullets if you went to shoot balloons."

Chen Yang chuckled and reached out to grasp the already hot gun barrel.

He pressed down hard with one hand.

He bent the steel barrel into a pretzel shape with one hand.

Jack, still gripping the gun butt tightly with both hands, was pulled forward by the immense force and fell face-first into the dirt.

Chen Yang stepped on his back, pressing down on him so hard he couldn't breathe.

"Speak up, you've been digging here for ages, what useful clues have you found? Tell me obediently, I'm a good-natured person, I might spare your life."

Shen Man and Zhao Gang, who were in the dark room, also came out at this moment.

Seeing the Black Feather elites lying haphazardly on the ground, Zhao Gang was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped to the floor.

"Commander Shen, just who is this outsourced consultant of yours? This is too outrageous."

Although Shen Man was also shocked, she felt an inexplicable sense of pride.

She limped over to Chen Yang, looked at Jack who was being trampled underfoot, and her eyes regained the cold and aloof demeanor of a Special Investigations Bureau chief.

"Stop talking nonsense, just take him back. I don't believe we can't get him to talk."

Chen Yang turned to look at her, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Your leg doesn't hurt anymore, right? You're walking pretty fast."

"This foreigner is really stubborn. Judging from his eyes, he has no intention of going back with us for tea."

Jack, who was being trampled on the ground, suddenly let out a piercing, maniacal laugh.

He cursed in broken Chinese, haltingly.

"You bunch of idiots, do you think you've won just because you beat these few pieces of trash?"

"Today you will all die in this basement and become the organization's greatest test subjects."

Despite the risk of having several ribs broken by his foot, Jack yanked hard on his tactical belt with both hands.

He pulled out a metal syringe filled with a dark green liquid.

They didn't give anyone a chance to react at all.

He turned around and plunged the thick needle directly into the carotid artery in his neck.

He pushed the vial of glowing green potion all the way down with his thumb, instantly injecting it into his body.

Seeing his action, Chen Yang not only didn't stop him, but instead took two steps back with interest.

"Is this the gene serum you were talking about?"

"Why are you making it look like you're injecting chicken blood when you're just spraying pesticides?"

Shen Man's expression changed drastically, and she immediately pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Jack's head.

"Are you kidding me? Is this the time to watch the show? Kill him! We can't let him mutate!"

Jack lay on the ground, his bones cracking and popping in a sickeningly loud way.

His skin turned a lifeless, bluish-gray at a visible speed.

His muscles bulged out like they were inflated, bursting out of his special forces uniform.

"Too late, you idiots, come and taste the flavors of hell."

Jack raised his completely distorted face, his voice becoming like two pieces of iron cutting against each other, filled with violent killing intent.

Chen Yang stood in front of Shen Man, glanced back at her, and smiled even more brightly.

"What are you still standing here for? Step back, or I won't care if that monster's brains splatter all over you."

"Should I break his arm first, or just twist his head off and use it as a football?"

Shen Man's hand holding the gun was trembling as she looked at Jack, who stood up like a small mountain.

"Stop being so sarcastic! This guy's strength has increased at least tenfold after taking those drugs!"

Chen Yang turned his head and looked at Jack, who was half a head taller than him and had bloodshot eyes, and casually moved his wrist.

"No matter how many times it's multiplied, as far as I'm concerned, one punch from me and even his parents probably wouldn't recognize him."

"Hey big guy, is the drug's worked yet? Are you ready to get a beating?"

Jack let out a beastly roar and slammed his fist down on Chen Yang's head with a fierce gust of wind.

Chen Yang grinned and stood still, making no intention of dodging.

"Good timing. I'll use you to test just how powerful my Pure Yang Internal Energy really is. And by the way, I'll teach you that medicine is absolutely useless against a true martial artist."

The force of their punches exploding in the hall suddenly exploded.

Shen Man screamed and pulled the trigger of the gun in her hand.

"Chen Yang, are you crazy? Get out of the way!"

Chen Yang's voice, however, rang out steadily through the smoke and dust.

"What's the rush? I haven't finished speaking yet."

"Close your eyes."

"Girls are prone to having nightmares after watching such bloody scenes."

In the hall, the sound of bones shattering rang out clearly at that moment!

Accompanying this was Jack's inhuman, agonizing screams.

Chen Yang slowly withdrew his fist, looked at Jack kneeling on the ground clutching his severed arm and wailing, and sighed slightly.

"They can't hold on anymore?"

"I didn't even use a fraction of my strength, and the quality of your spraying is just so-so."

Shen Man put down the gun in her hand, looked at Chen Yang's calm and collected back, and her lips parted slightly.

"What on earth did this guy eat to grow up like that?"

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