Picking a Fight

The monkey trainer glanced at the carriage, nodded briefly, and the doors slid open. A group of burly men surged out, their bodies heavily modified with cybernetics, dark red repair scars marking the junctions between flesh and metal. Each man held a machete in hand.

The leader's arms were entirely mechanical, with thick metal limbs embedded with hydraulic tubes, each step he took producing a heavy thud. His face was covered by armor-like implants, revealing only a red optical lens that scanned the area. His voice was hoarse as he asked, "This the guy?"

The monkey trainer shook his wooden staff, forcing a fawning smile onto his face. "Boss, with my eyes? No mistake. One look, and I could tell this one's premium quality. At least... this much." He raised two fingers, gesturing an "eight" with his hands.

The leading sturdy man glanced at the number he showed, then turned his eyes back to Wang Yanfei and said, "You did a good job, monkey trainer."

"Boss, you are too kind." The monkey trainer licked his lips hurriedly, and the flattering smile on his face deepened a little. There was a bit of urgency in his tone, "Then the share will be..."

The sturdy man didn't even raise his eyelids: "Grandpa is in a good mood, I'll give you half a percent."

The monkey trainer's face froze for a moment, but before he could say anything, the monkey suddenly screamed, rushed into the crowd and disappeared without a trace. The crowd of onlookers exploded instantly, scrambling to push and shove to escape, no one wanted to be involved in this conflict. After a while, the originally noisy streets became empty, with only some scattered waste and debris on the ground.

The sturdy man raised the machete in his hand. There were several deep notches on the rusty blade. He pointed the tip of the knife at Wang Yanfei: "Leave what you have and go. Or die."

Wang Yanfei said nothing as the liquid metal on his arm began to flow, shaping itself into a long blade. The fabric on his back ripped apart as two black, mist-like tendrils extended outward.

A sturdy man roared, and threw the machete in his hand straight at Wang Yanfei, with a sharp sound of breaking wind. He moved his feet, and the tentacles behind him suddenly popped out, grabbing an abandoned iron frame on the street. The whole person moved sideways for several meters and easily avoided the attack.

The next moment, a modifier whose arm was transformed into a chainsaw rushed up. The chainsaw rotated at high speed and made a harsh whistle, sweeping directly to Wang Yanfei's waist. He did not hesitate, raised the long blade and blocked the sharp blade of the saw. In the harsh sound of metal collision, sparks flew, and the long blade actually gradually suppressed the chainsaw.

The chainsaw man roared and continued to exert force, but his prosthesis made an unbearable clicking sound. At the moment of stalemate, the surrounding strong men rushed up one after another, swinging the machetes and hammers in their hands at Wang Yanfei one after another. The tentacles behind Wang Yanfei swung violently, trying to sweep away the people who surrounded him. However, one strong man was quick-witted and knelt on one knee to hug the end of the tentacle, while another man rushed from the side and held down another tentacle. The two tentacles were restricted and could not exert force.

Seeing this, Wang Yanfei controlled the tentacles to dissipate quickly, turning into black mist and slipping out of the strong man's hands. The next moment, the black mist behind him condensed again, and two new tentacles suddenly popped out, supporting the ground and lifting his entire body high.

The strong men pounced in vain, and just as they were about to adjust their offensive, Wang Yanfei had moved quickly, and the tentacles continuously grabbed the ruins and iron frames on the street, pulling his figure into a residual image. At the same time, the liquid metal flowed and changed, instantly turning into a sharp spike.

"Snap!" The spike pierced through the prosthetic arm of a sturdy man, making a dull cracking sound. He retreated with a muffled groan, and the other sturdy man who tried to sneak attack from behind had no time to swing his knife, and the spike had already pierced his knee joint from a weird angle, piercing his knee.

Wang Yanfei did not stop, and his tentacles shuttled between the ruins of the street like spider legs, pulling his body to move quickly, and the long spikes made of liquid metal kept poking at the enemy's vitals. As soon as a sturdy man raised his knife, the long spike pierced his shoulder, and the hydraulic pipe of the prosthetic body burst instantly, spewing out a steam-like white mist. Another person tried to encircle from the side, but was entangled by the tentacles around his ankle, and the whole person was thrown out and hit on the pile of ruins beside him.

The tentacles continued to dance, grabbing the discarded iron plates and broken parts on the ground, and threw them at the enemy. The iron plate hit a strong man's chest, knocking him back repeatedly, and Wang Yanfei took the opportunity to distance himself and jumped up again. The liquid metal spikes pierced out instantly, rubbing against the prosthetic joints of a strong man, and blood and sparks splashed everywhere.

The field was in chaos, and several strong men were injured. They were panting and their movements gradually slowed down. Wang Yanfei suddenly jumped into the air, and his tentacles grabbed the support points at a high place. The long spikes pierced the head of a strong man like a venomous snake.

However, at this moment, a huge mechanical arm stretched out at a speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye, and forcibly grabbed Wang Yanfei's long spikes. The long spikes trembled violently and tried to break free, but the force was like an iron clamp, and it held it firmly in its palm.

"Enough." The strong man's boss's voice was hoarse, and the red light lens looked directly at Wang Yanfei. He exerted force suddenly, pulled down the long spikes along with Wang Yanfei's body, and threw them to the ground with force.

"Bang!" Wang Yanfei hit the ground hard, and the tentacles quickly popped out to stabilize his body, but the boss's mechanical arm followed him and swung down again.

At the critical moment, the liquid metal flowed rapidly and turned into an arc-shaped shield in front of Wang Yanfei, blocking the fatal blow. The huge impact force hit the shield. Although the shield did not break, it made his whole body numb.

The boss stopped attacking, rubbed his wrist, and the metal arm made a creaking sound. Staring at Wang Yanfei who had slowly stood up from the ground. There was a slight flash of red in his eyes, and then he whispered: "Quick battle and quick decision."

As soon as the voice fell, two dark grooves slid out of his mechanical arm, and two rapid-fire gun barrels quickly stretched out from the back of his hand, aiming at Wang Yanfei. Then, a series of high-speed bullets were fired at a speed that was almost impossible to catch.

Wang Yanfei almost instinctively raised the shield made of liquid metal to block in front of him. The bullets hit the shield intensively, and the metal surface cracked rapidly. The broken metal liquid splashed everywhere. In just a few seconds, the shield was torn apart.

With a hiss of pain, Wang Yanfei narrowly avoided the deadly rounds, his tendrils slamming into the ground to propel him sideways. The evasion barely saved him as the bullets grazed past.

Yet, as the second wave of gunfire closed in, his tendrils strained, their speed no match for the bullets.