Eighty-Nine: Eight Limbs Born of His Ribs, Instant Kill! Sixteenth Update, Please Subscribe

Leaping down from a tree, Du Ruo moved swiftly through the forest, tracking the trail left by Renni and his men.

He could naturally see that the people on the mountain had only been trying to hold Renni in place so he could call for reinforcements. After all, Renni’s vehicle was bulletproof, and a direct assault on the road would never have been resolved so quickly.

This place was very close to the base, only a few minutes away by car. Once they were pulled out, the villa would be left empty, and with two fully armed squads, taking it would be no problem at all.

By then, they could simply turn their guns around and deal with Renni, and things would be much easier.

"It has to be resolved before Renni links up with the reinforcements, or there won’t be another chance."

With that thought, Du Ruo no longer ran in a purely straightforward way. He adjusted his posture and drove forward with the power of a tiger’s hips and waist, instantly increasing his speed.

Little by little, Du Ruo closed the distance to Renni’s group to thirty or forty meters, and still it shrank. The only difference was that Du Ruo remained concealed among the trees while Renni’s entire group stayed on the road. There were still eleven of them, and only Renni carried no gun; the other ten each had a rifle in hand, all of them running forward while guarding against their surroundings.

By now, Du Ruo could already see a broad sweep of lights one or two hundred meters away running toward them. It looked as though the road had been damaged and vehicles could no longer pass, so they could only come running as reinforcements.

"Now!"

Du Ruo could clearly tell that Renni and the others had also noticed the distant lights, and several of them were looking that way.

He swiftly stripped off his clothes, picked up a stone from the ground, wrapped it in the fabric, and hurled it hard toward the group.

"Watch out! Ratatatatat!"

The cloth-wrapped stone hit the ground with a sharp sound. These men were already under great tension, and the surroundings were dim. The moment something flashed past, someone almost reflexively raised a rifle and opened fire in a sweeping burst.

Once one man fired, the others, just as nervous, also instinctively shot toward the source of the sound.

At the same time, Du Ruo, hidden by the roadside, burst silently from the forest and launched his attack before they could react.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—

Du Ruo fully activated the vital force within him, amplifying his body. His arm strength surged as all the inner energy in his body was driven at once: part of it protected his arm joints, while part of it clung to the steel needles. In an instant, using the technique of the yang hand, he flicked out one hidden weapon after another.

Red mist rose from Du Ruo’s forearms. His hands sliced through the air so fast they left afterimages; for a moment, it seemed as if he had grown eight arms from his ribs. In an instant, more than thirty steel needles were sent flying from his waist like a curtain of steel rain, piercing into every single person’s skull.

"Ah!"

Only one or two screams rose from the crowd. The others did not even have time to cry out before several steel needles had already driven into their heads, stealing their voices before they could be born.

Du Ruo forced himself through the soreness in his arms and lunged forward with tiger-like ferocity. The dragon-snake cord in his hands flashed through the air as he leapt over the group.

With a soft wet sound, a head flew off. Du Ruo casually caught it in his hand. Renni’s headless body stood for a moment like a small fountain, blood splashing across a two-meter radius.

Du Ruo glanced at the head in his hand and confirmed that it was indeed Renni, staring in death, before darting into the woods beside the road with the head in tow.

By then, the inner energy in Du Ruo’s body was already exhausted, and his arms were aching; his fighting strength had dropped by eighty percent. The greatest drain had come from the instant he unleashed the steel needles with the yang hand.

"That burst cost too much. If not for the inner energy protecting me, my arms would have been ruined."

Du Ruo ran through the forest, occasionally shaking his arms out. The soreness only deepened, though fortunately he had not gone far from the vehicle.

Back in the car, he tossed the head onto the passenger seat, picked up the phone the guide had given him on the yacht, and saw there was only one number inside. While driving, he dialed it.

"Hello."

"I’ve got the head. Arrange for the boat to come pick me up at once."

Du Ruo wasted no words.

"All right. A speedboat will reach the place where you disembark within twenty minutes. Just head there."

The call ended. Du Ruo drove toward the location from memory.

…

"What the hell!"

After Du Ruo left, a figure in camouflage rose from a distant hillside. Holding an infrared binocular to his eyes, he stared for a long time at the more than ten bodies lying on the road, unwilling to lower the instrument.

"The villa area has been taken. Derry, report Renni’s position. Derry! Derry?"

A voice crackled through the earpiece of the man with the binoculars, pulling him back from his shock.

"I’m here. Renni’s head has been taken."

Still holding the binoculars, Derry answered almost reflexively. On the road below, the reinforcements arrived, took one look at the miserable state of the dozen-odd men, and immediately scattered like startled birds and beasts. None of them dared return to the villa or wait there on the spot.

"What? Who did this? How many people?"

"Just... just one person. Come see for yourself."

Derry replied, then unconsciously stepped forward, as if wanting a clearer look.

Fifteen minutes later, nine men stood with rifles in hand, staring at the bodies on the ground.

Renni’s headless corpse had not fallen. It remained kneeling there, arms hanging limp, while thick blood spread within a two-meter radius. Around it lay ten men in disarray, each still clutching a rifle. Every one of them had three bloody holes in the head. Those pierced through the temples by steel needles had died instantly; only one or two still had the faintest breath, but part of their brain tissue had already been destroyed. Even if they could be saved, they would likely be left as vegetables.

"Is this the work of the man the Cobra was talking about, the one who uses wire? Master Zhang, do you know what kind of technique this is?"

The squad leader, staring at the gruesome scene, turned to the man beside him in night-black clothing, bent at the waist, and asked in somewhat awkward Mandarin.

"This is... sewing-machine needles? Thirty-plus steel needles fired in an instant? And with this kind of force? It’s just ordinary hidden-weapon technique, only stronger and faster. Nothing especially strange about it."

Zhang Aiguo, dressed in black night garb, had originally been standing behind the squad leader and studying the positions of the people around him. Hearing the call, he finally unclenched his fists, casually picked up one of the hidden weapons from the ground ahead, and made his remark.

Yet inwardly he, too, was shocked. He had already thought Du Ruo was no ordinary man, but he had never imagined he was this monstrous. To fire more than thirty steel needles in an instant, as though he had grown eight arms from his ribs—just what speed and power would be needed to pierce a human skull with steel needles?

"No wonder he dared take the job alone. Truly formidable. Eight arms from the ribs, was it? Mission complete. Assemble the team. Withdraw!"

The squad leader murmured to himself, then raised his hand in a sweeping gesture to signal retreat. But after turning away, he exchanged a glance with someone nearby, and his guard toward Zhang Aiguo deepened. If Du Ruo could kill more than ten men in an instant, then might this man, also invited by Yang Guangzhou, be concealing his true capabilities as well?

"What a pity."

Zhang Aiguo shook his head and let out a quiet sigh, though no one could tell what he found so regrettable.