Chapter 102

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Unfolding in Chapter 101 of "The Last Gentleman": “Little Grape, you go left, I’ll go right!”They split their focus, swiftly scanning the diseased... Keep reading!

“Little Grape, you go left, I’ll go right!”They split their focus, swiftly scanning the diseased canine’s body for the pathogenic core. As they conducted their visual search, a pale, human arm extended out from one of the jagged, torn wounds on the dog’s body. Moments later, a boy with sparse hair, covered in slime, emerged, his face twisted in agony. “Brother! It hurts so much~ I can’t stand it! I want out—I want to leave this place!” Simultaneously, another thin, shriveled arm extended from the opposite side of the dog’s body. An elderly face, wrinkled and weathered, forced its way out through the organs. “Young man… please, kill me quickly. I beg of you.” However, this grotesque scene failed to shake Yi Chen in the slightest. He had seen countless such situations in life—beneath those fake personas were always bloodthirsty maws waiting to devour him. Swinging his hand axe, he cleaved the dog’s body in half at the point where the boy emerged. He hacked at it repeatedly, ensuring the [Massive Hemorrhage] effect. The lacerations on the dog’s surface connected into a single massive wound, creating an enormous blood-soaked gash that bled profusely. It was as if a balloon filled with red paint had been burst. The hemorrhage caused half of the dog’s body to explode entirely, scattering into a red mist. Even the smallest fragments turned into shredded meat. Unfortunately, luck was not on his side—he lost the 50% gamble. The pathogenic core was hidden in the elder’s side. Turning back, Yi Chen saw that the dog’s other half had merged with the elder who had crawled out of it. Now, the creature stood upright, half resembling its original canine form, half morphed into the elder’s body. This humanoid-canine hybrid was grotesque beyond words, revolting Yi Chen deeply. “The pathogenic core of a normal diseased host should be easy to locate. This dog must’ve been modified by the village chief to hide it deliberately. There’s no time to waste—we need to eliminate the disease quickly.” Considering that Jin was fighting a severely infected patient host alone in hostile territory, Yi Chen couldn’t afford to delay. Even though there were no outside disturbances yet, he remained uneasy. Breathing deeply, Yi Chen lowered his stance further until he was nearly on the same horizontal level as the dog. With his left hand pressed against the ground and his right gripping the Slaughtering Moon, his plant-based mask was now completely stained red. Even the Gentleman’s Skin he wore seemed influenced by the bloodthirsty aura, glowing faintly red beneath the mist of blood. ŗΆ₦ÓBЕş This savage demeanor, paired with the murderous intent emanating from him, caused the diseased hunting dog to instinctively retreat a step, driven back by its biological fear. Suddenly, A violent explosion erupted in the village street not far away. The dog sensed its master was in danger, activating the “protection mechanism” implanted in its brain. No longer afraid of the human before it, the dog underwent even more horrifying changes. The human faces protruding from its body began to retch painfully. From their gaping mouths, skinless muscle arms emerged one after another, supporting themselves against the ground like additional limbs. The village chief’s dog now resembled a grotesque spider adorned with human faces. Using these extra arms in combination with its original four limbs, it charged forward! The burst of speed was unimaginable, and with its twisting wrist movements, it constantly shifted its trajectory, making it difficult to track. However, Yi Chen’s expression was oddly calm as he watched this. The dog’s crawling posture reminded him of his sparring sessions with Teacher Zed. Zed often employed a crawling combat style. According to him, crawling was closer to the essence of living beings—it allowed the body to connect with the earth, enhancing sensory perception and control. Zed’s teachings echoed in Yi Chen’s mind: "Don’t just focus on superficial cuts; you must unveil the ‘inner beauty’ in its entirety! No matter the structure, size, or shape of the body, all flesh-and-blood creatures share fundamental characteristics. Turn slaughter into an art form—explore the origin of flesh. Dissect their bodies and admire them to your heart’s content!” At that moment, Yi Chen transformed into a primal beast, entering a as he charged head-on toward the hunting dog. Just before the two collided, the dog opened its gaping maw, and the limbs on its body extended forward in an attempt to seize Yi Chen and crush him in its jaws. Facing this onslaught, Yi Chen made only one move: [Extending his left arm forward.] A single left hand stretched toward the bloodthirsty jaws of the hound, seemingly about to be torn apart and crushed. Steam rose from Yi Chen's head, and the "book emblem" at the back of his head lit up completely, fully activating its pathogenic trait linked to [Intelligence]. Beneath his skin, green roots could be seen writhing restlessly. In an instant, Hundreds of root-like tendrils sprouted from Yi Chen's left hand, forming a massive plant-like palm. It exceeded the size of the hound's jaws and was even larger than its head. With a forceful grip, he clamped the hound’s mouth shut! Not only that, the plant hand continued to grow sharp, root-like spikes that pierced through the upper and lower jaws, sealing the hound's mouth entirely. The hound, unable to open its mouth, tried to break free. On the other side, an axe came swinging down, cleaving into the decaying pathogenic flesh of its neck, cutting through its vertebrae… Swish! The entire hound’s head, along with an arm attempting to block, was severed and flung into the air. Before the headless hound could twitch a few times, Yi Chen’s left hand, which had sealed the mouth, shrank back to its normal size and reached into the hound's severed neck. A squelching sound echoed as something was crushed, and the hound’s convulsions stopped. Yi Chen withdrew his left hand from the hound’s corpse, holding a slightly crushed cyst taken from the severed head. Such "pathogenic cores" were essential to collect and could fetch a good price back in Zion. Without taking a moment to rest, Yi Chen raised his eyes toward another battlefield. The road and streets were riddled with craters from explosions. Many livestock caught in the crossfire lay disfigured and lifeless. The village chief’s black trench coat had been blown to shreds, revealing his fully pathogenic body. Only now could Yi Chen clearly see that the burlap sack slung over the chief’s right shoulder wasn’t an external object but a massive growing from his body. The growth hung behind him like a sack and had an open end, resembling a burlap bag. Throughout the fight, the village chief repeatedly tried to stuff Jin into the "bag," but Jin, with her incredible speed, evaded capture each time. The timing was just right— S~eaʀᴄh the NôᴠelFirё.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. When Yi Chen looked over, the final moments of the battle unfolded. The chainsaw had been completely destroyed by the chief's brute strength. The pig-headed figure hung from a nearby house, with broken saw blades scattered across the ground. However, Thanks to an earlier abdominal wound, Jin had managed to thrust her entire right arm into the chief’s body. This had been her plan all along—laying the groundwork to penetrate the chief's iron-hard flesh. Her right hand, buried inside the chief’s abdomen, gripped a "compressed meat bomb." On its surface, crimson lotuses blossomed. [Ultimate Explosion.] A blinding light engulfed the two combatants as a terrifying mushroom cloud rose from the explosion’s epicenter. When the smoke cleared, Jin’s right arm, along with the village chief’s torso, had been obliterated. Swish! A pre-prepared "synthetic flesh syringe" was quickly injected into Jin’s severed right arm, beginning a slow regeneration process. As her arm gradually recovered, Jin walked lightly toward the village chief, who now lay paralyzed. His torso was blown open, with a massive hole exposing shattered bones, rendering him incapable of movement. Even the village chief's internal —a heart encased in steel—was visible. Cracks covered its surface as life essence seeped out, leaving him on the brink of death. "Nothing special," Jin sneered. "Other than your hard, durable body, you don't have much going for you. Lucky for me, my specialty is countering brute strength and speed." "Now, let me think… what kind of weapon should I turn you into? A warhammer? Too inconvenient to carry around. A giant axe? Too similar to William’s weapon, doesn’t quite fit. Full-coverage gauntlets? Hmm, now that’s an idea…” "Hold still for a moment; I’ll make you into my exclusive weapon once we return to Zion for further processing." With that, Jin blew the chief a playful kiss before placing her hands on his dying body, ready to begin his transformation. But suddenly, a strange sensation struck— A surge of vitality emerged near the chief’s abdomen, entirely different from his decaying flesh. It was young, fresh, like that of a newborn infant. The next second, a bizarre umbilical cord shot out, wrapping tightly around the chief’s neck! It didn’t target Jin but instead hoisted the four-hundred-pound chief into the air, leaving him hanging like a noose victim. “Jin! Watch out!” Yi Chen’s warning came immediately, but Jin stood frozen, perhaps captivated by the strange phenomenon, perhaps hearing an indescribable whisper that invaded her mind, or perhaps out of sheer curiosity to observe the unfolding situation. The village chief, who should have been dead, suddenly opened his eyes. The tumor-like sack on his shoulder expanded and enveloped Jin, instantly swallowing her whole.

Chapter 102

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