Although Wenwen appeared to be making lighthearted jokes without a care in the world, his mind was racing.
Earlier, Akalu had mentioned "we," implying that Akalu was not the only monster that had escaped from the containment facility, but part of a group. And this group was likely quite substantial.
Wenwen had been wondering about something: all the containment personnel ended up in the graveyard, but where did the monsters go? There should be many monsters that had survived for thousands of years.
Now it seemed they had all escaped from the containment facility.
But Wenwen knew how powerful the containment facility's cells were. What had happened thousands of years ago to allow the imprisoned monsters to escape?
This line of thought was completed very quickly in Wenwen's mind.
He took out a high-power loudspeaker and shouted at Akalu, "Can you not speak so loudly?"
"Loud?"
Akalu sneered, rapidly lunged towards Wenwen, and threw a straight punch. The poor loudspeaker, after working for just one sentence, was reduced to fragments.
Its speed was incredibly fast. Wenwen only had time to shield his chest with his hands before being sent flying by the punch, crashing through the subway station behind him.
Akalu walked towards the station, blood continuously seeping from its deer head, dyeing its white robe red.
"Our hatred, our obsessions, and our pain are things you cannot understand. Do you know how happy I was to see you again?"
"I will strip your tendons, flay your skin, and plant your body beneath the shore flowers, so that you will be eternally drained of nutrients by the shore flowers!"
Wenwen shakily pushed away the debris and stood up, gasping for air. He looked at the roaring deer-headed monster, his eye corners twitching incessantly.
With just that one punch, both of his arms were fractured!
Furthermore, his left hand had just switched its physique and could not be switched to a vampire physique for recovery. Even snapping his fingers now caused Wenwen excruciating pain.
"Why did you suddenly become so strong, like a completely different person from just now?"
Wenwen gritted his teeth and asked. He hadn't expected to be in such a state after just taking one punch head-on.
Akalu grinned ferociously, "Surprised and frightened by my strength? I told you long ago, you could never defeat me."
"This is the power accumulated over my thousands of years of existence, waiting for the day I meet a detestable containment personnel again, so that you can experience ultimate agony."
Wenwen coughed out a mouthful of blood and asked, "Then why didn't you use this power before?"
Akalu extended a finger and said, "Would you use a bomb to get rid of a mouse that wandered into your house?"
"Perhaps I would..."
Although Wenwen said this, he understood Akalu's meaning. This guy's strength was accumulated, so using it would surely come with a cost. Su Dan Novel Network
The Wenwen from before was not worth this guy using this power. However, if Wenwen's identity was that of a containment personnel, then Akalu was willing to do anything for revenge.
"Stop spouting nonsense. No one finds you humorous!"
Akalu punched towards Wenwen's head. The punch was still powerful, but it passed through Wenwen's body.
It turned out that just before being hit, Wenwen had managed to enter the Void space, his body becoming a phantom composed of green data streams. In this state, no matter how powerful the deer-headed monster was, it couldn't harm him.
Akalu stopped attacking and sneered at Wenwen's phantom:
"You containment personnel have many tricks, but how long can this move of yours hold me back? You are destined to be buried beneath the flowers by me."
"While I have this time, I want to ask you a question: Is that Iron King fellow still alive? I want to tear him apart with my own hands!"
"Who is the Iron King?"
Wenwen was startled. There was no such person in the containment facility.
Akalu grew anxious, clenching his fist, and asked, "The Level One Central Administrator, the Metal Guardian, the Iron King Jinkela, have you not met him?"
Wenwen suddenly realized, "Oh, you mean the man in the metal suit? I thought you were talking about someone else when you said Iron King... Wait, Jinkela?"
Upon hearing the name, Wenwen's expression became strange, and then he burst into laughter right in front of Akalu, leaving Akalu bewildered.
"You can still laugh at such a disgrace? You are truly as shameless as other containment personnel," Akalu said coldly. "He didn't even tell you his name, which means he doesn't acknowledge you yet. The containment facility is still small, isn't it?"
Wenwen's laughter abruptly stopped. Although he was somewhat unwilling, what Akalu said might be true.
Whether it was the man in the metal suit or the other two central administrators, none of them had ever revealed their names or spoken of their past.
The man in the metal suit had the title of Iron King. The other two were likely also powerful figures in the past. They had always been polite to Wenwen, but there was always a sense of detachment.
Perhaps they truly hadn't acknowledged Wenwen yet.
After a brief exchange, Wenwen's condition began to falter. The Void space was about to dissipate. But before it did, Wenwen controlled his muscles and snapped his fractured left hand.
The emerald green data streams vanished, and Wenwen's body reappeared before Akalu. Akalu, without hesitation, threw a punch.
Wenwen's hands were already fractured. If he was hit by this punch, he would immediately lose his combat ability.
But this punch did not hit Wenwen. Instead, it struck realistic metallic wings.
Four silver metallic wings unfolded in an 'X' shape behind Wenwen, shielding him and blocking Akalu's fist!
This metallic sphere, about 1.5 meters in diameter, formed by the wings, began to distort where it met the fist. However, it did not break. Instead, it was repelled like a cannonball, flying a hundred meters before rolling on the ground and stopping.
Wenwen, inside the wings, spat out a mouthful of blood and then smiled.
Although he had spat blood, compared to having his arms broken, this level of injury was merely superficial.
The fusion of the two pairs of steel wings formed a new pair of wings, achieving a comprehensive upgrade. It had become a disaster-order containment item, greatly enhancing Wenwen's defensive capabilities and providing considerable offensive power.
Wenwen had tested it himself. If he didn't use the sword technique taught by Xun Ying, he wouldn't be able to break through the defense of these wings.
Because the steel wings unfolded in an 'X' shape, Wenwen named this containment item – X-Steel Wings!
If he were to acquire another pair of steel wings in the future, fusing them would be called Star-Steel Wings, and finding two pairs would be Meteor-Steel Wings...
Wenwen's naming method was this simple and direct.