Right now, there were flames everywhere in the experiment hall. They were all caused by the explosion of the laser gun.
Sadler was extremely annoyed. This Ding Meng was extremely cunning. As soon as he turned the muzzle, Ding Meng would either hide behind the control panel or throw the laser gun at him from afar.
After the first experience, Sadler didn't dare to fire recklessly. This "Pioneer" power armor was a very old first generation product. It had a lot of functions, but it couldn't withstand large shocks. He also didn't understand why the higher-ups designated Black Gold Base to use this stupid thing.
Right now, he didn't dare to fire recklessly. Even if he did, it would be a waste of energy. Even if he rushed up, he wouldn't be able to hit anyone. The synchronization rate of the first generation power armor was nothing to be proud of. Plus, that kid was extremely fast. He might as well rush out and do it alone.
The system started again. "Damage to the body 34%. Energy reserve 35%. Main gun needs to be recharged. Time to recharge is …"
"Motherf * cker." Sadler was too lazy to listen anymore. He kicked open the hatch and jumped down from the power armor.
"You little bastard, get the hell over here!" Sadler roared.
Little Rascal said, "Ding Meng, don't waste time with him. Their people are almost here. I'm detecting more and more energy fluctuations. They'll be here in 3 minutes."
Ding Meng didn't want to waste time with Sadler either. But he knew that if he wanted to leave this hall, he had to get past Sadler.
Leopard Machine Gun and the others were either fierce or cunning, but they were all just labor leaders. But Sadler was different. This guy wasn't just a mercenary, he was the leader of the mercenaries. He had secretly observed Sadler's actions many times and studied his habits and patterns. He was waiting for this kind of critical moment to respond.
And now Sadler took out a syringe gun. With a click, he stabbed his arm. The test tube on the gun quickly injected the red liquid into his body.
Little Rascal couldn't help but ask, "What is he doing?"
Ding Meng's expression was very serious. "He's injecting himself with the steel mixture."
Little Rascal said, "Don't we have it too?"
Ding Meng coldly said, "Ours is completely different from his."
As for how it was different?
Ding Meng didn't have time to explain to her. Sadler's combat boots stomped on the ground, and he immediately rushed forward. This step alone covered a distance of five or six meters. He then punched out with his right fist, and the sound of wind breaking could be heard as his fist moved through the air. The power of this punch was several times stronger than the Leopard from yesterday.
With a "Pa" sound, Ding Meng received the punch with one palm, but his other hand was unable to chop out because Sadler's punch was a feint. Sadler's other hand had already reached under Ding Meng's armpit and lifted him up. Then, using his back to twist in the opposite direction, he threw Ding Meng's entire body onto the ground.
If an ordinary person were to fall to the ground, even if they didn't die, they would at least have a few broken bones. Fortunately, Ding Meng borrowed the force of the fall and flipped in the air, landing steadily five meters away.
Little Rascal said, "This guy is pretty good at using the Army Fist."
Ding Meng naturally didn't know about the Army Fist, but he was very clear that while ordinary people could sense Origin Ability users, they would also frequently practice various fist and leg techniques. Little Rascal had also explained to him before that it was a martial technique.
Having a martial technique and not having one were two completely different concepts. To put it bluntly, it was a fight between an orthodox martial artist and an unorthodox martial artist, so they had a natural advantage.
However, these were all secondary. What was important was that Sadler had been injected with the highly condensed Steel Mixture. His strength, reaction, speed, resistance, combat ability, and so on had all been greatly increased in a short period of time. This was the most troublesome part.
The Steel Mixture used by the laborers was a low-end product. At most, it would make you overdraft your physical strength for ten or so minutes. It was completely incomparable to the high-end products used by the mercenaries.
Sadler was a bit surprised when he saw that Ding Meng was standing there perfectly fine. This time, he changed his fist into a palm strike. Ding Meng didn't dare take it head on and quickly dodged to the side.
As soon as he dodged, the miniature heat gun on Sadler's wrist shot out an energy bullet with a "bang" sound. The bullet practically hit Ding Meng's chest at the same time.
Ding Meng quickly stopped, stood still, and leaned back. This was the oldest "Iron Bridge" move. In reality, it wasn't much of a move. An unorthodox martial artist would be able to do any difficult move in a moment of crisis.
However, when he stood still again, Sadler's whip had already flown in front of him. There was simply no time to dodge.
"Ugh — —" Ding Meng let out a muffled groan.
Although he reached out to grab the whip, the front end of the whip had already coiled around his neck a few times and was currently tightening. It was as if his throat was being choked by a pair of iron hands, and he couldn't breathe at all.
Even though he had observed Sadler's moves many times, he still didn't think that this guy would be able to use the whip so skillfully.
"Where's the thing? Hand it over and I'll spare your life," Sadler roared.
Ding Meng's right hand slowly reached into his bag and took out a small and exquisite black box. He threw it in front of him.
Sadler sneered and said, "This again. Do you really think I'll fall for the same trick twice?"
This was the box that the exchange center gave to the workers to store the nutrient solution. How could Sadler not recognize it?
However, Ding Meng's next move shook Sadler's confidence. This was because he slowly raised his right leg, as if he was going to crush the box with his foot.
"Don't you dare!" Sadler was both shocked and angry, and he charged forward.
With his attention distracted, the strength of the whip weakened quite a bit. Taking advantage of this momentary gap, Ding Meng suddenly raised his right hand, and a claw blade appeared. A dark golden light went straight for Sadler's throat.
This was another desperate attack. It was either you die or I die.
Unfortunately, this time it was a throwing knife, and the distance was a little too far. When Sadler saw the strong light coming at him, he didn't have time to dodge. He simply twisted his neck and actually dodged this fatal attack.
With a "clink", the claw blade hit Sadler's shoulder armor, but half of the blade still went into his shoulder blade.
"F * ck you."
Sadler was furious. He endured the pain in his shoulder and his right arm exerted strength again. The whip tightened again, and this time it dragged Ding Meng's entire body back.
"Tss tss tss —"
A string of white energy suddenly shot out from Sadler's glove and traveled along the whip like an electric current. It instantly spread throughout Ding Meng's body.
This was the energy chain. Anyone who was hit by it would lose all ability to move.
No matter how much he thought about it, Sadler's whip looked like a whip, but it was actually a technological fiber. Not only could it not be cut by normal weapons, it could also conduct energy to control the enemy at critical moments.
Ding Meng felt that his whole body was bound by another kind of force. It was as if a stream of air had entered his pores, and his body was completely paralyzed.
After all, he was still a beginner origin ability user. He didn't cultivate any secret techniques, and he didn't have any martial arts techniques. His body could only store energy, and it hadn't undergone any changes. He was still an ordinary person's body. Thus, when he was pulled over, he couldn't withstand Sadler's heavy blow.
"Peng —"
The fist accurately hit Ding Meng's chest.
"Pu —"
Blood spurted out from his mouth like rain …