Chapter 47 The Ashford Abomination

Dr. Ashford's mutated form was still generally humanoid: half of his face was zombie-like, mostly decayed, his eye bulging as if inflated, the eyeball so full it seemed ready to burst; the hairstyle on his head could be referenced from Mr. Einstein; the upper body was basically a werewolf's appearance, covered in mane, with claws for hands; the back was rather special, with serrated bone spurs protruding from the elbows, heels, and spine; in addition, there were some vampire characteristics, all skin areas were pale, and he had iconic fangs in his mouth.

In Feng Bujue's eyes, this Boss's appearance represented the following three things: has a head, fears garlic, can be tripped.

At this moment, Feng Bujue used the god-like skill that could only be used three times, [Bear Child's Low Sweep Kick], the effect of which was "Ignoring Mastery Levels, 100% chance to trip any monster that can theoretically fall, and provoke it to attack you."

"You guys deal with the Derivative, leave this to me." While the mutated form had not yet gotten up, Feng Bujue picked up the pipe wrench and aimed it at the back of its head, continuously striking it hard. The resounding thuds and splashes of blood indicated how ruthless he was. Anyway, he had already been vaccinated, so he wasn't afraid even if blood splattered into his mouth.

Seeing this, Pan Feng, for some reason, had a feeling that this could be handled without his intervention...

"Okay...we'll come help you after we've dealt with the Derivatives," he said before jumping down from the stands.

Since the effect of [Concussion] was triggered twice, the monster was suppressed on the ground and beaten for more than ten seconds before it got up, losing a lot of health. There was even a time when it had already propped itself up, but it fell back down again because of the dizziness effect.

When the mutated form successfully stood upright, Feng Bujue turned and ran, and the Boss naturally gave chase. At this point, unless someone used that shameless skill to trip it again, it would not change its target.

"Xiao Tan, come up and help!" Feng Bujue shouted as he ran around the edge of the stands, his voice echoing in the empty stadium.

Wang Tanzhi had recovered from the pain of the fall just now. He responded, found the nearest flight of stairs, and ran up to the upper level.

Feng Bujue led the mutated form on a wild run. His route was simple, running along the wider, walkable edge of the upper stands. He didn't want to compete in speed with a monster that could cling to vertical walls in rough terrain.

After Xiao Tan came up the stairs, Feng Bujue was running from his left. Both of them were holding flashlights, so they knew each other's position. As Feng Bujue approached, he shouted, "Trip it with the baseball bat!"

"Roger!" Xiao Tan stood on a lower step, took out the baseball bat, looked to the left, and made a gesture to swing and hit the ball.

After Feng Bujue ran past him on the right, Xiao Tan swung hard, the baseball bat swung horizontally, hitting the mutated form's calf chasing from behind.

With a bang, Xiao Tan felt both arms go numb at the same time. The baseball bat flew out of his hand after hitting the target, and he didn't know where it landed. The mutated form's physical strength was truly astonishing. The shinbone below the knee collided with the baseball bat, making such a sound, and its leg bone was not broken as a result.

Of course, Feng Bujue had already understood that its bones were very hard. Otherwise, its skull should have cracked after being hit so many times with the pipe wrench just now. Moreover, the monster's behavior of using the bone spurs on the outside of its elbow to cut and hit the glass of the building in the Ailebu Building before was enough to prove this point.

The problem was, even if the leg bone wasn't broken, the mutated form was still tripped...

Feng Bujue intentionally slowed down after running past Xiao Tan, preparing to turn back. When he heard the hitting sound, he turned his head and shone the flashlight, just in time to see the mutated form sliding face down on the floor...

"Cut its Achilles tendon with the knife!" Feng Bujue shouted as he took out the Winchester and shot the monster in the forehead.

Xiao Tan caught up from behind in three steps and made two, took out the kitchen knife, and cut down on the back of the monster's foot, scrubbing hard as if sawing wood.

The mutated form's head was smashed, and the stuff in its brain flowed all over the ground, but the monster didn't stop moving. It was still trying to get up and attack.

"Is this considered the dying stage..." Feng Bujue's face was covered in blood, but his expression showed no tension.

He took a few steps back and said to Xiao Tan, "Don't get close, it should die after thrashing around for a while."

The mutated form, having lost its head, frantically destroyed everything around it. The surrounding seats and concrete facilities were easily smashed by it, but because the Achilles tendon of one leg had been severed, it could not make a decent move, and posed no threat to Feng Bujue and Wang Tanzhi, who had retreated a distance.

"This side is almost done! How is it over there?" Feng Bujue shouted towards the area below where the fighting sounds were coming from, and shone his flashlight there.

In the light, Pan and Hua were seen besieging the Derivative, the latter fighting them inextricably with steel claws protruding from its finger joints, but not showing any disadvantage.

A word popped into Feng Bujue's mind: "Damn!"

"No need to say! This one is level three, right!" Feng Bujue shouted.

"You can see that, why are you asking?" Hua Xiong replied unhappily.

The two GMs were also quite embarrassed at the moment. After Hua Xiong jumped down and exchanged two moves with this Derivative, he realized that something was wrong. The Derivative's hand, which had been knocked off by Feng Bujue, actually quickly healed and grew steel claws, and the gunshot wounds on its body also recovered quickly. Coupled with its amazing close combat ability, it was obvious that it did not have the strength that a level four Derivative should have. After Pan Feng joined the battle, Hua Xiong had the spare power to glance at the administrator's unique game menu during the battle, and found that the other party was indeed a level three Derivative.

Feng Bujue also noticed the self-healing hand, and he commanded from the upper stands: "Cut off its head! How long are you going to fight like this?"

"Nonsense! If I could cut it, wouldn't I? Why don't you come and try?" Pan Feng roared.

They really couldn't be blamed for this. Although the Derivative was petite, its strength was definitely not below that of Ashford's mutated form. Its speed and reaction were on par with the two GMs. Its weapon was an extension of its hands, which was more suitable for close combat than the two who used long-handled weapons. Moreover, its self-healing ability allowed it a lot of room for maneuver in battle, and slight damage was within acceptable limits.

If the two GMs fought like this for a long time and could not win, their Survival Value and Stamina Value would be exhausted. Even if they could afford it, there were other hidden dangers...

[Current quest completed, main quest all completed]

[You have completed this scenario, automatic teleportation in 180 seconds]

The sound of these two system prompts meant that the mutated form's struggle had ended and completely stopped moving. It also meant that Feng Bujue and Wang Tanzhi could only stay in the scenario for a maximum of 3 minutes.

At the same time, at the entrance of the stands, pairs of crimson eyes emerged from the darkness, accompanied by the intermittent howls of blood wolf zombies, announcing that a large group of monsters was coming...