Chapter 136: Fury

One-Punch Girl!
If one punch is not enough, then throw another!
Charles was truly speechless at this. The images in his memory were a bit hazy; it was simply impossible to feel her formidable power so clearly and directly.
The previous punch was not a purely physical attack; it carried the power of flames, which she had converted into a special explosive force, detonating from within the beast totem, thus creating such a breathtaking scene.
She had her fun, but dealing with the aftermath would be troublesome. This was a blatant provocation against the dignity of the Glenos family, and it would inevitably invite their bloody retaliation!
Yet this happened to be the exact situation Charles wanted to see. He shrugged helplessly and said, "Simply put, you are in big trouble. Let's deal with these people first, Firefly!"
Following his words, Firefly stepped lightly out of the void. Under the terrified gazes of the five men, the fox transformed into a streak of white light, quietly appearing in their midst.
However, it did not launch an attack; instead, it abruptly began to dance a bizarre jig.
You read that right—a fox was dancing!
It was now evening, the sun had long since set, and a crescent moon hung in the sky.
wisps of moonlight gathered, making Firefly's fur increasingly pristine and radiant.
Standing on its hind legs, its tiny body danced strangely, resembling a young maiden gracefully swaying under the moonlight.
The group instinctively wanted to run, but it was already too late. Their gazes were firmly captivated by Firefly, unable to tear away ever again.
In their vision, it was as if an peerless beauty was dancing in the moonlight, imbued with a mysterious and breathtaking rhythm that completely engrossed their mind and soul.
Lunar Mirage Dance!
This was a top-tier ability Firefly acquired after its ultimate evolution. Unlike the single-target attack of Absolute Domination, this ability could perform group hypnosis and manipulation; anyone who laid eyes on its dance would fall victim to it.
Jerome felt his head grow increasingly dizzy. The dancing figure before him instantly transformed into the young noble lady he had secretly loved for so long, dancing for him in skimpy attire.
The white gauze dress slipped down bit by bit, revealing tender, fair skin that made him dizzy with vertigo, tempting him to pounce forward like a starved wolf.
Yet the lingering reason in his heart told him this was merely an illusion, and everything his eyes saw was fake.
"Jerome, tonight I am yours. Please cherish me to your heart's content..."
His dream lover walked toward him with graceful steps, causing his remaining sanity to slowly dissipate. He tried to stand up, only to pitch forward headfirst onto the ground, sinking completely into the charm.
Thud, thud, thud!
One by one, the five men collapsed to the ground, their struggles coming to a complete halt.
And that was not all. Even the villagers in the distance, peeking secretly through windows and door gaps, tumbled to the ground one after another.
A fierce mental fluctuation instantly enveloped the small fishing village, and not a single one of the hundreds of ordinary people was spared; all of them fell into bizarre dreams.
In these dreams, the violent combat scene they had just witnessed vanished entirely, and the figures of Charles and Tiffany disappeared without a trace, as if they had never been there at all.
They only remembered that Jerome's group had arrived at the fishing village and departed shortly after, taking nothing with them at all.
Under Firefly's manipulation, Jerome's group climbed back up from the ground and walked straight into the woods beside the fishing village.
Then, some very strange behavior took place in the small grove.
A group of grown men stripped off their clothes, dismissed their protective spiritual lights, mistook each other for the women they desired most, and began a shameless...
By the time they left the fishing village, the three of them were riding on the back of a giant turtle belonging to Charles, using it as transportation.
After such an incident, Vian obviously could not stay here any longer and was forcibly taken away from her hometown by Tiffany.
On the back of the giant turtle, Tiffany's gaze toward him grew increasingly bizarre.
Firefly's previous attack had brought her a deep sense of shock. Such an eerie and unpredictable attack left her with no confidence that she could block it.
Those few individuals had completely turned into puppets, at the mercy of his control. The thought of having one's life and death controlled entirely by another was something she found impossible to accept.
To her, or perhaps to all evolved warriors, the only thing that truly mattered was one's own supreme strength.
Relying on their formidable physiques, they dared to fight head-on against the most terrifying totems; however, mental-type abilities were practically their nemesis, leaving them almost utterly defenseless!
This was because evolved warriors excelled in physique and physical strength, whereas their spiritual attributes fell far short of命灵师 of the same rank.
"Well, what's wrong? Do you feel I look extremely handsome?" Charles couldn't help teasing, wanting to ease the atmosphere.
"Too weak, not interested. For a man, muscles are the ultimate aesthetic beauty," Tiffany replied very bluntly, causing Vian beside them to burst out in a muffled giggle.
A muscle fanatic!
Charles twitched the corner of his mouth, completely speechless at this violent girl's aesthetic sense.
It seemed that to her, those iron-blooded warriors were the ideal partners—the tougher, the better...
He said no more and continued pondering the ideas in his mind.
Isaac had sent people to look for Vian seemingly because her parents had taken a certain item belonging to his family, which was why she had come to live in seclusion in the small fishing village.
That object was originally not valued much by the Glenos family, but Isaac needed it, so he sent people to track her down.
As for what the item actually was, Charles had no way of knowing.
He had long anticipated the possible events of this trip and had thus made thorough preparations. The outcome was still largely within his control.
Jerome and his companions had their memories altered by Firefly, so the traces of his actions should remain hidden for a short time.
Tiffany had also made an enemy of Isaac as a result, forcing her to face that madman's threats, essentially tying her to the same chariot as him.
In Charles's plan, Isaac had to die!
He needed to use the other's death to pry open the doors to Morento's core, highly confidential areas, thereby stealing their rich research fruits.
Under this plan, Isaac and Leslie were both expendable targets.
Next, he only needed to wait for an opportune moment—an opportunity that was fast approaching.
......
A desolate desert area in the western part of Morento Academy.
The fierce battle had ceased. Leslie stood tall and straight, silently gazing at the dying "himself" before him.
This person looked identical to him, even possessing extremely similar mental fluctuations, and the aura of life radiating from him was completely indistinguishable.
Yet, he was vastly weaker. Right now, the area below his abdomen looked as though it had been devoured by a massive, bloody maw, blood spilling all over the ground as he neared his final breath.
The dying man still mechanically chanted: "Codename 0327, experiment complete, please collect relevant experimental data..."
The anger on Leslie's face grew increasingly intense, thoroughly confirming the truth—the academy was actually using his clones to conduct such cruel experiments!
It was obvious that this experiment had been running for who knows how long, and countless clones had met a tragic end.
He felt a blatant trampling upon his dignity, a merciless trampling upon his entire being, treating him entirely as experimental material to conduct such reckless atrocities!
"You forced my hand!"