Activation of the Iron Scale Bloodline.
Monster Strength Transformation.
Sword Qi from the Sword Soul profession attached to the fist.
...
Numerous techniques burst out simultaneously in an extremely short period!
His fist even directly caused a sonic boom.
Waves of air surged outward along the lines of his joints and arm muscles!
"Dongmu!"
The event happened suddenly, leaving the elderly opponent no time to react.
His fist solidly struck her slack skin.
"Puff!!"
Almost the moment they came in contact.
The energies attached to Gauss’ fist directly tore her soft skin apart.
As if it struck a skin pouch devoid of flesh and blood.
"Crunch!"
Then a crisp sound of bone cracking came forth.
The old lady’s head seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer. Her neck could not withstand the sudden explosion of immense power, and her head bent backward at an extremely unnatural angle.
The skin and muscles at the neck were torn apart instantly by the strong force, sending a head filled with horror backward.
However, the anticipated scene of blood gushing did not occur.
The head that was blasted away drew an arc in the air, pierced through several layers of cabinets, and finally smashed into the ground.
"Watch out!"
Gauss exhaled long.
Not relaxing even a bit because of his "achievement".
Quickly reminded his teammates.
Ying’s clone timely emerged beside Gauss.
"She shouldn’t be dead yet, she’s a witch with special abilities."
Actually, Gauss had never truly believed the old woman before him from start to finish.
He should be regarded as a good person in public perception, but that doesn’t mean he is not cautious towards strangers.
Since stepping into the room, every cell in his body seemed to protest.
It was a full-scale discomfort from physiology to psychology.
So his vigilance was always at its peak.
But he hadn’t determined the actual moment to strike without clear evidence.
Until Ying, who sneaked into the room using shadow cloning, gathered crucial information, he chose to strike first with resolute thunder.
Gauss’ golden pupils intensely focused on the chaotic kitchen area.
"Cloud of Daggers!"
Although unsure of the enemy’s current state, he had no intention to wait for the opponent to appear, with both sides adequately prepared for a fair fight.
He spat out sharp magic power.
Razor-sharp energy rapidly surged out of his mouth, expanding to form a sharp cloud of daggers blowing forward.
"Retreat!"
The group retreated simultaneously.
Gauss turned and exerted force, smashing the wall behind him.
Instantly breaking the barrier between inside and outside.
Sunlight shone into the previously eerie hall from outside.
"Crack, crack, crack!"
The Cloud of Daggers’ effect in the special terrain is better than most second-ring spells, even surpassing third-ring ones.
The head fallen in the furniture cupboard hadn’t had time to come out before being enveloped again by the cloud of daggers.
Gauss vaguely heard several hoarse screams.
Exactly!
He knew it wouldn’t be that easy to kill the opponent.
Slightly brewing in his body, a ball of magic power quickly condensed in his mouth.
Just as he prepared to release it.
The ground beneath suddenly moved and softened.
The originally solid ground "awakened" like a living creature.
A swift silhouette lunged at him from the side.
But before it could reach Gauss.
The ever-alert Albena sidestepped and swung her large axe, slashing it fiercely.
"Puff!" Dark green blood sprayed from the wound.
Albena’s charged strike is not something that just any creature can endure.
Even Gauss couldn’t take it head-on without proper preparation.
Gauss glanced at the enemy bisected by Albena from the corner of his eye.
It seemed to be a humanoid creature.
Wrapped entirely in filthy cloth strips.
And its appearance sounded the horn, a horde of humanoid monsters crawled up from the underground, surrounding the group from all directions.
Are they zombies?
Yet they seemed somewhat different.
Gauss waved to summon several clay creatures.
"I’ll leave these guys to you."
He turned his gaze toward the house in front.
The entire house had already collapsed by then.
An ugly red head floated up from the ruins, its fragile skin gone, replaced by exposed red facial muscles and bones visible in the air.
Pale sparse hair still remained, scattering in the air, with threads of energy exuding black smoke floating beneath the neck.
At this moment, even with all the skin on her face peeled away by Gauss’ violently extreme punch, Gauss could still see the outright venom and hatred beneath her twisted expression.
"You... dare destroy my body!"
The old witch roared.
She truly hadn’t anticipated Gauss’ sneak attack would come so suddenly, causing her head to be directly hammered away.
Even though she didn’t die from that punch due to her life energy primarily concentrated in her brain and her bones specially fortified, that monster-like punch still left her mind dizzy.
"You cunning brat!"
Glaring at Gauss’ immaculate robe, the witch felt somewhat infuriated.
Gauss stared at the flying head.
Flying head-man?
The floating witch head in front reminded him of a certain fantasy horror creature from the past.
"What a pity, I didn’t kill you with that punch." He sighed in some regret.
Normally, a human caster enduring his full-force surprise attack in close range has almost no chance of survival.