Sensing danger, Poison Sting immediately retreated to evade.
At this moment, Zhou Ming also discovered a problem—that once the opponent moved more than one meter away from him, it became difficult to determine his position.
Unless he split his focus to use the Radar Sensory Domain.
An assassin?
Thinking of the opponent’s beast and fighting style, Zhou Ming immediately thought of a special profession.
By training to conceal one’s aura and form, one could achieve a single fatal strike at close range.
This was a profession pioneered by ordinary warriors during the Doomsday Era. Before Beast Tamers were born, they relied on this method to deal with weaker alien races.
Among them, the top-tier assassins were also proficient in setting traps, lockpicking, infiltration, and other methods.
A portion of the transcendent knowledge obtained by Blue Star’s humans was stolen from alien races through assassins.
However, the person before him was still some distance away from being a true assassin.
He mainly relied on the feedback traits brought by the Phantasmal Scale Snake Lizard and the obscuring effect of smoke bombs to barely qualify as one.
If he were a true assassin, his close-quarters combat ability would almost reach the limits of humanity.
Just as thoughts flickered through Zhou Ming’s mind, Poison Sting suddenly launched another attack from behind.
This time, Zhou Ming did not continue dodging. His qi and blood circulated as he activated the Beast King Body.
“Clang…”
A sound like metal rang out.
With protective combat gear on his body, coupled with the short-term physical enhancement of the Beast King Body, Zhou Ming forcibly endured the sneak attack.
“How is that possible?”
Seeing that his dagger could not pierce Zhou Ming’s body, Poison Sting clearly could not accept it.
His attacks were no worse than bullets in terms of penetration. With a sharp dagger added, they should have had even greater effect.
In the instant of Poison Sting’s shock, Zhou Ming did not miss the opportunity. He immediately seized the opponent’s arm and pulled him into his embrace.
Mad Python Martial Way, secret killing move—Strangle.
Zhou Ming wrapped around Poison Sting like a giant python, using his waist as the core of exertion, and with devastating force crushed and broke the bones throughout Poison Sting’s body.
“Ah…”
Bones shattered, and Poison Sting collapsed onto the ground like mud, unable to stop the wail escaping his mouth.
“Bang.”
Not wanting any accidents, Zhou Ming raised his gun and fired at Poison Sting’s forehead.
Poison Sting died. The Phantasmal Scale Snake Lizard surfaced from the Beast Space, but it too no longer showed any signs of life.
“Your strength was very strong. If I had met you a year ago, perhaps the one who survived would have been you.”
Looking at the corpse at his feet, Zhou Ming finally gave the opponent an evaluation.
At that moment, noisy footsteps appeared in the karst cave passage in the distance.
“Big Brother, I’m here.”
This was Yang Yi’s father’s rescue team finding Yang Yi, and he was leading people over to provide support.
Seeing this, Zhou Ming immediately retrieved the surviving Ironthread Snake swarm back into his Beast Space, and at the same time stored the Phantasmal Scale Snake Lizard into his Spatial Ring.