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Chapter 1363: Chapter 1215: The Miracle Has Come (Please Subscribe!)
The syringe edged closer and closer.
Marlo panicked.
Injection.
He wasn’t afraid.
But, come on, with such a thick needle, are you sure it isn’t meant for cattle? You’re supposed to be a cutting-edge laboratory with a bunch of top scientists—can’t you be a little more delicate?
"Ah~~~"
Marlo struggled fiercely to break free.
But it was no use.
His limbs were all securely fastened.
It was a futile effort; in the end, the needle pierced his vein. At first, it was merely chilling, but soon, as the syringe emptied, an excruciating pain drilled into his brain.
His whole body itched.
These drugs.
It seemed they had already penetrated his every muscle.
Then.
His body began to change again.
Fever.
Heart racing.
Eyes bulging.
It felt like he was about to explode, and a wave of nausea hit him, but this sensation didn’t last more than a few seconds; the various discomforts gradually disappeared, though the heat and rapid heartbeat persisted unimportantly.
He looked up.
Marlo noticed.
The world seemed so much clearer.
His ears.
Filled with a mixture of noises, and now his nose could even discern the body odors of those present; his muscles swelled with seemingly endless strength—he knew the medicine was taking effect.
If it were to be called by a cliché name.
Right now.
He had become a superhuman. Unfortunately, this state wasn’t sustainable. Marlo knew that this was his last chance to fight—not for survival, but for dignity.
He glared at Jars hatefully.
Clenching his fist, Marlo thought, ’Ah...’
"Crack." Using the previously ineffective Unbinding Technique, he suddenly snapped the ropes and then charged towards Jars. This was the closest he had ever been to Jars.
Watching Marlo,
Jars didn’t move.
Just as Marlo was only a meter away from Jars, another man quickly made his move ’thump,’ and kicked Marlo, sending him flying into the wall.
After he landed,
Marlo thought as expected.
Jars wasn’t stupid.
And.
His men had been injected with the same drugs beforehand.
"Marlo, ten minutes. My men will defend without attacking for ten minutes. After that..." Jars gave a slight smile to Marlo and stepped back a dozen paces, treating the fight as mere entertainment.
Ten minutes.
Marlo looked at the burly man before him.
He knew.
Even if he won, n𝚘𝚟𝚙𝚞𝚋.𝚌o𝚖
Jars would surely make a mockery of him. He had to find a way. There had been no miracle before, and there would be none in the future. He could only rely on himself, though hope was equally slim.
"Sigh."
Marlo tightened his fist.
And threw a punch at the big man, who simply waved his hand ’slap’ and blocked the attack. Marlo didn’t hesitate and swung a kick, but alas, it was again blocked by the man’s hands.
Straight punch.
Hook.
Roundhouse kick.
...
’Huff huff~~’
Each move was forceful, strength he had never been able to muster before, now achieved with such ease. The power of his punches and kicks was unimaginably mighty.
Moreover.
He didn’t feel tired at all.
But he knew.
Once the drug’s effects wore off, he might be laid up for a while. Such consumption meant muscles and organs were operating on overload. His brother’s research focused on how to alleviate the damage this overload caused to the human body.
Otherwise.
After a fight.
You’d be half-dead.
What’s the point of such a thing?
By now.
A solution for the drug’s side effects must have been found; otherwise, Jars wouldn’t have allowed his men to use it. Although they had no scruples, Marlo had never heard about the laboratory experimenting on their own people.
"Bang."
Another punch powered by his entire body’s strength.
Blocked by the big man.
Marlo was getting anxious.
If this went on, he’d definitely be defeated and then become no more than an experimental subject and data. But there were no weapons in the room; he couldn’t very well use the ropes that had bound him to whip the man.
Please.
This wasn’t a game of house.
As for binding the man.
With ropes that he himself had broken free of, you expect to restrain this giant? As if.
"Only one minute left," said Jars, glancing at his watch and smiling.
"..."
Marlo let out a roar and charged in again, beginning to count down in his mind.
Fifty-nine.
...
Thirty.
...
Eleven.
...
When he silently reached one, Marlo’s heart tightened. "Time’s up," Jars spoke, and the big man in front of him sneered coldly, blocking one strike and then sending a sweeping kick.
"Bang~~~"
Marlo was sent flying.
Crashing to the ground.
Even with diminished pain, his hands shook, and the battle wasn’t over yet. The big man roared and charged at Marlo, who hastily raised his arms in defense.
"Ah..."
His hands were crushed against his nose.
Suddenly.
Blood flowed freely.
Even with reduced pain, it still hurt.
Just two moves.
Marlo’s combat power had faded, and whether it was his broken nose or his spirit, defeat was imminent with twenty minutes of drug effects still to go. He had lost the courage to turn the tide against the wind.
The gap was just too big.
Afterward.
Marlo was thrown into a corner by the big man, ’Trash.’ The man snorted coldly and returned quietly to Jars’ side.
Then Jars playfully said, "Marlo, how about I give you another chance, with your brother?"
"What?" Marlo was stunned.
"Bring him up," said Jars.
As soon as the words were spoken.
