Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 423 – I’ll Fight Ten Thousand of Them!

Lin Fan showed no intention of standing up at all.

She simply sat casually on the cracked stone block at the edge of the plaza.

Her left leg crossed over her right, two toes pinching the upper edge of that white embroidered cloth shoe, swinging it back and forth in the air.

Her calf, wrapped in flesh-colored stockings, swayed gently.

Cherry-red toenails stood out strikingly against the dim wasteland light.

The jade hairpin’s tassels on her pure white coiled hair emitted crisp clinking sounds from her movements.

Tinkle.

Tinkle.

The sound echoed through the empty plaza.

The hundred Level-6 Peak Artificial Dragonkin that had been rampaging wildly moments ago now stood frozen in place as a collective.

Their scale-covered bodies were trembling violently.

This wasn’t fear on a rational level—it was absolute submission from the deepest recesses of their genes.

The Dragon Clan was a race that carved bloodline hierarchy into their very bones.

Even though Chen Dingjun had used technological means to stitch Blue Star human genes together with otherworldly dragon genes, forcibly elevating their energy levels—

What had been sewn into their bodies was ultimately nothing more than inferior Collateral Dragonkin genes.

And sitting before them was the ultimate existence—one who had fused the Pureblood Dragon Bloodline of Long Xuan and Long Wu, and possessed the Fragmented Progenitor of Life Bloodline.

This gap in hierarchy was like ants gazing up at gods.

Those Artificial Dragonkin couldn’t even dream of attacking. They didn’t even have the courage to lift their heads and look directly at Lin Fan.

Thud.

The male Artificial Dragonkin at the front went weak in the knees, crashing heavily onto the alloy floor.

Then—

Thud. Thud. Thud.

One hundred of the Federation’s most powerful biological weapons dropped to their knees in unison, a vast swath of them kneeling.

In the underground control room.

The general’s eyes bulged wide.

He gripped the edge of the console with both hands, his knuckles turning white.

The image on the screen shattered every bit of his understanding.

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“This is impossible!”

The general roared in disbelief.

“These are ultimate weapons Chief Chen poured his heart and soul into creating! They feel no pain! No fear! They only obey the highest directives! Why are they kneeling!”

The adjutant trembled beside him.

“Sir… that woman’s energy fluctuations are too bizarre… The aura she’s emitting—the system can’t even analyze it! Those Experimental Subjects are afraid!”

“Afraid?”

The general’s face twisted savagely.

“That word doesn’t exist in my dictionary! Force-activate the Supreme Control Chip! Take over their brains!”

The technician’s hands shook as he typed a complex string of red code into the keyboard.

“Forced override complete! Pain receptors severed! Berserk protocol initiated!”

On the plaza.

The Artificial Dragonkin who had been kneeling suddenly snapped their heads up.

Vast streaks of blood-red veins seeped through their slit-shaped pupils.

The control chips implanted at the backs of their skulls forcibly severed the instinctual biological fear, injecting a massive dose of Berserk Hormone into their muscles.

“ROAR!”

All one hundred monsters let out beastly howls simultaneously, launching themselves off the ground and reforming an encirclement around Lin Fan.

The violent energy fluctuations blasted loose rubble off the ground in every direction.

Lin Fan watched these monsters—eyes bloodshot, completely devoid of reason.

She let out a sigh.

“Technology really is a shortcut for changing lives. Even Bloodline Suppression can be forcibly blocked.”

Lin Fan reached up and tucked a strand of white hair that had fallen across her cheek behind her ear.

She glanced down at her own palm.

Fair. Delicate. Ten slender fingers.

It was entirely the hand of a well-cared-for young lady from a wealthy family.

“Come to think of it, ever since I fused with Bai Lu, it feels like I’ve been relying on Mental Strength to suppress everyone.”

Lin Fan muttered to herself.

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She recalled the terrifying physical attributes of nearly fifty thousand points on the panel.

And the Bronze Skin Iron Bone talent she’d gained after fusing with the Centaur Camio Skin-suit.

She was truly a close-combat tyrannosaur in the flesh.

Usually, to maintain her ethereal, fairy-like beauty image, she rarely engaged in hand-to-hand combat.

But today’s occasion—surrounded by enemies on all sides—was perfect for stretching her limbs.

Might as well keep her advanced combat skills from getting rusty.

“Forget it.”

Lin Fan withdrew the pressure radiating from her.

“Wasting my energy matching Mental Strength against you brainless machines.”

Hum.

The terrifying Bloodline Pressure that had weighed on the hearts of every Artificial Dragonkin and Gene Soldier vanished in an instant.

That suffocating, crushing heaviness was gone without a trace.

Even the air seemed to flow freely again.

“She’s dropped the pressure!”

In the control room, the adjutant shouted in surprise.

The general burst into laughter.

“Hahaha! Bluffing! She must be out of energy! There’s no way a peak Level 6 can sustain that kind of field indefinitely! All forces, attack! Tear her to shreds!”

With the general’s order.

The air-raid sirens in the plaza blared once more.

At the outer perimeter, thousands of ordinary Gene Soldiers raised their rifles and electromagnetic cannons.

In the innermost ring, the hundred Artificial Dragonkin shot forward like arrows from a bow, claws covered in scales slashing through the air, charging straight at Lin Fan, who sat on the stone block.

Auras of various Special Abilities intertwined in a blaze of light.

There was only one target.

That breathtakingly beautiful woman in the cyan hanfu.

Lin Fan slowly rose to her feet, slipped off her cloth shoes and stored them in the System Space, then stepped barefoot in her stockings onto the ground.

The moment the first Artificial Dragonkin’s claws were about to touch her face—

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She moved.

No Special Ability activated.

No mental defense employed.

She simply raised her right hand, curling it into a small, delicate fist.

Then, with casual ease, she swung it toward that peak Level 6 Artificial Dragonkin.

What did fifty thousand points of physical attributes mean?

An average adult male’s value was ten.

This punch contained pure physical strength five thousand times that of an ordinary person.

Boom!

The air was compressed to its absolute limit by sheer speed and force, erupting in a deafening sonic boom.

No flashy light effects.

Only pure kinetic force.

Lin Fan’s pale, petite fist slammed precisely into the Artificial Dragonkin’s chest.

Crack.

The sound of bones shattering.

That peak Level 6 monster, comparable to a humanoid armored vehicle, had the black scales on its chest blasted apart.

Its entire ribcage caved in completely.

The violent force punched straight through its body and out the back, carrying a visible white shockwave that sent three of its companions in the direct line behind it flying.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Four massive bodies hurtled backward like kites with snapped strings, slamming hard into the alloy wall a hundred meters away.

The wall fractured across a wide area.

Four Artificial Dragonkin embedded in the wall, mangled beyond recognition.

Instant kill.

The entire plaza fell silent.

The other Artificial Dragonkin, who had been about to charge, ground to a halt.

The Gene Soldiers at the perimeter forgot to pull their triggers.

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In the control room, the general’s manic grin froze solid.

“Wh-what kind of Special Ability is that?” the adjutant stammered.

“Why can’t we detect any Spirit Energy fluctuations?”

“That’s not a Special Ability!”

The general’s eyes were bloodshot.

“This is pure physical strength! How is this possible! How could her petite frame unleash power at this level!”

In the plaza.

Lin Fan slowly straightened herself up.

She stretched her fair arms, and a series of crisp cracks sounded from her joints.

“That punch was a bit too strong.”

Lin Fan shook her wrist.

“I almost tore the sleeve. I quite like this dress.”

She lifted her head.

A malicious smile curled on her stunningly beautiful face.

There was not a trace of divinity in those starry, swirling eyes—only pure Tyranny.

“Is this all the glorious federal capital can conjure up—these pieces of junk?”

Lin Fan stepped onto the cold ground, her feet clad in stockings.

If the stockings tore, she could simply change them, but if she used too much force and broke her shoes—those were one-of-a-kind!

She took a step forward.

The Artificial Dragonkin that had been snarling ferociously moments ago instinctively retreated a step.

The oppressive weight of pure power, even without releasing Bloodline Pressure, was enough to chill any creature to the bone.

“You lot.”

Lin Fan extended the index finger of her right hand and gave a slight beckoning motion toward the hundred peak-level sixth-tier monsters ahead, as well as the thousands of Genetic Troops surrounding them.

“Come at me all at once.”

“Your girl here wants to fight ten thousand of you.”