On Mount Olympus, the killing, dubbed "Clan Challenge", has begun, and one-on-one battles continue in the underground base located beneath the volcano.

"Come out...... Come out! You cowardly worm! ”

Marcus roared into the passageway separated by the broken walls, and began to search for enemy tracks in an area of street fighting that he knew all too well.

Hurting the most cherished Mary was an act that he could not tolerate at all. Marcus was well aware that "Maria" was nothing more than a resurrected shell of a war watcher, but even so......

"I'll kill you, put your leg on Maria's body!"

Driven by rage, Marcus smashed the wall in front of him and made his way across the battlefield at high speed, returning to where his wheelchair was. His mental condition, which was already unstable, had completely lost his mind at this time, but the "war instinct" he had cultivated on countless battlefields still made his body react instinctively and avoided the tripped trap set next to the wheelchair.

Relying on his indestructible steel skin, he kicked away the grenade hanging by the wall, Marcus looked at the fireball left by the grenade's volley, then stood in front of his wheelchair, neatly dismantled the two light machine guns on it, and tied them to his shoulders with ropes.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly noticed an inconspicuous dark light shining under the metal wheels of the wheelchair-

Marcus looked down at the location of the light, and came into view of a small glass bottle with a shattered top, which seemed to contain some clear liquid.

- Chemical weapons.

The moment he saw it, Marcus decided what the other man was trying to do. It's a pity that this kind of trick is not worth mentioning to him at all.

As a cyborg, Marcus has his own recyclable oxygen supply equipment, which will not affect the enemy even if he releases a high concentration of poison gas.

"Bugs, come out? How long do you think you'll be able to hide? ”

Marcus stepped forward with a sinister smile, looked down at the dirt beneath his feet, and like a "combat robot" with analytical abilities, he immediately saw the footprints of the enemy and quickly chased after them.

This battle-hardened warrior has long mastered the ability to determine the enemy's location by all means. Whether it's hidden footprints, tiny fingerprints, or distant voices, none of them can escape his eyes!

With a striking silver glow on his metal-covered face and eye sockets, Marcus followed the marks left by his enemies, raising his hand and smashing the wall around him with a single punch, along with a grenade hidden behind the wall.

Enemies seem to enjoy trapping and have a decent ability to create traps. However, judging from the workmanship of these traps, he probably didn't have too many materials on hand to set them.

What's more, this guy chose the wrong target to attack with a trap:

"It's boring, damn bug......"

Marcus cursed loudly and strode over a treacherous mine hidden in the dirt.

He was well aware that these traps could not do him any harm. But the instinct cultivated on the battlefield drove his body to constantly dodge these traps, regardless of whether those things had an effect or not, all of them were judged by his body to be "dangerous".

Bang!

A grenade exploded next to him, creating a large amount of smoke in front of Marcus, who had never seen anyone and had encountered a large number of traps, and his already bad mood became worse.

"Come out! You crumb! ”

Marcus roared and smashed through the walls around him, continuing to track the trail of his enemies, his body instinctively dodging backwards, avoiding a filament in his way.

Then, he realized that it was just a thin wire, and there were no traps connected to it.

- Is the other party fooling himself?

Realizing this, Marcus was in a worse mood. The anger boiling in his chest forcibly suppressed his body's instincts, and he rushed over with the traces, no longer caring about any traps.

Boom!

There was a loud bang, and there was an explosion less than two meters around him, and the fragments of the grenade grazed Marcus's skin, bringing out a few small white scratches, but that was all.

"Idiot, don't think this kind of thing can stop me!"

Marcus, who completely ignored the enemy's trap, strode forward, and a series of explosions occurred around him, but he could not be hurt in the slightest. He was very familiar with the area, and soon arrived at the clearing in the middle of the battlefield. And then—

Bang!

No sooner had his left foot stepped onto the clearing than his whole body was engulfed in a blazing fireball.

The indestructible steel skin of the body is insulated from the flames, fragments, shockwaves and heat of the explosion. Marcus, covered in a layer of flames, strode out of the fireball that had not yet cooled, like a mad god of war.

But Marcus soon realized that this time the enemy's goal didn't seem to be to kill himself, but something else—

“……”

The steel-cast "God of War" silently looked up at the "ceiling" of the underground base, only to see that the rocks above his head, which were already unreliable, had begun to tremble at this time, and some dust and fine gravel fell from time to time.

INTERVIEWER Could it be that the purpose of the explosion was to resonate with the top of the cave through the shock wave, thereby causing a large-scale collapse?

Marcus knew that after years of erosion, the stone walls at the top of this underground cavern had long since become overwhelmed, and many places were already very vulnerable, which was why the enemy had fallen here.

So, is that guy going to use the terrain to kill himself?

Thinking of this, Marcus also decisively turned around and rushed backwards, intending to leave this ghost place. Then, he noticed that the fragile "ceiling" at the top of the cave had begun to collapse at a terrifying rate, and the rubble and earth were pouring down like a waterfall towards his location!

"Despicable means......" Marcus scolded in a low voice as he ran away, "Are you a warrior like this?" ”

Two seconds later, a playful voice rang out: "It seems that we have a difference of opinion. I feel that only by making the most of anything to achieve victory is a true fighter. ”

Rumble!

A large amount of rubble poured down, bringing out a cloud of dust and smoke, like a huge sandstorm underground. Even though Marcus was very fast, he was still hit by a few stones, and there was a rare trace of fear in his consciousness that his heart had already "stopped like water":

If he was hit by those boulders, he would have to be reimbursed, and he would no longer be able to live with "Maria"!

"Ahh

Marcus howled loudly and sprang out like a rocket, and the labyrinth behind him began to crumble into rubble-covered ruins.