Mawson's right arm swelled instantly, and it was thick enough to match the thigh of an ordinary adult.

The skin of the arm turned blue-gray and was covered with layers of bone like an insect shell, which encased Mawson's arm like a suit of biological armor.

In the world of Skull Island, Mawson's right arm devoured the biological cores of many monsters, and his abilities were greatly improved.

It's a pity that the level of the parasitic beast is too low, and the transformation efficiency is extremely limited, otherwise, this right hand of Mawson alone would have the confidence to hang Wilde.

Mawson didn't know Wilde's true strength, but he could feel that even if his qualities had improved to the extent that he was in front of him, he still felt an inexplicable unease when facing Wilde.

It's as if mortal danger is about to strike at any moment.

Mawson seized the opportunity, and as soon as he made a shot, he exploded with all his strength, slamming his right foot on the ground. All the power in the body was twisted into a rope, constantly stacked upward, and finally burst out with the help of the power of the parasitic beast in his right hand.

The Fallen Blade in his hand is not fast enough to catch at all.

Before the sound could be heard, the knife had already slashed at Wilde's chest!

Click!

With a soft thud, Wilde's body flew out of the hole above like a cannonball, faster than it had come.

Immediately after, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground was heard on the ground in the distance.

By the time Mawson jumped out of the hole, smoke billowed not far away, and half of Wilde's body was embedded in a rock.

"It's so dangerous!"

Wilde looked up, his eyes mixed with a hint of admiration, palpitations, pain, and doubt.

"You almost made it."

He stood up, the clothes on his chest shattered, revealing half of his inner armor, which was covered in fine lines like cobwebs.

As he moved, a series of crunching thumps coalesced, and layers of armor cracked and cracked from his chest.

"If it weren't for this company-rewarded trigger-type anti-shock defense armor, even if I didn't die with that knife just now, I would have been seriously injured!"

There was obvious fear in Wilde's eyes, which could not be blamed for his carelessness, a Yuan energy warrior whose strength was only at the peak of the second energy level, and he was beaten to a serious injury and near death.

Who would have thought that in just an instant, he would have a physical fitness that was close to him, or even stronger than him, and had the terrifying strength to seriously injure him or even kill him.

It doesn't make sense at all.

"How the hell did you do that?"

Wilde looked puzzled, "I can't be mistaken, just less than a minute ago, you were just a weak chicken who could be pinched to death by me at will!" ”

Mawson paid attention to the progress of the upgrade in his left arm while delaying time with Wilde, "You want to know?"

"If I told you that this is my chimeric genetic ability to influence other people's perceptions, would you believe it?"

Wilde tore his torn combat uniform to shreds, revealing a body cast of steel.

In the center of his chest was a triangular glowing yellow energy battery, and both of his arms had been repurposed, and the metal structure not only covered the entire arm, but also spread down the shoulders to half of his chest.

When the arm moves, there is no sound of mechanical turning, but it is as smooth as real flesh.

Wilde's modified prosthetic leg was noticeably more advanced than anyone Mawson had seen before, and where it intersected with normal muscles, it wasn't even discernible that it was excessive.

It was as if part of his body was made of steel muscles.

"Do you think I'll believe what the enemy says?"

Wilde spoke lightly, but noticeably heightened his vigilance, and the pupils in his eyes shot a silver light, as if analyzing something.

This guy is not only powerful, but also extremely cautious, and is the strongest Mawson has ever met.

This battle won't be easy!

"Boy, you have successfully aroused my curiosity, and I am more curious about the secrets contained in you than about that box of goods!"

Mawson had thrown the empty box out in order to distract Wilde, and Wilde did delay some time in catching the box, but apparently he now knew that the box didn't contain what he wanted.

With his feet apart, he struck a fighting starter, his chest shining brightly, and his two iron fists crackled with a burst of lightning, and a ball of purple sparks exploded.

"After delaying for so long, are you waiting for help?" Wilde said suddenly.

Mawson was slightly stunned, "You know I'm stalling for time?"

Wilde's pupils shot a cold look of indifference, and he raised his head slightly, his face full of indescribable pride.

"Of course I do."

"But so what?"

"Weak chickens are always weak chickens, don't say that you are a weird third-level peak, that is, a fourth-level guy, I haven't killed it!!"

Mawson's heart sank slightly, feeling the pressure coming from Wilde's body, he didn't know if this was a deliberate psychological tactic used by Wilde, or if it was really his temperament.

Click! Click!

The upgrade of the left arm was finally over, and Mawson instantly equipped it, accompanied by a sound of metal colliding, and the steel hand, which was a full circle thicker than before, showed its hideous face for the first time.

Different from the original streamlined style, the upgraded metal left arm is much larger, and the huge size brings stronger endurance and explosiveness.

The structure is also completely different from the original arm, and it is impossible to judge whether it is good or bad, but it is obvious that after being promoted, Mawson will be stronger!

Wilde's posture made him very cautious, this was not a reckless man who only used brute force and only knew how to frantically pile up data.

So Mawson's attack must also be more cautious.

In previous battles, he used his strength to convince people and only need to crush the past to easily solve the opponent, but in fact, after so many years of practice, Mo Sen's sword skills are definitely worthy of everyone.

He held the knife in both hands, and his feet were lightly tapped, looking less violent than the previous attacks, but in the elegance there was a sense of murder.

In an instant, Mawson appeared beside Wilde, and the Blade of the Fallen in his hand approached Wald's side at a strange angle, straight to his throat!

"He's a master!"

Wilde let out a low snort, a cloud of sparks erupted between his hands, and Mawson only felt the long knife in his hand being pulled by an inexplicable force.

This force was not stable, and as soon as he adjusted, his strength changed instantly, swaying from side to side, making people uncomfortable to death.

When Mawson relied on his strong control to adjust again, Wilde's traction also changed again.

This time, before Mawson could get used to it, Wilde's right hand slapped on the knife, and at the same time his body took a half-step forward, and clusters of spikes suddenly sprang out from his shoulder, slamming into Mawson's chest.

It was too late for Mawson to defend again at this time, and he raised his left hand and completed the transformation in an instant.

Boom!

The spike on Wilde's shoulder slammed into Mawson's left hand, which had been transformed into a shield, and Mawson stepped back.

But he only took half a step back, twisted his body, and slashed again!