Tear A Path 212 Cooked From The Inside

Zhao Wei had already exhausted his cards, there was only so much he could have prepared for this match up.

And unlike the Jormugandr, Gary did not just fight like a mindless beast, moving forward with abandon.

In terms of strength she might be much weaker than the giant snake. But that one didn't have much going for it besides rushing into it's prey and swallowing everything up, which made it easy for Zhao Wei to prepare for her.

Gary on the other hand wasn't as simple minded as they thought. If he could pick, Zhao Wei would prefer a much stronger and faster enemy who didn't have any brains and technique.

But underneath all those muscles lied the personality and intelligence of a daughter from one of the most intelligent civilizations from their world.

Even while she obviously wasn't suited to combat, her brains and overwhelming strength made up for whatever she lacked in battle experience.

While all of them lacked serious injuries from this fight, they were all running on fumes just to keep themselves alive.

There was too many things they had to prepare for, some of which they didn't even know about before hand.

And Zhao Wei had nothing left in the bank. All his traps were used up, most of it in that fight against all those clones and the rest of it against her up till this point. Really, he never expected it to be of effect anyway as he prepared for a non-upgraded version of the hulking figure in front of him. Just being able to keep her down for this much time so the rest of them could have a breath was actually good enough for him, at least when they were all neck deep in the ground like whack a moles with her nice little mallet over their heads he could say he did everything he could.

They waited, and waited... and waited.

But in the end she didn't make a move, standing there like a statue. It took them a while to notice that her vacuum like breath had stopped. They closed in cautiously, the worst thing any of them could think of was dying because of a trick like playing-dead.

Zhao Wei came in first, inspecting her and looking at her face for any signs of life, which at this point was still non-existent. He gulped as he took the next step, at this point he was about a meter away from the body, reaching his hand out as he inched closer to touch her. If she decided to move at this point, her arm would be able to sweep his whole body up into her grip and fold him like an origami if she wanted to.

Finally His palm landed on her body which startled him because she was still alive, it was faint, but he could feel her respiration working just fine in there. But her body had definitely gone through a change. He'd been close up and personal with her, the last thing he would miss was the way her flesh felt, it was hard for sure, but it still retained some flexibility.

This time, there was a little bit of flesh that felt normal on the outside, but on the inside, he could feel a hard surface than ran along the whole of her body. Using Thirteen's blade he cut open a part of her until the knife stopped once it met the hard surface, as he pulled it out all of them could see a steel like section that now layered the inside of her body.

At that point her eyes snapped open and Zhao Wei almost ruined his pants or whatever was left of it for the first time after 19 years, 4 years if he counted that time he drank what his friends called "alcohol for beginners" but turned out to be absinthe which he only found out after waking up on his bathroom floor, he was just lucky he wasn't in someone elses bathroom floor like his freshman roommate who had a very good time explaining why he was there and trying to borrow a pair of pants.

She was definitely alive in there, her eyes moved to look at each of them, probably imagining how each of their blood splatters would look on the landscape, but like before she couldn't move. The explosive traps were more effective than Zhao Wei thought.

True, it wasn't strong enough to blow her flesh open, but that actually turned her insides into a furnace as the heat had nowhere to escape and instead cooked her insides into one big lump of metal. Her silver blood was actually millions of fine metal pieces that were so small it seemed to flow like liquid. The heat melted all of these into one single piece.