Chương 159: Objective: Kill

"HOW—?!?!?!?!"

In sheer rage at the continuous slipperiness of his opponent, Dae-Mon screamed out before transforming his limbs into a grotesque, violent mixture of forms: dangling, far-stretching chains with chainsaws revving at their ends, numbering in the dozens.

"Oh, shit," he mumbled, seeing this new alteration.

From every angle, the steaming, spinning saws flung and whipped around him, prompting him to evade with every ounce of strength and effort in his body before–SLICE.

"Ngh–!"

The element of the [Clutch Factor] could only reach so high, and last so long, before one of the visceral chainsaws reached him–slicing one of his hands clean off.

[Health -850 | 1100/3250]

His left hand was flung from his wrist as blood immediately geysered out from the new wound.