Even so, the Female Tyrant's struggling strength never seemed to diminish. It was clear that despite the continuous heavy hits, they had barely caused any real damage aside from some temporary dizziness. Not only that, but the right claw holding Chang Zitong also caused her to be thrown around violently, her head bashed open and her body covered in wounds. Blood poured out like it was free, staining the ground around the tyrant. The poor woman was already on the verge of death.
"Xu... Xu Mo..."
Just as Xu Mo was hesitating whether to continue his assault, Du Zhizhang's voice suddenly reached him from a distance. Weakly, Du raised his hands at his sides and, with great effort, managed to give him the middle finger.
Xu Mo couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, momentarily confused. How could Du have the energy to joke at this moment?
But before Xu Mo could reprimand him, their eyes met, and Du's gaze was so resolute that Xu Mo immediately realized that Du was sending him a vital message—one that might save Chang Zitong's life!
Without thinking twice, Xu Mo abandoned the idea of a sixth "Zero Eruption," quickly summoned the Spartan Short Sword with his left hand, and twisted his body backward, slamming the tip of the sword between the female tyrant's two buttocks.
"Dammit! For her sake, I'll be sleazy just this once!"
There's a joke circulating on the internet, joking that the "chrysanthemum" hole is the human body's most vulnerable point. Once something enters it, it causes extreme physical reactions, including stiffening, rapid heartbeat, intense pain, and even death in some cases.
Of course, this is just an internet joke, but the key point remains—despite the Female Tyrant's near-indestructible skin, she wasn't evolved to the point of being invulnerable there. While Du's comment was crude, it was the only method that could possibly save Chang Zitong under such deadly circumstances.
Xu Mo's strike with the Spartan Short Sword actually worked. The Female Tyrant, who had taken five "Zero Eruptions" without flinching, reacted instantly when the sword's tip penetrated. She roared low in her throat, clenching her buttocks with immense force, trapping the sword in place, preventing it from advancing any further.
Seeing that the tyrant was still gripping Chang Zitong and refusing to let go, Du Zhizhang, disregarding his current condition, shouted with urgency: "Xu... Xu Mo! Cough, cough... again!"
"Can't! It's too tight! I can't pull it out!" Xu Mo suddenly realized the absurdity of the situation, as if he were reenacting a classic dirty joke. But the current life-or-death battle left no room for humor.
Du Zhizhang's face turned red, and with all his strength, he yelled, "Idiot! Smash it in!"
In that moment, Xu Mo was struck with clarity—he immediately swung his "Demon's Hand," activating another "Zero Eruption" that hit the sword's hilt with full force.
"Ugh!!!"
Under the enormous force from the "Zero Eruption," the Female Tyrant could no longer hold onto the Spartan Short Sword. The sword suddenly plunged thirty centimeters into her body, and the agonizing pain made her emit a high-pitched, feminine scream unlike anything she had produced before. The windows of the cinema around them shattered from the sheer intensity of the scream.
Xu Mo gritted his teeth, enduring the disorienting sound, and rushed forward, grabbing Chang Zitong's ankle just in time before she fell off the rooftop, pulling her back. Without a second thought, he pulled out a shard of the Apocalyptic Fragment and pressed it against her wound without even looking at it.
"Chang Sister, heal up quickly and go treat Du Ge—he's almost done for!"
Though the Spartan Short Sword had hit her in a sensitive spot, it hadn't inflicted any lethal damage. After forcing the sword out with her muscular strength, the tyrant slowly got up. Her bloodied face began to heal rapidly, and within moments, it returned to its previously pristine but lifeless expression.
Once again, she was restored—completely unscathed.
Xu Mo, even with his enhanced physique, was breathing heavily from the continued intense battle. He had no idea how long this fight would last. His one reliable weapon, "Zero Eruption," had barely a handful of uses left. And if he couldn't land a killing blow, even with his endless "Zero Eruptions," this battle could drag on in a never-ending stalemate, achieving nothing.
But how could one possibly land a killing blow on such a tank-like monster?
Xu Mo's peripheral vision scanned the corner of the rooftop, where over a hundred trembling men, women, and children huddled. His gaze fell on the Spartan Short Sword behind the tyrant, and a bold plan began to form in his mind.
It was a gamble—a life-or-death chance, but it was the only opportunity he had left.
Grinding his teeth, Xu Mo suddenly dashed toward the Female Tyrant. He rolled sideways, narrowly avoiding the tyrant's clawed strikes, and lunged forward, grabbing the Spartan Short Sword from the ground.
Perhaps it was because of the painful memory the sword left on her, but when the tyrant saw Xu Mo reaching for the sword, she instinctively clenched her buttocks. Her bloodshot eyes widened, and in a berserk fury, she launched herself at him, her claws tearing through the air.
The giant claws, glinting with a metallic sheen, rained down around Xu Mo, causing debris to fly and making it difficult for him to see. The entire rooftop looked like a massive beehive, with holes the size of wine glasses peppering the surface.
Taking advantage of a brief opening as the tyrant turned, Xu Mo's "Demon's Hand" shot out, forming a giant blue claw, slapping the tyrant and sending her stumbling backward. With a loud roar, Xu Mo launched himself into the air, grabbing the Spartan Short Sword in his left hand, aimed at the tyrant's blood-red eyes, while his right fist smashed down on the sword's hilt with a "Zero Eruption!"
The tyrant, sensing the danger, tried to evade by swiveling her head to the side, while her right claw shot toward Xu Mo.
Thud! Crack!
The Spartan Short Sword pierced the tyrant's skull, but at the same moment, her claw slammed into Xu Mo, sending him flying. Despite using "Immovable as a Mountain," much of the force still battered him, blood spraying from his wounds. It felt as if his internal organs had been shattered.
Due to the tyrant's swift reflexes, the sword didn't strike as Xu Mo had hoped. It lodged just beside her temple, not deep enough to kill but still embedding deeply enough to be a threat.
As the tyrant reached for the sword lodged in her head, Xu Mo, ignoring the pain and his internal injuries, twisted his body midair and landed, using the recoil from his "Zero Eruption" to spring toward her again.
He knew that if the tyrant pulled the sword out and dropped it, his chances would be lost.
But the distance was too great. Even with the boost from "Zero Eruption," Xu Mo couldn't reach her in time.
Was there no hope left?
In that desperate moment, a dark, long-handled war hammer swept past the tyrant's ankle, catching her off guard. She staggered back, unable to maintain her balance. From above, Chang Zitong, falling like a comet, delivered a flying kick to the tyrant's chest. With a swift motion, she trapped the tyrant's claws under her armpits and yelled to Xu Mo: "Stop dawdling! Hurry up and do something!"