Chapter 1307 Injured

Noviski and Lampard, who were nearby, were greatly encouraged. They had witnessed the power of Ye Bufan's sword, which had shattered the alloy gate, but it posed no significant threat to perfect no. 1. This showed how successful they had been.

"Alright, we've played enough. Now it's time for you to experience the power of perfect no. 1."

After Viera finished speaking, he waved his hand, "Kill him!"

perfect no. 1, which had been on the defensive, immediately launched an attack on Ye Bufan upon receiving the order.

It moved its feet, and its whole body shot out like a cannonball, at an astonishing speed. At the same time, its fists, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound, smashed towards Ye Bufan's face.

Ye Bufan was startled. This guy's speed was too fast! In a hurry, he moved his mind and directly used Teleportation to dodge.

But just as his figure appeared thirty meters away, perfect no. 1 followed like a shadow, appearing before him again.

Damn it, this guy's speed is too fast! It's almost as good as Teleportation.

The most crucial point was that his Teleportation required True Qi as support, and there had to be a certain interval between two uses. Although this time was very short, it was still necessary.

However, this guy in front of him relied entirely on physical instinct, requiring no recovery time or intervals. He could use it continuously without limit.

In desperation, he could only swing the Dragon Tooth in his hand to meet the attack.

Facing the sharp Dragon Tooth, perfect no. 1 showed no sign of retreating. One fist slammed towards the blade, while the other fist smashed towards Ye Bufan's chest.

Fist and blade collided. As before, although it broke through its defense, the damage was not significant, and it healed again in the blink of an eye.

And its fist, smashing into Ye Bufan's chest, was like a heavy hammer, directly sending him flying dozens of meters away.

Ye Bufan coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood. This was the first time he had been injured since receiving the Dragon King Palace Legacy.

This guy in front of him fought with a complete disregard for his own life, completely ignoring his attacks, which caught him off guard.

At this moment, perfect no. 1 was like a machine running repeatedly, with no intention of stopping. After a successful blow, it immediately launched a second attack, appearing before him in an instant.

"Damn it."

Ye Bufan gritted his teeth and directly used his strongest trump card, the Divine Soul Blade.

Since taking the Divine Essence Pill refined by Canyang Old Ancestor, his Mental Energy was extremely powerful, comparable to a Cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm.

Coupled with the Divine Soul Blade, a unique Mental Energy attack method, he could completely achieve cross-rank kills.

But he quickly realized that this method had no effect on perfect no. 1. When the Divine Soul Blade was used, the opponent was not affected at all, and its speed even increased slightly.

He then realized that this guy was just a biochemical human, with no Soul existence and no Mental Energy, so the Divine Soul Blade's attack method had no effect on him at all.

But by the time he reacted, it was too late. perfect no. 1 came forward and delivered a powerful, heavy punch.

In desperation, Ye Bufan could only raise his right arm to meet it. With a crack, the punch actually broke his arm in two.

Ye Bufan let out a muffled groan. He had been injured twice in two exchanges; he had never been so miserable since his debut.

This guy was really too strong. Even with all his trump cards, he couldn't do anything to him.

"Ye, just wait to die."

Seeing this scene, Viera laughed wildly with immense satisfaction.

"Run!"

Ye Bufan shouted to Noviski and the others, then sped away into the distance.

Since fighting wasn't working, he could only think of other methods.

"Trying to run? It's not that easy. Chase him!"

To complete Carlos's plan, Viera naturally wouldn't let Ye Bufan leave easily. He commanded perfect no. 1 to chase after him.

One in front and one behind, both moved at astonishing speeds, almost disappearing from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

Noviski looked at Feili: "Young Miss, what should we do?"

"Hurry and chase after him to see if we can help. Dr. Ye has helped us so much; we can't just stand by."

After Feili finished speaking, she ignored the others and strode off in the direction Ye Bufan had disappeared.

The others did the same. They didn't care about the golden staff anymore and followed closely, rushing in that direction.

However, their speed was too slow, and they couldn't see the two figures at all.

Lampard looked at Viera: "Boss, what is the control range of perfect no. 1?"

"Don't worry, an area of 100 kilometers is our coverage range. They can't escape the Death Grand Canyon."

Viera had a triumphant look on his face. He considered this a complete success. Next was to kill Ye Bufan and then await Carlos's reward.

On Ye Bufan's side, he quickly disappeared into a dense forest. His Divine Sense scanned the surroundings, and there was no one else following, only perfect no. 1 close behind.

He stopped, turned his head, and smiled slightly, reaching out to reattach his broken arm.

perfect no. 1 was just a biochemical human, without any thoughts of its own, acting entirely on the command of its chip.

Seeing its target right in front of it, it didn't hesitate and pounced again.

Ye Bufan's figure flickered and disappeared from his original spot, finally appearing behind perfect no. 1.

This time, he didn't use any attack methods. Instead, he clasped his hands together and directly embraced the opponent around its waist.

perfect no. 1 was about to resist, but just then, the two figures suddenly disappeared from their original spot.

In the underground base, Viera and Lampard sat in front of the large screen. perfect no. 1's eyes were like two high-definition cameras; everything it saw would be reflected on the large screen through its chip.

Seeing Ye Bufan being caught, the two were delighted, eagerly anticipating the scene of his demise.

However, then the opponent disappeared, and immediately after, the large screen showed static, with no image whatsoever.

"What's going on? Technician, what went wrong?"

Viera shouted in dissatisfaction.

Beside the large screen, a dozen technicians were furiously operating keyboards, but after a long time, there was still no sign of improvement.

A technician in his fifties or sixties, covered in sweat, came over and said, "Boss, I don't know what's going on, the signal is gone, we can't contact perfect no. 1."

"Can't contact it? How is that possible?"

Viera slammed the table, "Didn't you guarantee me that as long as it's within 100 kilometers, we can always establish contact? Why did we suddenly lose contact?"

The technician awkwardly said, "Theoretically, that's how it is, but we don't know what happened."

Viera roared in anger, "Useless! Something must have gone wrong. Fix it for me, the sooner the better!"

"Yes!"

The technician responded and ran back to work.

Lampard said somewhat nervously, "Boss, do you think something unexpected happened?"

"It shouldn't. perfect no. 1's defense is super strong. Even if we lose contact, the opponent can't do anything to it."

Viera's words were meant for both Lampard and himself.

perfect no. 1 could be said to be the masterpiece of this underground base, costing immense amounts of money and resources.

If successful, his future was limitless; if he failed, Carlos would definitely not let him go.