Chapter 159: Swamp Fire's Abilities Shock the Dream Weaver into Silence!
After a playful scuffle, Wild Demon Vine came to a halt. Before him, the plant person had retreated far behind Professor X's group, looking utterly pathetic.
Receiving the notification that Swamp Fire had been successfully unlocked, Zhou Mo was somewhat surprised yet delighted.
To his current self, unlocking Swamp Fire was almost inconsequential. But as the saying goes, even the smallest fly provides some meat.
"Let me experience if Swamp Fire is fun to play with."
With a sense of curiosity, Zhou Mo switched his state from Wild Demon Vine to Swamp Fire.
The transformation happened very quickly, almost in an instant.
Professor X was staring blankly at Wild Demon Vine, dazed with shock, when he saw Wild Demon Vinetransform into Swamp Fire.
At first glance, the change wasn't huge; both had botanical bodies and green coloring.
But looking closely, one could still find vast differences.
The most obvious change was that Wild Demon Vine's thick vines were gone. Swamp Fire looked more humanoid in shape, with no more flailing vines on its body, and it moved using two feet.
Another particularly noticeable point of change was that Swamp Fire possessed two eyes instead of Wild Demon Vine's single eye.
Professor X, still immersed in shock, froze.
The self-healing speed of Zhou Mo's Wild Demon Vinewas clearly stronger than that of Wolverine, who was famous for his abnormal self-healing ability!
Pulling his thoughts back, Professor X frowned in confusion.
However, what was this ability Zhou Mo was using now? Another form of Wild Demon Vine?
Wolverine didn't care about these details, still caught in the shock of Wild Demon Vine's powerful self-healing ability.
Two seconds!
Zhou Mo's ability needed only two seconds to repair a nearly completely damaged arm vine!
This had a shocking impact on Wolverine, who also possessed a powerful self-healing ability.
His self-healing ability was also amazing, but if he encountered an injury of this degree, in a better case, it would take several dozen seconds. In a worse case, it might take several minutes!
And that good buddy of his who wore a black and red uniform, carried two katanas on his back, and talked so much he could drive a person crazy—
Once his arm was damaged, even with his powerful self-healing ability, his repair speed would be measured in days!
That guy even had to wait for the hand to grow back!
Yet the self-healing speed of Zhou Mo's ability took only two seconds?
Wolverine, shocked beyond measure, gradually felt relieved after remembering Zhou Mo's strength to destroy the entire Universe.
It's reasonable... "A combination of Fire Man and Wild Demon Vine?"
Facing this unfamiliar ability, Stark also frowned. The red flower buds on Swamp Fire's shoulders and the flame-shaped crown on its head gave him an idea, leading him to believe that this was Zhou Mo using Fire Man while under the Wild Demon Vine ability.
Furthermore, Stark believed this was the only logical explanation.
After all, Zhou Mo already had one Wild Demon Vineability. Fighting a plant person again, could he possibly unlock another plant-based ability?
The answer in Stark's heart was certain: definitely not!
However, what Stark didn't expect was that to deal with a minor plant person, Zhou Mo had actually used dual abilities for the first time in a while?
His heart suddenly tightened; the answer was obvious.
He definitely didn't need to!
Then who was Zhou Mo using two abilities to deal with this time?!
Thinking of this, Stark became nervous again, feeling a strong sense of having to look after a gas tank.
Swamp Fire saw the plant person straighten his back again, regaining his fighting spirit. Feeling bored, he said, "Do you have anything to say?"
The plant person viciously wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and snorted coldly, "I will never collude with evil!"
With that, his body transformed into a plant form. The plant person leaped forcefully, pouncing with arms wide open.
"Hiss~"
Swamp Fire scratched his head and muttered, "Aren't you supposed to say 'I have nothing more to say, please act quickly'?"
As he spoke, Swamp Fire raised a hand, and a large amount of fire erupted.
This confirmed Stark's inner suspicion, making his body, already tense with anxiety, tighten even further, becoming increasingly nervous.
"Can spray fire? This must be a combination of Fire Manand Wild Demon Vine!"
While his heart was rippling with these thoughts, Stark's motor-mouth trait didn't forget to complain.
"Nothing more to say, please act quickly?"
"What does that mean? Is Zhou Mo rehearsing lines with the opponent?"
Boom~
The pouncing plant body slammed head-on into the raging fire; the outcome was easy to imagine.
In an instant, the plant body was massively burned and caught fire. Just the pouncing heat wave sent the plant person flying dozens of meters away.
Everyone watching was left speechless.
Zhou Mo is indeed strong!
Seemingly feeling the extreme pressure radiating from Swamp Fire, no one on the scene dared to go and rescue the heavily injured plant person.
Gradually, only Wolverine, who hated evil with a passion, gritted his teeth and stepped forward... In the vast depths of the Universe, it was pitch black and silent, as if there were no end. Odin stood amidst this vast starry sky, his eyes casually sweeping over the projection screen before him, but after just a glance, he quickly shifted his gaze elsewhere. For this incredibly powerful deity, even the blazing flames released by Swamp Fire could not arouse the slightest bit of interest or attention.
"Sigh..." Odin sighed inwardly and murmured to himself, "Exerting the powers of Wild Demon Vine and Fire Mansimultaneously not only fails to make enemies fear you, but instead makes them think you are becoming increasingly vulnerable, Zhou Mo." After saying that, he shook his head and stopped thinking about these trivial matters, instead focusing all his energy on the conversation between those spine-chillingly terrifying existences.
In fact, just as Odin thought, the other terrifying existences did indeed view Zhou Mo's behavior in that way.
"All of this has proven that without Superman X, Zhou Mo is nothing more than a weakling. He cannot serve as the true Supreme Being."
"OAA dying at his hands makes us feel it was a pity."
"So, hiss~~~ are you really planning to execute the plan and replace Zhou Mo?" Odin heard these words coming from Satan.
Immediately following was the cold voice of the Dream Weaver. There was no threatening content in the words, yet hearing them made one involuntarily shudder.
"My plan will definitely succeed."
This was not a threat, but contempt!
The kind of contempt for others as if they were nothing, coming from an absolute powerhouse!
Just the Dream Weaver responding to his own question was enough to scare Satan until his blood ran cold!
He had no doubt that if the Dream Weaver felt even a hint of displeasure toward him, he would be wiped out like sweeping away trash!
"Or..."
The chill intensified, and a threatening aura surged and overflowed.
"Do you think I cannot instantly erase Zhou Mo?"
Satan replied with a trembling voice, terrified: "No, I wouldn't dare! I would never dare to think that!"
The Dream Weaver withdrew the chill and nodded faintly: "Very well."
Hearing this brief dialogue, Odin sighed again in his heart.
"It is indeed so. If the Dream Weaver acts, Zhou Mo..." Looking back at the projection, Odin sighed once more: "He absolutely cannot block it."
"Then next, will the Dream Weaver find a way to form an alliance with the Celestial Race?"
While Odin was thinking this, his pupils suddenly constricted!
No, that's not right!
Wait!
The scene before his eyes made Odin's heart tremble along with it.
The Dream Weaver cannot erase Zhou Mo!
But his ability... how can this be!!!
Chapter 160: Zhou Mo Skill Shocks the Angel! The Creator's Mindset Collapses!
"Bang!" The roar of the revolver was ear-piercing in the open space. The.50 caliber heavy bullet, carrying a sharp whistle that tore through the air, slammed solidly through Swamp Fire's head!
A wound the size of a bowl instantly exploded, and pale green plant juices mixed with shattered tissue splattered out, sizzling as they hit the ground.
The entire field was dead silent!
All the Mutants were as if a freezing spell had been cast on them, their eyes bulging as if they were about to pop out of their sockets. Mystique subconsciously covered her mouth, her nails digging into her palms; Angel's wings froze in mid-air, forgetting even to maintain the rhythm of their flapping; the complex expression on Magneto's face completely solidified, replaced by an unbelievable dullness—he dared to manipulate metal to tear apart tanks, but he never imagined anyone would dare to fire a gun at Zhou Mo, let alone such a fatal shot!
"He's crazy! This guy is absolutely crazy!" Stark's mecha helmet popped open with a "click," the panic on his face nearly overflowing. He stared fixedly in the direction of Swamp Fire, his heart pounding wildly as if it were about to burst through his chest. He had been imagining the scene of the Wild Demon Vine repairing its injuries just now, but he hadn't expected such a subversive scene to occur!
Wolverine, with a cigar in his mouth, glanced sideways at Swamp Fire, his finger still on the trigger, but the composure on his face had long since vanished.
He could clearly feel the recoil of the bullet hitting the target and had seen the moment the bullet passed through the skull with his own eyes, but looking at the figure ahead now, cold sweat broke out on his palms. The bit of confidence he had that "it wouldn't really hurt him" was instantly swallowed by boundless confusion.
"This is a.50 caliber bullet... enough to shoot through an elephant..." Wolverine muttered to himself, looking down at the revolver in his hand and then up at Swamp Fire, his eyes filled with the bewilderment of someone questioning life. "A vital spot... I hit a vital spot! How could..."
The reason he dared to pull the trigger was, first, because he couldn't bear to see the plant person burned alive, and second, because he had personally witnessed the self-healing ability of Zhou Mo's Wild Demon Vine and felt that even if he were injured, he could recover quickly, thinking he could use this move to force Zhou Mo to stop.
But he never expected that the scene before him completely exceeded all his understanding of "self-healing"! Swamp Fire just stood there, and the head that had been blown through just now was now perfectly intact!
There was no slow healing process, no trace of tissue reorganization, not even a shadow of an injury—the moment the bullet passed through the skull, that bowl-sized wound was as if it had never appeared. The pale green plant body remained complete, and the Fire Crown on his head even flickered once, as if the gunshot just now was merely a passing breeze.
"This... how is this possible?" Stark shook his head blankly, subconsciously taking two steps forward, trying to see Swamp Fire's head clearly. "He didn't dodge at all! The bullet clearly hit! How can there be no injury at all?"
The Mutants, reacting belatedly, finally saw the blood drain from their faces, each one standing frozen as if struck by lightning.
Magneto, who had felt Zhou Mo's form was "not strong enough" just a moment ago, now had his Adam's apple bob, and cold sweat actually seeped from his back—he had controlled metal his whole life and knew the power of a.50 caliber bullet, but Zhou Mo's self-healing speed was actually so fast that it reached the point where "the damage was repaired before it could even take shape"!
"My God... this self-healing speed... is more than a hundred times faster than Wolverine's!" a young Mutantcried out in shock, his voice trembling.
Wolverine's pupils shrank even more, and the cigar in his mouth almost fell out. He knew his own self-healing ability all too well; if his head were pierced by such a bullet, even if he could survive, he would have to lie down for ten days to half a month. But Zhou Mo... didn't even have a 0.1-second pause!
"WTF... is this a freaking monster?" Wolverine swallowed hard, looking at the undamaged Swamp Fire, doubting his own self-healing ability for the first time.
In Deep Space, Odin's eyes went wide.
He had seen it clearly just now; the bullet had indeed hit, even leaving a momentary wound on Swamp Fire's skull, but that wound didn't even last for a single frame before it instantly recovered to its original state!
"It wasn't phasing! It wasn't dodging! It really completed the repair the instant the bullet passed through!" Odin's voice was trembling, his pupils contracting violently due to extreme shock. "This self-healing speed... has already surpassed the category of 'repair'; it's practically 'Reality Correction'!"
He had lived for thousands of years and seen countless powerful beings. Even the Celestials, who possessed cosmic-level vitality, could not achieve such terrifying instant healing.
This was no longer just "fast"; it was simply ignoring the existence of damage! Odin suddenly remembered the Dream Weaver's boast—"I can erase Zhou Mo in an instant."
But looking at it now, even if the Dream Weaver really could land a fatal blow, Zhou Mo would probably be able to complete the repair the moment the damage took effect. He simply couldn't die!
"This... how can he even be killed?" Odin sucked in a breath of cold air. The despair he had felt just now because of the Dream Weaver was instantly swept away by this subversive scene.
And in another part of the Universe, in the dimension where the Dream Weaver resided, the originally permeating cold atmosphere suddenly solidified.
Satan shrank his neck and peeked in the direction of the Dream Weaver, only to see this terrifying existence who claimed to be "able to erase Zhou Mo in an instant" now gritting his teeth, his face looking terrible to the extreme, and the space around him slightly distorting due to his anger.
"Erase in an instant?" Satan muttered in his heart. "Even if he really can be erased, would he just resurrect on the spot the next second?"
The scene of Swamp Fire's instant healing just now was like a thorn stuck in the Dream Weaver's heart.
The "instant kill" ability he was so proud of seemed to become meaningless in the face of such terrifying self-healing speed—you can blow through his head, and he can repair it the moment the bullet passes; you can tear apart his body, and he can reorganize before the fragments hit the ground; even if you can erase his existence, would he also be able to return the moment reality is corrected?
"Impossible... this is impossible!" The Dream Weaver's voice carried a hint of undetectable trembling. This was the first time he had ever doubted his own ability. He could distort time and ignore rules, but he could not stop an opponent who "could never die"!
He had originally planned to unite with the Celestial Raceto seal Zhou Mo's Superman X ability and then kill him in one blow. But looking at it now, even without Superman X, just with Swamp Fire's terrifying instant healing ability, Zhou Mo was almost an immortal being!
"Absorbing life energy + infinite instant healing..." The Dream Weaver's fists clenched until they creaked, and the haze around him almost turned solid. "This bastard... just how many trump cards does he have?"
Satan looked at the Dream Weaver's grim face and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He suddenly felt that perhaps Zhou Mo becoming the new ruler of the Universe wasn't such a bad thing—at least it was better than being ruled by the Dream Weaver. After all, although Zhou Mo was an eccentric, he didn't say he wanted to treat all living beings in the Universe as nourishment!
On Earth, Swamp Fire scratched his head, seemingly a bit confused by the gunshot just now. He looked down at his chest, then touched his head, and muttered, "Did something just fly over here?"
As he spoke, he looked up, his gaze falling on Wolverine, his brow furrowing slightly. "That cigar of yours has a pretty strong smell, and... why are you pointing a toy gun at me?"
"Toy gun?" Wolverine's mouth twitched, and he almost swallowed his cigar.
This was a revolver that could shoot through tank armor, and in this guy's mouth, it actually became a toy gun?
Stark held his forehead, completely speechless.
He understood it clearly now; Zhou Mo was simply invincible to the extreme. Never mind a.50 caliber bullet; even if a Nuke exploded here, it probably wouldn't hurt him in the slightest.
Seeing that Wolverine didn't speak, Swamp Fire turned his gaze to the dying plant person lying on the ground, a flash of boredom in his eyes.
He raised a hand and waved it, and a blast of fire shot out. However, it didn't hit the plant person directly but exploded beside him, forming a wall of fire that isolated him from the outside world.
"Fine, for the sake of your persistence, I'll spare your life," Swamp Fire said, his tone carrying a hint of charity.
After saying that, he turned to look at Professor X, his eyes lighting up. "Old Professor, are you really selling your wheelchair or not? I have cash here, and I promise to be honest and fair!"
Everyone: "..." So, that soul-stirring gunshot was just like an itch to you, and you're still thinking about someone else's wheelchair?
In Deep Space, Odin looked at Zhou Mo's money-grubbing appearance in the projection and suddenly laughed.
He was now completely at ease. With Swamp Fire's terrifying instant healing ability, even if the Dream Weaver united with the Celestial Race, they might not necessarily be able to do anything to Zhou Mo. "It seems this new cosmic order really will have to be set by this eccentric kid."
Odin shook his head, a look of relief appearing on his face.
Meanwhile, in the dimension where the Dream Weaverresided, the atmosphere remained heavy. Satan could feel that the Dream Weaver's anger was growing stronger, but within that anger, there was also a hint of undeniable helplessness.
"Is the plan... still continuing?" Agamotto asked cautiously, his voice as thin as a mosquito's buzz.
The Dream Weaver was silent for a long time before finally snorting coldly. "Continue! Even if he has instant healing, I don't believe the Celestial Race can't take down a mere Earthling!"
Though he said this, his tone lacked its previous certainty.
On Earth, Zhou Mo was still haggling with Professor X, Stark was venting his frustrations on the side, and the Mutants were still immersed in the shock of the instant healing.
As for Zhou Mo himself, he was still pulling and pushing with Professor X over a wheelchair. "Old Professor, just make it a bit cheaper. I saved up this money by painstakingly collecting scraps..."
Stark: "..." You're a being who can destroy the Universe, and you say you earn money by collecting scraps? Have some shame!
Chapter 161: The Unlock Condition for Ice Ghost Has Been Triggered!
Staring at the Wheelchair, Zhou Mo's eyes lit up with a faint glimmer, and he couldn't help but let out a soft snort in his heart.
"Heh."
What the hell does Stark know? Does he even know what an 'otto-exclusive Wheelchair charge' is?
Turning his head toward the asphalt road not far away, a scene of himself racing down in the Wheelchair had already surfaced in Zhou Mo's mind.
"Cool! otto! otto! So cool!"
...Meanwhile, in Deep Space.
The Dream Weaver's expression hadn't changed much, but his face was so solemn it looked like it was about to drip water!
If it were just a simple case of instantaneous wound healing, the Dream Weaver wouldn't have had any emotional fluctuations, let alone spare a glance at this Blood Ghoul!
What rank was he? In the end, he was nothing more than a Mutant with an extremely powerful self-healing ability!
In the eyes of a supreme being, this wasn't just weakness; it was simply beneath notice, completely unable to attract attention!
But!
This wasn't a simple Mutant; this was Zhou Mo! Zhou Mo, who was also a supreme being!
Even though he was reluctant and his heart was full of resistance, the Dream Weaver's mind involuntarily conjured a scene of himself fighting Zhou Mo.
Under that supreme-level self-healing ability, his attacks wouldn't just result in Zhou Mo instantly repairing his wounds—he wouldn't be able to cause any wounds to Zhou Mo at all!
It was entirely possible that the moment his attack touched Zhou Mo, the wound would be repaired just as it showed signs of being created.
Thinking about it, whether in appearance or feeling, the Dream Weaver didn't believe he could actually inflict damage on Zhou Mo!
As these thoughts inevitably crossed his mind, the Dream Weaver nearly ground his teeth to dust!
...Deep Space.
Subconsciously tilting his head to stare upward for a long time, Odin quietly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw no movement. He lowered his head, patted his chest, and whispered to himself with a hint of relief, "This should be over now, right?"
Whether it was the sudden appearance of the Dream Weaver or the Dream Weaver's plan to join forces with the Celestial Race for an expedition against Zhou Mo, both pieces of news were terrifying to Odin!
Once a fight really broke out... the consequences could be imagined even with one's heels!
If a winner were decided, that would be fine. Repairing the Universe would be a mere thought for either of them.
Perhaps countless cosmic beings wouldn't even realize what happened before the Universe was destroyed along with them. And before they could react, the Universewould be restored by the victor, and everything would return to normal.
Of course, for cosmic beings, they would not only be unaware but would also have no memories of being erased or resurrected.
But!
Besides a clear victory, there was another common ending that could not be ignored. That was...
Both sides suffering mutual losses!
Or,
Perishing together!
If that happened, the Universe would face an unprecedented catastrophe!
No existence could bear the consequences of a battle between those two!
By then, the Universe would be broken, countless lives would be extinguished, and all the survivors could do would be to flee in search of food.
But fortunately.
Odin, still patting his chest, glanced at the surrounding void again and let out a long breath of turbid air. A faint smile, like that of a survivor of a disaster, appeared on his face.
"The Dream Weaver has already seen Zhou Mo's Blood Ghoul ability; he should have given up on the idea of an expedition..."
As he lowered the arm he was using to pat his chest, Odin's muscles suddenly tensed to the limit.
He simply couldn't imagine!
How terrifying a supreme-level self-healing ability would be!
Just as Odin exhaled that breath of turbid air, the Dream Weaver's cold voice, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, rang out again in the Universe.
"In that case, wouldn't it be fine to seal the abilities of Superman X and the Blood Ghoul together?"
Hearing this, Odin looked up, his eyes wide and his face ashen.
He... he's still going to continue?!
Is this so-called position of OAA really worth starting a war over?!
"Anyway, for the Celestial Race, it's just a trivial matter." At the end, the Dream Weaver let out a flat yet utterly disdainful sneer.
"Heh."
After hearing this, Odin stood dazed for a few seconds and swallowed hard with great difficulty.
The moment he swallowed, Odin heard the sounds of others swallowing as well.
Other terrifying entities in the Universe were also trembling, but the one speaking was the Dream Weaver! In his eyes, those at the Skyfather or Single-Universelevel were no different from an ordinary human on Earth—they simply didn't exist!
They didn't dare to speak at all!
Thinking of the Celestial Race, Odin muttered blankly, "In fact, it really does seem to be the case..."
For the Celestial Race, who were skilled in creation, sealing the Blood Ghoul along with Superman X really did seem like a trivial matter.
Inevitably, Odin looked back at Zhou Mo in the projection. His heart twitched, and he screamed inwardly in despair:
I don't even care about my own life anymore! Is it really that hard to just have some cosmic peace?!
...On Earth.
Looking at Zhou Mo, who seemed very happy to have the Wheelchair even though they didn't know why, the group of Mutants still had traces of uncontrollable fear in their eyes.
"Sigh."
Stark looked away and sighed silently.
If it were before, he would have definitely thought that now was the time to unite all the superhumans on Earth.
With Zhou Mo here, doing so would be a breeze.
But now, compared to uniting all of Earth's superhumans to fight against a potential future alien invasion, Stark felt more and more that Zhou Mo was the greatest threat.
"Maybe I can use the Wheelchair as a conversation starter with Zhou Mo later?" Stark's brow quirked, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
He never thought a Wheelchair could become a topic of conversation.
"Wait!" Zhou Mo suddenly turned his head and looked at Iceman. "You can't leave!"
Iceman blinked blankly, a question mark slowly forming on his forehead.
"Why?"
Because.
Zhou Mo took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and said with a serious face.
The unlock condition for Ice Ghost has been triggered by you!