Divine Doctor's Harem

Chapter 668 The Warm-up Ends

The blue-eyed scientist stared at the data on his computer, wildly excited.

Five seconds!

It had been just five seconds from Caesar's complete transformation to the point where he had beaten Zhang Long like this, everything happening in the blink of an eye.

In the time it took for many to comprehend the situation, Zhang Long had transitioned from a position of advantage to being utterly dominated. In just five seconds, how could he possibly endure another twenty minutes?

Looking at the data and then outside at the villa's grounds, he had a wicked glint in his eye, as if he could already see the scene of Zhang Long's slaughter.

The title and name on the chest badge of the blue-eyed scientist read: "Head of the Doomsday Drug Research Department: Vincent."

As for the foreign scientists who had initially been concerned for Zhang Long's life, their badges read: "Researcher, Doomsday Drug Research Department: Morse."

Morse, watching Vincent's frenzied gaze, frowned even more deeply.

Following Vincent's orders, many people had already begun preparing tranquilizers, anesthetics, and stretchers. The laboratory beds had been cleared out, awaiting Caesar's successful killing of Zhang Long, so they could then put Caesar into a deep sleep.

"Haha, it seems our improvements to this drug have worked. When Caesar transformed earlier, he maintained some semblance of rationality and control over his body."

"Just now by the pool, we had a janitor specifically placed there, but Caesar completely ignored him, focusing solely on Zhang Long. It shows that he indeed has some degree of rationality."

"We've made a significant step in our research!"

"But this is not enough; we still need to observe Caesar's wildness, aggressiveness, and the extent of his newly revealed, most powerful strength."

"Although we've made significant progress, we still haven't made the Doomsday completely safe. We must keep working."

"Come, let's see how Caesar goes about his slaughter. Observe."

"As long as we can successfully research the drug, unimaginable riches and glory await us."

Inside the lab, aside from Morse, all the researchers were ecstatic and engaged in spirited discussions.

Morse, observing the reactions of everyone around him, felt a tinge of sadness. This group of people had studied the Doomsday for many years. While they hadn't succeeded yet, they had consistently pushed themselves closer to their goal.

Their obsession with their objective had caused them to view nothing beyond the Doomsday in their eyes. This included the lives of the innocent.

For the sake of their experiments, they could ignore the lives of the innocent, showing a complete lack of humanity.

Morse clenched his fists and felt a profound sense of discontent. He couldn't help but think of himself as complicit, working with these "demons" to research a weapon of extreme lethality.

Once the Doomsday was successfully developed, White Eagle Country would certainly deploy it in large numbers. Their soldiers' strength would skyrocket, and they would go on a rampage on extraterritorial battlefields. There was a possibility that their claws might extend to other countries, launching attacks and invasions, resulting in the slaughter of innocent civilians from other nations.

Thinking of this, Morse felt deep guilt and remorse.

He desperately wanted to destroy or stop this laboratory dedicated to researching lethal weapons. However, he couldn't and wouldn't do it.

Although this project was under Joseph's purview, it had long been marked by White Eagle Country's Department of War.

Most of the scientists here were employees of the Department of War, working for the War Department.

If he destroyed this place, it would mean he would be wanted by the War Department, and he would lose everything.

Sighing deeply, Morse put away his last trace of compassion and continued to record the data expressionlessly.

"Brother Wang, something's wrong! Uncle Long is getting beaten by someone. You...you must save him!" 

On the third floor of the villa, Liu Yifei saw Zhang Long being tossed around like a ball by Caesar, and she was filled with panic. She urgently held Wang Chao's hand, asking for his intervention.

Shen Bing also looked at Wang Chao with a worried expression, her eyes filled with concern and pleading.

Both of them felt that Zhang Long was no match for Caesar after taking the drug. They hoped that Wang Chao would intervene, stop the fight, and save Zhang Long's life.

Wang Chao drained the last of his beverage, his expression calm, and he casually said, "Why are you both so worried? Uncle Long hasn't unleashed his ultimate move yet."

"Ultimate move?" Shen Bing and Liu Yifei were taken aback.

"Uncle Long is a mature war-god-level expert. He has rich combat experience, and he's a dignified, resolute man."

Wang Chao nodded and said, "If he felt he wasn't a match, he would have surrendered a long time ago."

"But he's been beaten so badly, and he hasn't given up or asked me for help. It means he still has some cards up his sleeve, he hasn't lost yet."

"If I intervene at this point, it would be like disrupting his battle with Caesar. Uncle Long would resent me for life."

Hearing this, Shen Bing and Liu Yifei exchanged astonished glances.

Zhang Long had been beaten so badly, coughing up blood, and in this condition, it wasn't considered a loss?

Wang Chao put his drink bottle aside, appearing calm, and said, "Just wait and see. Uncle Long is about to counterattack."

"If everything goes as planned, Caesar will lose in a minute."

Shen Bing and Liu Yifei were even more astonished.

Not only were they surprised, but Joseph, who was standing nearby, was also taken aback.

Zhang Long had been rendered utterly powerless and was coughing up so much blood. By any measure, it was clear that Zhang Long wasn't Caesar's match.

Yet Wang Chao had asserted that Zhang Long would win. Wasn't this nonsense?

"Mr. Wang, does your friend still have some hidden cards?" Joseph curiously asked.

Wang Chao grinned mysteriously, "Even if I told you, you might not believe it."

"Mr. Joseph, go get another bottle of wine. The upcoming battle will be very exciting. Without wine, it won't be enjoyable."

Without hesitation, Joseph immediately walked back into the living room, retrieved a bottle of wine and glasses, pouring a glass for himself and another for Wang Chao, Shen Bing, and Liu Yifei.

Then, he took out his phone and instructed his subordinates to record this battle thoroughly.

Once all this was done, he fixed his gaze firmly on the battlefield where Zhang Long and Caesar stood.

He was eager to witness how Zhang Long would turn the tables.

On the grass, Zhang Long stood upright, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, took a few deep breaths, and calmed the turbulent Qi within him.

His eyes abruptly turned incredibly cold as he locked his gaze onto Caesar, saying, "Alright, the warm-up is over."

Zhang Long remained in place, flexed his body, and his eyes radiated confidence and coldness as he coldly stared at Caesar, who was walking towards him.

He didn't exude any overwhelming aura; everything remained as calm as before.

But with his eyes in this state, the previously arrogant and crazed blue Caesar seemed to sense danger and halted, becoming extremely vigilant as he watched Zhang Long.

"You can use performance-enhancing pills, so using a weapon won't be considered unfair."

Zhang Long suddenly unfastened his belt, and with a flick of his big hand, infused Genius Qi into the belt, making it taut like a sharp sword.

"Warm-up is over?"

"What does that mean?"

When Zhang Long uttered these words, many people at the scene were left bewildered.

In the laboratory, Vincent, Morse, and the others had their expressions sink upon hearing Wang Chao's words.

"Hehe, empty bravado, trying to intimidate Caesar? That's just a pipe dream," Vincent sneered.

In his view, Zhang Long's statement was nothing but a bluff. Regular people would surely be frightened, but Caesar had taken the banned substance. His rationality was only a tiny fraction, so he couldn't possibly be intimidated.

Morse frowned and said, "Boss, our monitors detected that this skinny monkey's blood flow is accelerating, his metabolism is increasing. Based on our machine readings, his strength is also increasing."

"By how much?" Vincent asked.

Morse looked at the data on the computer, his eyes becoming increasingly serious, and said, "Boss, take a look for yourself."

"All these skinny guys are so short; even if their strength increases, they're not a match for our noble White Eagle nobility. They'll surely be crushed by Caesar."

Vincent's gaze was disdainful and cold. He walked over, bent down to observe.

Once he saw the changes in Zhang Long's data, he couldn't continue with what he originally intended to say. He was left dumbfounded and exclaimed, "This... how can this be?"

Other researchers, upon hearing Vincent's astonished voice, rushed over to look as well. When they saw Zhang Long's data, their jaws dropped, and they were utterly dumbfounded.

The data changes were too horrifying!

Heart rate was gradually accelerating, muscle contractions, and blood circulation speed were increasing.

In just a short second or two, his data had become almost identical to Caesar's post-drug levels.

"How is this possible? Did he also take drugs?"

"No, he didn't take any drugs. He's concealing his strength!"

"Can you hide strength like that?"

"I don't know, but one thing is certain. His data is highly abnormal. It's already on par with Caesar in a matter of seconds. Vaguely, he might even surpass Caesar."

All the researchers stared at the data, their jaws almost dropping to the floor. They could barely believe their eyes.

"Is the machine malfunctioning?"

Vincent had an incredibly grim expression, finding it hard to believe everything he was seeing was real.

Just a moment ago, Zhang Long's data was much lower than Caesar's. And now, in just a few seconds, Zhang Long's data was on par with Caesar's. It was unbelievable!

"The machine is not malfunctioning because Caesar's data is also experiencing subtle changes."

Morse looked at Zhang Long's data and then at Caesar's data, lost in thought.

Three seconds later, he finally spoke of his conjecture. "Caesar is about to lose."

With nearly equal strength, similar speed, identical heart rate, blood circulation, and metabolism, the difference was one was calm and composed, and the other was frenzied and insane.

The result was clear!

"Roar!!!"

Just at that moment, the blue Caesar couldn't restrain his inner fury and madness any longer and let out a thunderous roar.

Zhang Long had transformed just now; his sharp gaze felt like it could pierce the soul, making him instinctively fearful, which is why he dared not approach.

However, Zhang Long had kept his eyes on him, making him increasingly uneasy.

Meanwhile, the side effects of the drug were taking their toll on him, driving him crazier and causing him to gradually lose his sanity.

In the next moment, he roared to the heavens, losing his sanity completely. His eyes became wildly frenzied, filled with murder and ferocity.

Boom!

A surge of blue steam billowed from his entire body, turning him into a blue monster that lunged at Zhang Long once again.

Fast!

This time, he was twice as fast as before, and in the blink of an eye, he was already in front of Zhang Long. His fist, containing destructive power, slammed toward Zhang Long.

The force of the punch was like a hurricane, causing intense pain.

Zhang Long's gaze remained calm and sharp. The belt in his hand, like a sword, suddenly vibrated.

They crossed paths.

Zhang Long was unharmed.

But a bloody, 30-centimeter-long wound had appeared on Caesar's arm, spurting blood in a shocking display.

Roar!

The injury made Caesar, who was already quite crazy, become even crazier. He roared and howled, attacking like a wild beast.

The two clashed again, and it was a fight that was hard to determine a victor.

However, this time, all of Caesar's attacks utterly missed. Either Zhang Long redirected them elsewhere, or he easily dodged them.

Boom, boom, boom!

Caesar's fist, which was the size of a fan, could shatter walls and create deep craters in the ground with each strike, displaying immeasurable power.

He fought like a beast, and his strength was terrifying.

Yet, no matter how powerful he was, if he couldn't land a hit, it was all in vain.

Zhang Long's footwork flowed gracefully as he evaded each attack. The belt in his hand, like a sword, left a bloody gash on Caesar with each strike.

Fast!

Ferocious!

Accurate!

He not only defended perfectly, but he also reaped rewards with each strike!

As time passed, Caesar's wounds multiplied. He seemed like a giant blood figure. His once furious and terrifying strength began to weaken, and he was now panting heavily.

Even with the enhancement of the drug, he couldn't withstand these attacks. 

Excessive blood loss made him progressively weaker. 

Five minutes later, his speed and strength had already diminished at least threefold. 

With his power decreasing and movements slowing, his breathing grew heavier, and sweat mixed with blood flowed down.

Zhang Long's gaze sharpened as he released a lightning-fast strike. 

Sword energy crisscrossed, slashing a wound seven centimeters deep and half a meter long across Caesar's chest. 

Following that, he concentrated all his strength into the belt-sword and hurled it. 

Thud!

The belt, like a sword, with the assistance of the raging Genius Qi, pierced through Caesar's left shoulder. 

The immense force sent Caesar's massive body flying far away, ultimately pinning him to the wall. 

Caesar let out an earth-shattering roar and struggled madly, but the more he struggled, the more pain he felt. He couldn't break free.