Chapter 682: Fang Mo is truly Angry

Chapter 682: Fang Mo is truly Angry

"Wait, Fang Mo!"

Hearing Fang Mo's indifferent words, Logan's heart sank.

In fact, after spending some time with Fang Mo, Logan had a general understanding of his temper. He could sense that Fang Mo was truly angry at this moment.

But it wasn't until he turned around and looked at Fang Mo.

Facing those cold, terrifying eyes, shimmering with divine silver light, Logan realized one thing clearly.

The current situation...

Might be worse than he imagined.

At that moment, Logan suddenly felt that the person before him had become extremely unfamiliar, as if something else had replaced his essence. Beneath this human shell, something incomprehensibly terrifying seemed to be awakening.

Driven by his beastly instincts.

Logan felt a strong unease that made his hair stand on end.

"Hey, wait a minute..."

Logan tried to suppress the tingling sensation in his scalp and attempted to say something: "Fang Mo, what... what's going on with you?"

"..."

However, Fang Mo ignored Logan.

At this moment, he was staring with a terrifying gaze at a mutant not far away.

Perhaps others didn't recognize him, but Fang Mo had a vague impression of this guy. His name seemed to be Jason Stryker, General Stryker's mutant son, whose abilities were similar to Professor X's telepathy.

But unlike Charles's memory probing.

Jason was known as the Master of Illusions, which made his abilities self-explanatory.

It's worth mentioning that his illusions were somewhat special, seemingly not mental attacks but more like mirages, making them difficult to defend against.

Initially, Fang Mo didn't take this guy seriously.

After all, he wasn't afraid of the Sharingan; he was an expert in illusion manipulation.

But to Fang Mo's surprise, he actually fell for it. In that instant, his mind was filled with images that shattered his defenses.

Of course, illusion attacks aim for the most vulnerable or cherished parts of the enemy's mind. So, what did Fang Mo care about? Nothing more than Xiao Yao, Ah Xue, and his family on Earth, right?

Fang Mo couldn't understand the mechanism of Jason's illusion abilities.

He could feel that the other hadn't read his mind, but those images indeed hit him hard.

It was as if his subconscious's most unwanted scenes were all picked out and manifested for him to see.

To be honest, when Fang Mo saw his whole family... along with his little partners all dead.

He truly couldn't control his inner malice. This was far more offensive than someone directly insulting his parents. At that moment, he almost wanted to destroy everything, regardless of mutants or humans... innocent or not, all of them be damned. Everyone here would have to die with him today.

But luckily, Logan's words.

Calmed Fang Mo down a bit.

Though he regained some sanity, he was still extremely angry.

Even if Fang Mo knew it was all an illusion, he couldn't tolerate it. In fact, he didn't want to endure it at all. The anger in his heart was about to explode.

To be honest, Fang Mo truly considered Logan a good brother.

If it were anyone else.

Be it Charles, Erik, or other original X-Men... Fang Mo wouldn't hesitate, starting with a Super Shinra Tensei to clear the field, and reviving them after he cooled down.

"Logan."

Thinking of this, Fang Mo spoke.

"What's up?" Logan responded with concern, "I'm listening, are you okay?"

"I'll give you five minutes... no, three minutes."

Fang Mo said slowly, his gaze never leaving Jason: "Take them and leave quickly, this time I'm really going to unleash a big one."

"Wait, you..."

Logan seemed to want to say something, but just as he opened his mouth, a hand pressed firmly on his shoulder.

Logan turned to look.

And found it was the pale-faced Darwin.

"...Aren't you black?"

Logan was puzzled. Yes, Darwin was actually black, but now he seemed so frightened that it was as if his race had changed.

"Uh, Fang Mo..."

After stopping Logan, Darwin did not speak to him. Instead, he anxiously began discussing with Fang Mo: "We will leave here, but... that X-Wing is damaged. We've been friends for decades, can you help us one more time?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Fang Mo frowned.

Charles was silent for a moment, then urgently looked at his old friend: "Erik, faster!"

Magneto didn't speak, but the flying speed of the group increased.

The whistling wind was painful against their faces.

The scene shifted back to the inside of the cerebro machine within the dam.

"Hehehe..."

Facing Jason, Fang Mo inexplicably began to laugh.

"..."

Jason remained expressionless, his eyes moving faster. He realized the severity of the situation and wanted to beg for mercy, but he could only move his eyes and could only plead through illusions.

However, it was clear that Fang Mo would not give him the chance to create any illusions.

After all, if one is bitten by an ant while playing with it, the next move is to crush it underfoot.

"Like playing with illusions, huh?"

Fang Mo walked slowly towards Jason, grabbed him by the throat, and lifted him out of his wheelchair: "You like playing like this? Fine, let's see whose illusions are scarier, yours or mine..."

With that, Fang Mo punched Jason.

Fang Mo's terrifying strength created a gaping wound in Jason's stomach, blood oozing from his mouth and nose.

It was evident that this was a common issue for psychic mutants.

Their physical bodies were too weak.

After the punch, Jason felt he was about to die, his consciousness starting to fade.

Yet, oddly enough, he felt a sense of relief.

He had been in pain due to the surgeries, unable to feel anything from his body, not even pain. So, Fang Mo's punch didn't hurt him.

In a way, Jason was glad he might die this way.

But just as he thought this, he was surprised to see Fang Mo pull out a golden apple, crush it into mush, and stuff it into his stomach wound.

"???"

Jason was dumbfounded.

The next moment, with a gruesome sound of flesh twisting, he was shocked to find he could feel his body again, and foreign objects were being expelled from it.

Metal pins, tubes, and stitches were all forced out, falling to the ground. Jason felt a strange surge of strength, as if his body had suddenly become much stronger.

Even the wound in his stomach had healed.

"This... is..."

Jason was stunned. He didn't understand why this was happening or why Fang Mo was doing this.

The next moment, Fang Mo punched him again.

Though Jason's body felt stronger, it was still as fragile as paper against Fang Mo's fist, creating another hole.

This time, the pain was excruciating, spreading throughout his entire body.

"Ahhh!!!"

Jason screamed in agony.

Fang Mo pulled out another apple, this one more radiant, and repeated the process, crushing it into his stomach.

With the hand inside the wound, Jason felt his organs being shredded, the sharp pain attacking every nerve.

But it wasn't over.

Before Jason could recover, Fang Mo shoved a pale pink crystal into his healing wound.

The wound tore open again.

Jason screamed in agony once more.

"Stop! Please stop!"

He finally couldn't bear it, pleading: "I was wrong, I shouldn't have... those illusions... but it was my father's order! You should go after him!!"

"Oh, don't worry about that."

Fang Mo smiled calmly: "Your whole family will die today."

"What?"

Jason looked at Fang Mo in shock, seeing him smile as he spoke terrifyingly.

"You think you can offend me and live?"

~~~

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