I am the Clone of a Death Row Inmate

After all, his physical body was already Legendary-tier. Even before any amplification, his Spiritual Power was nearing the Legendary level, and his skill levels were no weaker than a Legendary-tier powerhouse’s.

Most of his skills were Tier 5 or higher, and he even had a number of Tier 6 skills, along with several Divine Skill Prototypes. In terms of sheer quantity of skills, he even surpassed a Legendary-tier powerhouse.

Therefore, facing the Pope, whose aura was clearly unstable, Su Ze felt a degree of confidence.

Seeing Su Ze charge straight for the Pope, Deng Sui and Pulamon were both stunned. ’What is going on? Whose side is he on?’

Of course, Su Ze knew he needed a just cause. He let out a roar that echoed for miles:

”Pope! You are unrepentant and harbor sinister intentions! How dare you collude with the Filth Earth Organization! You are courting death!”

The clueless crowd of onlookers in the distance had a sudden realization. ’This Pope is a real piece of work! He actually colluded with the Filth Earth Organization, planning to pincer attack the Legendary Deng Sui with their powerhouses!’

’Thank goodness Venerable Su Ze stepped in!’

’Venerable Su Ze hates evil as if it were his mortal enemy. To protect the Legendary Deng Sui, he’s willing to risk his own life, using his Venerable-level strength to stop the Legendary-tier Pope. It’s truly admirable!’

For a moment, many people were deeply moved, their eyes welling up. For the people of the Lin Hua Continent, for the sake of striking down evil forces like the Filth Earth Organization and the Evolution Divine Teachings, Venerable Su Ze had cast aside all thought of his own life and death.

It was no wonder the people so easily believed Su Ze. After all, a recent flood of news reports had already slapped the ”villain” label on the Evolution Divine Teachings.

Now that the Pope had appeared, everyone’s natural first impression was that he was a bad guy with ill intentions.

Su Ze, on the other hand, had always maintained a positive image. He had just publicly killed three enemy Venerable Powerhouses, so he wore the ”good guy” label.

When a good guy calls a villain a bad person, no one doubts it.

With just a little more prodding from Su Ze, the entire populace naturally took it as truth, believing the Pope and the Filth Earth Organization were birds of a feather.

Forget the clueless onlookers; even the members of the Filth Earth Organization were staring in astonishment.

’What?’

’We’re cooperating with the Evolution Divine Teachings?’

’When did that happen? The higher-ups are keeping a really tight lid on things. We didn’t hear a single word about it.’

Even the Filth Earth Organization’s Venerable Powerhouses were suspicious. They glanced at one another, wondering if anyone else could confirm the news.

Venerable Deng Sui opened his mouth as if to say something, but nothing came out. What could he say?

’That the Pope was here to help him? That the Pope was a good guy?’

’How would he know? Who would believe him?’

How could he be sure that someone who was labeled a villain—the ”evil cult leader” in the eyes of the public—was actually here to help him?

It made no sense.

As for Pulamon, he was even less likely to say anything. Although he didn’t know what Su Ze was trying to do, he was happy to have one less opponent.

And there was even less need to mention the Pope. No one would listen to or believe anything he said, and it certainly wouldn’t make Su Ze go any easier on him.

He knew Su Ze was doing this on purpose.

Thus, he had no choice but to fight.

”Su Ze, I’ve let you escape a few times, but your luck has run out.” The Pope changed direction, taking the initiative to charge Su Ze.

Su Ze swung his great hammer right at the Pope’s bald forehead.

The Pope’s arms suddenly swelled, instantly elongating into massive limbs over ten meters long and thicker than an elephant’s legs. He attempted to catch the head of Su Ze’s descending hammer.

But he had clearly underestimated Su Ze’s strength. SPLAT! He was smashed flat. His fatty flesh split open, revealing glistening white meat underneath—no organs, no bones, and no blood.

Su Ze frowned. The sensation from the hammer strike was bizarre. It felt like he’d struck a ball of rubber—springy, soft, and so elastic it had nearly sent his great hammer recoiling.

The moment he lifted his hammer, the Pope, who had been smashed into a meaty pulp, revived on the spot.

’Looks like physical attacks alone won’t kill the Pope.’ While remotely electrocuting a Defiler to sustain his Bloodthirsty skill, Su Ze gathered the electrical energy within his body, shooting two currents as thick as waterfalls from his eyes.

The Pope was bathed in the electric current. Smoke rose from his body, carrying the scent of sizzling grease. Yet he withstood the electricity, his body swelling to four or five times its original size. He became a giant fat man, though he was still no different from an infant in front of Su Ze.

The giant fat man slapped his belly, and the flab on his waist and abdomen rippled like water. That large ring of fat suddenly detached from his body, splitting into many pieces and flying toward Su Ze.

’Blood and Flesh Parasite?’

’This trick again!’

Su Ze wasn’t as afraid as he was before. With his current strength, he wouldn’t be so easily infested.

Moreover, his body was massive, and in his liquid form, he had ”no brain.” The Blood and Flesh Parasite was very similar to the shadow parasite used by the black-haired elder from the Filth Earth Organization; it also relied heavily on infesting the brain to gain control.

With no brain, he naturally had no fear of it being infested.

Of course, he wasn’t about to just stand by and watch this fat burrow into his body. Sharp streams of Qi Force erupted from his surface, piercing toward the approaching chunks of flesh.

He was simultaneously using the ”Needle Strike” skill from all over. In his liquid form, any part of his body could release a skill.

POP! POP! POP!

A series of explosions rang out. The clumps of flesh were all shattered by the explosive effect of the Needle Strikes. But even after being blasted into a fine mince, the fragments relentlessly clung to Su Ze’s body.

Only then did Su Ze realize the fragments’ purpose wasn’t the Blood and Flesh Parasite. Some of the fragments exploded the moment they stuck to his body, while others burrowed inside him and began to frantically absorb his liquid form.