Cultivating through increasing my stats in America Chapter 478 - 280: Gone Mad with Killing

Unlike the mutated scouting dogs Li Ang had encountered outside earlier, which were bred specifically for heightened perception, the creatures he now faced were battle hounds, bred from fighting breeds like Pit Bulls, already aggressive by nature and skilled in combat.

Once these dogs entered a combat state, they virtually felt no pain, continuing to fight until their life force was completely exhausted.

Moreover, after undergoing specific mutations, their biting strength, power, and vitality had been vastly enhanced. Describing them as war machines would not be an overstatent for these creatures, their bodies as large as calves.

An employee, trapped in desperation, beca the first target of one of these mutated Pit Bulls.

Driven by an intense will to survive, he picked up a fireman’s axe from the nearby firefighting equipnt.

But the mutated Pit Bull showed no signs of fear and lunged straight at him the mont it appeared.

The employee mustered all his strength, swinging the fireman’s axe with all his might, and as the mutated Pit Bull pounced, he struck its head.

However, before he could rejoice at his action, he realized that the bloodied gash in the beast’s head had no effect on it; the dog clamped its jaws onto his throat unfazed.

The enormous biting force caused the employee’s head to droop down instantly, almost half of the flesh in his neck was gone.

Fast, accurate, ruthless—the kill was instantaneous.

The bloodied canine teeth and the axe wound on its forehead, still oozing blood, truly exemplified the essence of ferocity.

Wearing only underwear, Finris Bowman sat slumped on the ground, his body weak from the injuries Li Ang had inflicted on him.

Yet his face was beaming with a smile, untroubled even as he witnessed the employee being brutally killed in front of him.

"You can’t escape, everyone in here must die," he said.

No sooner had his voice faded than another mutated Pit Bull, similar in size to the first, burst out from a corner, clearly drawn by the scent of fresh blood.

Seeing another hound join the fray, the delight on Finris Bowman’s face grew; he didn’t care that he too could beco a bloody al for these vicious dogs.

Li Ang simply crouched down, beckoning with his hand as if the approaching dogs were re pets.

His fingers seed to be a signal, prompting both mutated Pit Bulls to lunge at him simultaneously, as if commanded.

In a scene nearly mirroring the previous one, Li Ang faced the colossal Pit Bull with a casual kick. The beast, initially charging fiercely, was sent flying back even faster, crashing into the other oncoming hound.

The kick from Li Ang seed effortless, yet it was imbued with imnse power. While still airborne, the once indomitable Pit Bull’s neck was snapped, blood gushing from its mouth.

Even the other hound, rely hit indirectly, lost its balance and slamd into a wall, emitting a loud crash.

The smile on Finris Bowman’s face froze; he couldn’t comprehend how a man could kick a dog weighing over a hundred pounds such a distance with a single foot.

But the next second, he witnessed sothing he would never forget.

The slightly injured hound behind charged once more, and this ti Li Ang didn’t bother to defend himself. He rely extended his right hand casually, as if the dog was voluntarily feeding its neck into his grip.

The mont Li Ang gripped its neck, the Pit Bull, muscular from head to toe, was left powerless. The next second, he was flung forcefully to the ground in front of Finris Bowman.

This ti, he saw clearly how a dog the size of a calf was slamd into a at patty on the ground.

Li Ang didn’t want to waste any more ti waiting for new enemies to arrive; he charged toward where the mutated Pit Bulls had erged.

Sure enough, a second wave of assailants awaited him, wielding heavy machine guns and clad in full protective suits.

Holding this position required no special talents other than sheer Strength; the rest could be handled by the heavy machine gun in hand.

However, for Li Ang, their threat might not even match that of the two dogs from before.

The rounds from the heavy machine gun were undoubtedly fast, but that only mattered if the gunn could keep up with his movents.

As soon as they t, they lifted their heavy machine guns, aiming at Li Ang, but before they could line up their shots, they realized the figure before them had vanished.

The next second, darkness enveloped both n and their consciousness sank into endless void.

"Too cumberso," Li Ang said, standing behind them and shaking his head.

"But this is indeed a useful item," he added soon after.

Then, Li Ang picked up a machine gun in each hand, ready to dual-wield them.

They were handy for breaking down doors; thousands of rounds fired in a minute could even penetrate the thickest steel.