Mulder's body trembled, and he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. His energy drained, and his entire being seemed to collapse.

Dustin's finger flick had not only shattered his sword but also injured his internal organs. With the effects of the enhanced serum wearing off, Mulder was now back to his original state and completely spent.

His once-powerful frame now shrank like a punctured balloon. He looked as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

Mulder could no longer fight. Even standing up was a challenge.

"He's finished," Dustin said coolly, then looked at Warrick. "Now it's your turn."

"Hmm?" Warrick frowned, and his expression turned serious.

Dustin's display of strength earlier had made him feel a sense of crisis. If they fought head-on, there was no telling who would come out on top.

But Warrick was just one step away from escaping West Lucozia, bound for Artea and a life of freedom and luxury. He had no intention of risking his life in battle unless he absolutely