Natural Disasters Strikes: I stockpiled like crazy! - Chapter 237

Capítulo 237: I don’t have an ugly brother like you

Ribbit—!

One after another, the mutated figures bent their legs and sprang forward. Their jumping power was terrifying—bodies soaring several meters into the air.

One group released green, slimy water polos and crescent-shaped water blades that whistled through the air. The others lashed out with their tongues, snapping them forward like whips.

“Hey, coming all at once is shameless!” Feng Ran shouted as he and Baoyin were forced to abandon the guard post.

Smash!

The wave of attacks landed heavily against the structure, leaving behind twisted metal and cracked concrete, groaning under the impact.

Greenish mucus splattered across the ground and walls, sliding down in thick, sticky trails.

“Disgusting!” Feng Ran wrinkled his nose and cursed as several drops sprinkled onto his sleeve and shoulder. The smell was nauseating, like rotting bodies left too long under the sun. He would definitely need a long bath after this—maybe two.

Baoyin was holding the ant queen’s shield firmly in front of her. The smooth, dark surface repelled the splatter effortlessly, not a single drop touching her clothes. She glanced sideways and grinned. “How unlucky.”

Feng Ran ground his teeth.

A faint si si sound entered their ears, subtle but unmistakable, followed by a sharp, biting stench that stung the nose. The two of them froze for a split second and instinctively sniffed the air.

“What is that?” Feng Ran muttered.

They quickly searched for the source and soon found it—the whip marks left by the tongues on the metal components of the guard post were sizzling faintly. Thin streams of white smoke curled upward where the surface was being eaten away.

Realization struck immediately.

“Crap! No way!” Feng Ran cursed, hurriedly inspecting the small green drops that had landed on him.

A tiny wave of relief washed over him after a careful check. They were slimy and foul, but not corrosive.

“It seems only their tongues have acid,” Feng Ran said, letting out a long breath.

“It’s still better to be careful,” Baoyin replied calmly. Although the acid was weaker than what the ant queen could produce, if all of them spewed or lashed at once and managed to land clean hits, they would be drenched like rats.

“I know, I’m not blind. Worry about yourself,” Feng Ran retorted. “If something happens to you, how can I explain it to Sister-in-law? My promotion is at stake.”

Even in a life-and-death situation, he could still spout nonsense. Baoyin shook her head inwardly. It seemed she had nothing to worry about with this blabbermouth—his mouth worked fine, which meant he wasn’t panicking yet.

They were not given any time to rest. Seeing that their initial attacks hadn’t even scratched the two humans, the eleven mutant frogmen grew more aggressive. Their croaks grew louder and sharper, echoing through the ruined facility.

Feng Ran and Baoyin were no pushovers either. They launched counterattacks while steadily retreating, maintaining distance and refusing to be surrounded.

Still, these jumping frog mutants were incredibly agile. They attacked from dangerous angles, often leaping high and striking from above or behind. Their coordination was troublesome, covering each other’s blind spots seamlessly. It was difficult to land a solid hit while dodging nonstop. Most of their attacks missed by inches.

“These ugly freaks are too fast!” Feng Ran shouted in frustration. “They’re coordinated—I can’t find an opening!”

“Save your energy unless you’re sure!” Baoyin warned, raising the ant queen’s shield just in time.

Crack!

A tongue slammed against the shield, acid sizzling as it splashed across the shell. Fortunately, the ant queen’s armor held firm, the corrosive liquid hissing uselessly before sliding off. The shield was effective—but heavy. Carrying it while fighting drained stamina quickly.

Feng Ran glanced at it with amazement. This thing is absurdly durable. He made a mental note to order a set for himself if they survived this.

Snowball, perched nearby, was also doing its part. Whenever water blades and debris flew toward them, sticky webs shot out, neutralizing or diverting the attacks midair.

On the other side, the mutant frogmen were growing increasingly agitated. Their throats swelled rhythmically as they croaked, bulging in a way that made Feng Ran’s skin crawl. They hadn’t expected their prey to be this difficult.

The battle fell into a tense stalemate.

But both Feng Ran and Baoyin knew the truth—if they continued to fight passively, exhaustion would claim them first. The noise from the battle had likely already reached Sister Nan, but it would still take time for reinforcements to arrive.

“Ribbit! Ribbit!”

They blocked and dodged wave after wave of attacks. The surroundings were now covered in green mucus and scorch marks, unbearably putrid and slippery underfoot.

“Woah!” Baoyin stumbled slightly, quickly stabilizing herself before she could fall.

“I can’t feel my nose anymore!” Feng Ran complained, hurriedly covering it with his sleeve.

“Brother… where are you… going?” croaked the one-eyed thorn team leader. Its single eye was bloodshot with hunger as it continued lashing out with brutal precision. “Stay still… and let me… taste.”

“Fuck this perverted bastard!” Feng Ran exploded. “Who are you calling brother? I don’t have an ugly brother like you!”

He hurled a wave of fireballs toward the jumping mutants, forcing several of them to scatter mid-leap. No matter how he looked at it, the way their throats swelled every time they croaked sent chills down his spine. Compared to them, the mutant ants in his memory suddenly seemed almost cute.

Feng Ran switched tactics, putting away raw power and pulling out his guns. With their numerical disadvantage, conserving energy was critical.

Although the bullets couldn’t fully penetrate the frogmen’s slimy skin, they weren’t entirely useless either.

With his superior marksmanship, Feng Ran aimed carefully—straight for their eyes.

Then, the breakthrough came.

Snowball, which had been waiting patiently for the right moment, suddenly released a sticky web, catching one mutant’s tongue mid-whip. With a sharp tug, it yanked the frogman off balance and flung it directly into Feng Ran’s bullet path.

“Kekk!” the mutant shrieked in pain as the shot landed.

The moment it hit the ground, the soil beneath it surged upward, locking both of its feet in place. Baoyin didn’t hesitate. She summoned a sharp earth spike that shot up from below, piercing straight through its head.

The mutant let out one final, broken croak before collapsing.

“Good job, Snowball!” Feng Ran and Baoyin exclaimed together.

“Chi Chi—!” Snowball chirped proudly.

“Chatty Feng, help Snowball throw them to the ground!” Baoyin shouted. “I’ll take care of the rest!”

“Hey, don’t just call me names!” Feng Ran protested, even as he complied.

With the death of one of their own, the mutant frogmen were further stimulated. Their attacks became wilder and more ferocious, their croaks overlapping in a maddening chorus.

“Ribbit! Ribbit—!”

“Kill… them!” the one-eyed thorn leader croaked hoarsely, releasing another stream of water.

But Feng Ran and Baoyin already knew how to deal with them now.

The slimy ground suddenly cracked as numerous earth spikes shot upward.

Feng Ran used fireballs to blind and herd them, controlling their movement while dealing steady damage. At the same time, Snowball’s sticky webs slammed several frogmen down onto the spiked terrain.

“Chi Chi!”

The frogmen were instantly impaled, their bodies twitching as they struggled to move.

“Kekk!”

Baoyin gave them no chance to recover. Another wave of spikes rose, ending them swiftly.

“Four down,” Baoyin counted loudly. “Seven more to go!”

Meanwhile, on the rooftop of the water facility, another fight was unfolding.

Bingwent and Hei Qian were facing off against four mutant frogmen.