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Chapter 220: Chapter 182: Meteor Hammer, Annihilate Completely_2
Before a single Blood Bead could drip down, he lightly shook his hand and the bleeding stopped, healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Feeling the True Qi rapidly repairing his injuries, Fang Cheng’s gaze sharpened.
The effects of his 41-point Extraordinary Physique were starting to show.
Next, it was time for his 40-point Strength attribute to wield its power.
The monster, having steadied itself, seemed to have learned its lesson and chose not to continue challenging Fang Cheng in a contest of brute force.
Its mouth agape, it shot its tongue out like an arrow, firing it with explosive speed.
In an instant, a piercing scream cut through the air, akin to a red lightning bolt tearing across the night sky, striking so swiftly it was almost impossible to anticipate.
Yet, Fang Cheng’s reflexes were faster.
After dodging twice in succession, his gaze abruptly sharpened like an eagle’s, spotting an opportunity.
As the third attack came, he reached out with both hands and grabbed onto the flexible tongue.
Then, clenching his ten fingers tightly, he held fast and exerted his arms with great force.
Whoosh!
The monster’s entire body was swung up into the air and sent flying.
Right after that, with a loud "bang," it crashed down onto the flowerbed, shattering the concrete and sending brick fragments flying in all directions.
As Fang Cheng gripped the red, barbed tongue, it turned into a chain with a Meteor Hammer attached.
The monster’s body became the swinging weapon, perpetually flying and crashing down in the air, creating a series of intimate collisions with the equally hard concrete ground.
Smash!
Smash!
And again, smash!
After each collision, a person-shaped pit was clearly left behind.
Oddly enough.
Although the muscles on the monster’s body were rotting, its tongue used for feeding was abnormally tough and resilient.
However.
After the seventh consecutive collision, even that tongue couldn’t withstand the immense strain.
As a Blood Bead splattered, the tongue snapped from the middle.
The monster let out an exceedingly wretched scream, finally released from its fate of being swung around like a hammer.
In the light of the streetlamp, it was seen dragging its broken body, getting up in a stumbling and staggering manner.
Then, without hesitation, it turned and fled towards the darkness.
Although its appearance and behavior seemed to lack any rationality of a zombie, its ability to sense danger remained intact.
At this moment, it had come to the deep realization that it was no match for its prey, able to only receive blows passively.
To continue would not mean getting a taste of flesh, but rather likely leaving its life behind in this place.
At this time, lights from surrounding residential buildings faintly came on.
Clearly, the noisy alarm had awakened many people from their slumber.
Many more peered out from the shadows, their heads poking out as they anxiously witnessed the scene unfolding in the street.
Especially from the tubular building, several familiar faces could be seen emerging behind the windows.
Fang Cheng’s gaze swept over them quickly, his heart stirring slightly.
He straightened the mask on his face.
Watching the monster’s retreating figure, he silently counted to four.
Allowing it to escape a few dozen meters away, he then stepped forward to pursue it.
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Two kilometers away, in the old district of Beijiao.
In the gloomy and damp alleys, sewage flowed and garbage was piled high.
A man’s silhouette dashed frantically, running as if his life depended on it.
As if there was some terrifying monster chasing after him.
From a distance, the faint sound of a police siren tore through the silent, cold night sky.
The man’s steps hastened even more, occasionally glancing back.
The dim street light exposed his terrifying and ghastly visage.
Nearly half of his facial skin had fallen away, his lips were flipped open, and his eyes bulged, faintly emitting a ghoulish green glow.
This fleeing figure should not truly be referred to as a human being.
He Yao looked back at the pitch-black path he had come from.
Although he loathed to leave that place filled with the familiar scents of his family’s flesh and blood.
But there was no choice, he had been targeted by a monster; hiding was the priority before he could continue to increase his strength.
However, before that...
He Yao’s face contorted grotesquely, shaking all over as an evil voice continually echoed in his mind.
I want to eat meat! I want to eat meat! I want to eat meat!
With the voice full of desire repeating in his head, what remained of his sanity was quickly squashed.
Suddenly lifting his head, he looked towards a home in front of him.
A faint light, like that of a firefly, seeped weakly through a window.
"If I can’t eat the flesh of my relatives, I’ll reluctantly devour the people here to fill my stomach!"
"Anyway, that guy... seems like he didn’t catch up..."
A plump gray rat squeaked as it darted out, prompting a series of dog barks.
He Yao couldn’t help but let out a rumble, swallowing a mouthful of saliva.
The battle just now had consumed too much energy, making him even more ravenous and unable to suppress the desire to eat his fill.
Just as he was about to act on impulse, an aura like a persistent ache suddenly struck.
He Yao’s heart skipped a beat, and in an instant, his feet touched the ground, leaping onto the wall like an animal and agilely flipping over to another alley, trying to shake off the pursuer behind him.
But it wasn’t long before...
The brief return of sanity lasting a few seconds was again swallowed by the noisy voices in his head.
Unable to endure the extreme urge to eat, He Yao unconsciously cracked a smile.
"I want to eat meat, only by eating more meat, consuming the flesh and blood of relatives, can I look more human."
"Why? Why won’t you let me eat?!"
His heart was filled with rage and greed.
The green light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter, like ghostly flames igniting, burning his will, consuming his flesh.
Thud.
He Yao halted his steps, stepping into the sewage, and stopped.
Ten meters away.
Fang Cheng’s figure darted and weaved, his gaze piercing through the darkness, firmly locked onto the silhouette of that monster.
He had always been following behind, not in a rush to make a move.
He simply wanted to see where exactly the other was planning to run to.
Suddenly, seeing that the monster no longer continued to run but instead let out a beast-like growl and turned to pounce.
It seemed... prepared for a desperate fight.
Fang Cheng let out a cold snort and leaped up to meet the charge, striking at the target’s head with a quick and accurate jab.
Pop!
Caught off guard, He Yao’s body was suddenly sent flying backward, tumbling several times.
Although it was a light jab, when executed by Fang Cheng, it was as powerful and fierce as a cannon.
Bang!
When He Yao tried to get up, Fang Cheng charged again with a whip kick.
Kicking him like a rubber ball, slamming heavily into the wall of the alley.
Crack—
He Yao’s entire body sank into the cement wall behind him, and a spiderweb-like crack distinctly spread across the wall.
It was as if he had just been hit head-on by a car.
"Heh... Heh..."
He Yao lowered his head, his mouth split wide open, his fangs fully bared.
At this moment, his entire body seemed to have fallen apart, swaying, his chest was already a bloody, shapeless mess.
Yet his mouth still opened and closed, like a famished beast using all its strength, attempting to tear off a piece of flesh from its prey.
Looking at his insanely desperate figure, Fang Cheng’s brows slightly knotted.
Images of the past flitted through his mind, recalling how He Yao was a mere acquaintance and thinking of his widow and orphaned child left without support.
He couldn’t help but silently sigh, then said with a weighted voice:
"Big Brother He, I know you probably didn’t want to become this kind of ghastly thing."
"So, let me help you end your suffering now, so you can rest in peace henceforth."
Saying this, Fang Cheng’s face turned solemn, twisting his neck, his clenching fist making a series of "crackling" sounds.
Preparing to unleash the Kirin Arm, to give this former neighbor one final punch and send him on his way.
"Wait a moment..."
Just then, the completely irrational He Yao suddenly opened his mouth and spoke.
Then.
His body wavering like a broken sack, managed to shakily stand up once more.
Fang Cheng looked at him in surprise, fists still tightly clenched, ready to strike.
He Yao raised his head, his eyes flickering with strange green light, as if two flames were burning.
"Young man, you should know when to spare others, why push to annihilate completely?"
His tone was unusually grave, and through his broken speech, it carried a whimpering sound.
It wafted through the air like a piercingly cold wind blowing from a distant place.
Fang Cheng concentrated and scrutinized him again, then said firmly:
"You are not He Yao."
He Yao fell silent for a moment, then replied:
"Of course, I am not."
Following this turn of conversation, he sharply continued:
"But, He Yao is mine..."
