41: Smash them!

Hair began to grow all over his body, and Chen Heng felt that the situation was becoming increasingly dire.

If this continued, his fate would definitely be the same as those people.

Covered from head to toe in black hair, suffocating to death after his trachea was blocked.

Facing such a hopeless, dead-end situation, the ruthlessness deep in Chen Heng's bones was ignited.

He grabbed the tuft of hair on the back of his neck and yanked it off with force.

What was pulled off was not just hair, but a layer of bloody skin as well.

The Nine Revolutions Longevity Art operated at full speed; the wound stopped bleeding instantly and began to heal visibly to the naked eye.

"Very well, it's either you die or I die, right?"

Chen Heng gave a sinister smile, and a look of madness began to emerge in his eyes.

When a person encounters a life-or-death crisis, their body's potential is unleashed to the maximum extent.

Chen Heng was currently in such a state.

Releasing his control over his Zombie Body and completely removing the constraints on his muscles, Chen Heng transformed entirely into a ferocious Black Zombie over two meters tall.

The Anomaly seemed unwilling to give up, and another tuft of hair sprouted on Chen Heng's body.

This time, the hair appeared in none other than his throat.

As the sensation of suffocation struck, Chen Heng unhesitatingly reached into his own mouth and forcefully grabbed that tuft of hair.

With a rip, a clump of blood-soaked hair was pulled out by Chen Heng.

His throat was instantly cleared, and the feeling of suffocation vanished.

"Is that all you've got?" Chen Heng sneered, scanning the empty surroundings.

This Anomaly was indeed troublesome; an ordinary martial artist truly wouldn't be able to handle it.

After all, not everyone possessed a recovery ability as Prodigy-like as Chen Heng's.

Even if an ordinary martial artist were as ferocious as Chen Heng and could endure the excruciating pain to pull out those hairs.

The prolonged blood loss would still cost them their life.

Chen Heng focused his Qi and blood on his five senses, carefully sensing the minute movements around him.

He ignored the hairs even when they reappeared on his body.

Soon, Chen Heng's entire body was covered in black hair, and he looked as if he had undergone an atavistic transformation.

"Hmm?" Chen Heng opened his eyes and casually pulled the hair out of his throat.

In his eyes, the surrounding scenery had changed drastically.

The original Goulan Street had disappeared, and he was standing on a street made of hair.

"No wonder I couldn't get out."

The surrounding walls were constantly squirming, and countless tiny hairs fell off the walls and stuck to Chen Heng's body.

With every breath he took, some hair fragments would drill into his body.

And those hair fragments were like seeds; the moment they touched flesh and blood, they would immediately take root and sprout.

This was also the reason why the deceased were covered in hair from the inside out.

"Cough, cough, cough." Chen Heng coughed twice, spitting out a large clump of blood-stained hair.

"Has it already started growing hair inside my lungs?"

Chen Heng looked at the clump of hair in his palm, feeling a chill in his heart.

Although he had found the culprit, such a large area could not be solved by martial arts alone.

However, such a minor problem could not stump Chen Heng.

He held his breath, slowing down the growth of the hair inside his body.

He then mobilized that strange flame within his body.

Instantly, ink-black flames enveloped Chen Heng, and the hair covering him inside and out was burned away in an instant.

How could Chen Heng have come to Goulan Street completely unprepared?

Those tiny hairs were burned to nothing the moment they touched Chen Heng, leaving only a pile of foul-smelling, charred ashes on the ground.

Seeing that the hair street still didn't react, Chen Heng pressed his hand directly onto the ground.

In an instant, the ink-black flames attached themselves to the squirming hair all around.

Like pouring oil on a raging fire, the entire street began to burn.

"Squeak! Aaaaaah!"

A strange, miserable shriek echoed throughout the street; the Anomaly actually abandoned the burning hair and curled its body into a ball.

A face made of hair looked at Chen Heng with a face full of malice.

It never imagined that the person before it could actually injure it!

"Squeak!"

A spear made of hair thrust toward Chen Heng's throat.

"Clang!"

Chen Heng caught the hair-spear with one hand.

"Your strange tricks are useless now; you want to try physical means with me, right?"

The smile on Chen Heng's face became increasingly ferocious.

If anyone were present, they would likely think that Chen Heng was the Anomaly.

After all, his current appearance was not much better.

A ferocious Black Zombie with ink-black flames burning all over its body.

"The thing I fear the least is physical means!"

Chen Heng drew the black fiend blade from his back, with ink-black flames coiling around the blade.

He stomped his foot, and the ground instantly shattered.

The Anomaly immediately gathered the surrounding hair, transforming it into spear after spear that thrust toward Chen Heng.

But Chen Heng did not dodge or avoid them, relying on the Indestructible Vajra Divine Art and the hard physique of his Zombie Body to withstand them head-on.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!!"

Those hair spears couldn't even pierce Chen Heng's skin; landing on him only sparked a few glints.

"Die!"

"Second Form! Army Breaker!"

Under the dual enhancement of the Geng Metal Qi and the ink-black flames, the Saber Qi of the Second Form, Army Breaker, was even more fierce.

The dense murderous aura even showed signs of becoming tangible.

"Swish!"

The Saber Qi swept across the Anomaly, slicing its body in two.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!!"

A miserable shriek rang out, but the Anomaly was still alive, even continuing to repair its body non-stop.

"Let's see if you can repair yourself faster than I can slash!"

Chen Heng revealed his ferocious nature, and the black fiend blade in his hand continuously sliced through the Anomaly's body like a meat grinder.

It took an entire incense stick's worth of time before Chen Heng stopped his movements.

He looked with a grave expression at the Anomaly in front of him, which, although weak, was still not dead.

"It's still not dead?"

In this incense stick's worth of time, Chen Heng had slashed at least twenty thousand times!

Even a block of iron would have been minced into iron filings!

Yet the Anomaly was still alive, and even still repairing its body.

Not only that, but the surrounding hair had piled up into a mountain.

It seemed that every time he severed its body, the amount of hair around it increased significantly.

"Heh, since a Sharp Weapon can't kill you..."

Chen Heng threw away the black fiend blade in his hand and raised his fists.

"Then I'll bludgeon you to death!"

With a roar, Chen Heng grabbed with his large hand, seizing the Anomaly's face made of hair.

"Support Punch! Support Punch! Support Punch!"

"Subduing Tiger! Subduing Tiger! Subduing Tiger!"

"Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump!"

Chen Heng rode on the Anomaly's face, his two iron fists raining down on it like a storm.

"Will you die or not!"

"Will you die or not!!"

Chen Heng's fists were like a pile driver; he would not stop until he beat the Anomaly to death.

"You want to kill me? I'll kill you first!"

"An immortal Anomaly? I'll grind you into dust and see if you die!"

...

At the Hour of the Rabbit, the sun gradually rose.

The once silent Goulan Street slowly began to recover some Life Qi.

A Madam walked out of her Goulan and looked up at the morning sun overhead.

"Sigh... when will these days ever end?"

"If there's no business, everyone is going to starve to death~"

Just as she bent down to fetch water, the entire Goulan Street shook.

Then, a loud noise came from nearby.

Not far from her, a small building slowly collapsed.

"What happened, what happened??"

The surrounding Prostitutes stuck their heads out of the windows and looked toward the place where the commotion originated.

They saw a figure walking out from the depths of Goulan Street, carrying a hairball over a person's height in his hand.