29: Chapter 29 Miss Shen, Use More Force

Shen Qingci stared at him for a full three seconds.

"Are you Su Ming?"

"Can faces evolve now too?"

Su Ming did not change his expression.

Inside, he was so happy he wanted to dance on the spot, his lips curling slightly.

"High-tier Life Nutrient Solution. The one Uncle Shen gave me yesterday."

He paused.

"It burns life force to purify the constitution, and it also burned away the garbage in my skin along the way. It's just a side effect of a final burst of energy, no need to make a fuss."

Very good, this nutrient solution is incredibly powerful.

The shock brought by an upgrade in appearance is sometimes more direct than an upgrade in strength.

Shen Qingci's gaze, however, suddenly tightened.

While others heard a tragedy, she heard a different meaning.

Overdrawing life to exchange for power.

As a pure martial arts fanatic, nothing concerned her more than this.

The place she was going to was the Southern Source Abyss.

A meat grinder where even high-tier military martial artists frequently fell.

Source Beasts are far more bizarre and terrifying than the exotic beasts in textbooks.

She needed a shield. A shield hard enough to help her withstand a fatal blow.

The Su Ming before her was the person her father had chosen by betting eight million Federation coins and a spatial bracelet.

But she only trusted her own judgment.

"The Source Abyss training tomorrow is far more dangerous than you can imagine."

Her tone shifted, and her voice returned to its usual coldness.

She raised her right hand slightly, fingers pressed together, and silver light flowed between her finger bones.

Geng Metal Qi condensed, transforming into a half-length Tang blade as thin as a cicada's wing; it was precisely that "Tang Horizontal Blade · cold edge".

The blade tip pointed directly at Su Ming's throat.

"Prove it to me."

"Prove that you are qualified to be my shield."

Hum!

Sharp blade aura spread out.

The scrap metal stacked a dozen meters away emitted a faint resonant sound.

The workers in the distance held their breath, and Scarface Li clenched his fists.

An SS-rank talent, even if it was just a casual gesture.

That sharpness made people afraid to even look directly at it.

It's over, this kid is going to make a fool of himself.

Facing a thrust sufficient to make any Black Iron Rank Awakened tremble in fear.

Su Ming didn't even blink.

The trajectory of the cold edge was incredibly clear in his eyes.

It wasn't fast, but it was extremely oppressive, locking onto his position, unavoidable.

But under the weight of one ton of True Mass and Tier 2 Bronze perception.

This speed was as slow as a close-up shot in a movie.

He didn't dodge.

He didn't even put up any defensive stance.

Just at the moment the silvery blade tip was only an inch from his throat.

Su Ming raised his right hand, index and middle fingers pressed together.

Against the blade body thrusting rapidly toward him, he pinched it lightly.

"Zheng!!"

A piercing metallic explosion suddenly blasted through the empty heavy object area!

That Tang blade, the cold edge, which was emitting a bone-chilling cold, was steadily pinched by two slender, fair fingers.

The blade tip hung an inch in front of Su Ming's Adam's apple, unable to advance even a fraction.

In the distance, Scarface Li's hand shook, and the cigarette butt in his mouth directly burned the back of his hand.

He didn't even notice, his bull-like eyes widened until they were round.

Several burly men rubbed their eyes hard, their jaws dropping to the ground.

That was the eldest miss of the Shen family! An SS-rank talent, Geng Metal Blade Bone!

Her blade was pinched by an F-rank loser using two fingers?

Catching a blade with bare hands was already outrageous enough, but this was two fingers!

Real shock appeared in Shen Qingci's beautiful eyes.

Her competitive spirit was instantly ignited.

Her wrist turned sharply, her fair wrist exerting force, attempting to pull the blade back and slash again.

However, those two fingers of Su Ming's did not move at all, locking the blade body tightly.

She couldn't pull it out at all.

Su Ming's lips curled into an arc, his tone so casual it was asking for a beating.

"Miss Shen, use more force, didn't you eat?"

Shen Qingci snorted coldly, her gaze sharp.

"Since that's the case,"

Her slender wrist flipped sharply.

The Geng Metal Qi injected into the blade underwent a qualitative change in this instant.

The silver blade became nearly transparent.

The edge drew out an extremely thin silver thread.

Even light was refracted and distorted.

The temperature of the blade plummeted.

In the distance, Scarface Li's expression changed drastically.

He had spent most of his life in the Shen family factory and had seen many martial artists in action.

But the aura emitted by the silver thread before his eyes.

Was not on the same level as what he had seen before.

"Extreme Edge · Atomic Thread."

Shen Qingci shouted softly, her wrist erupting with enough torque to cut through a heavy battle tank.

This move had once allowed her to cut off the alloy claws of a Tier 3 exotic beast during an assessment.

The Geng Metal Qi was compressed to the extreme, and the edge of the bone blade entered a single-atom arrangement state.

Ignoring physical thickness, it possessed extremely strong penetration and cutting power against high-density defense.

Her trump card, the ultimate armor-piercing technique.

All things are void, only the edge is eternal.

She didn't seek to injure anyone, she only wanted to reclaim the dignity of her weapon from those two strange fingers.

"Break for me!"

"Screech!!!"

A piercing metallic friction sound exploded at their fingertips!

The atomic edge line was cutting Su Ming's fingertips at high speed.

Silver light and sparks sprayed wildly at the point of contact.

The air was torn apart with wisps of piercing sounds.

Su Ming's upper body was as steady as Mount Tai, without even a trace of swaying.

But the ground under his feet emitted a groan of unbearable weight.

"Creak, screech!!"

The sound of metal twisting exploded.

Centered on Su Ming's feet.

That high-strength explosion-proof steel plate, capable of bearing the crushing weight of a heavy tank.

Was forced into two deep footprints by him!

Around the footprints, the tough steel twisted and curled up.

Forming a shocking depression.

One ton of True Mass.

Absorbing the impact force transmitted by Shen Qingci's full effort.

Perfectly poured into the ground.

But those two fingers did not move at all.

One thousand kilograms of True Mass condensed at the fingertips.

The arrangement between atoms reached a degree of physical deadlock.

Every atom was compressed to the limit distance.

Tight and seamless, impenetrable.

The atomic thread was sharp to the limit of the material level.

Yet it couldn't find any gap to slide into.

It wasn't that it wasn't sharp enough.

It was that there was nowhere to cut.

A strong counter-shock force poured back along the blade.

Shen Qingci's thumb-web went numb, and she uncontrollably stepped back half a step before stabilizing her figure.

"Pfft!"

She retracted the blade and leaped back, one knee slightly bent, landing steadily three meters away.

Her gaze was fixed tightly on Su Ming's fingers.

On that slender index finger, there was no blood, not even the skin was broken.

Only a shallow white mark.

A shallow white mark.

Nothing more.

"This is impossible..."

Shen Qingci exclaimed in a loss of composure, her hand holding the blade trembling slightly from the full-force strike.

That was a slash capable of cutting through a tank's main armor.

The ultimate armor-piercing method with the most destructive power among the two sequences she had mastered.

Always effective.

The atomic thread that could even cut through the scales of a Tier 3 exotic beast couldn't even break the skin of an F-rank Awakened?

She looked down at the almost invisible tiny nick on the blade edge, her chest heaving violently.

She was Shen Qingci.

The holder of the SS-rank talent, Geng Metal Blade Bone.

From awakening until now, her blade had never been met head-on by anyone of the same rank.

Let alone with two fingers.

And this man before her.

Pinched her blade with two fingers.

Hard-tanked her atomic thread with his skin.

And then, was completely unharmed!

Su Ming looked down at the white mark on his index finger, raised his head, and his lips curled slightly upward.

"Many thanks to Miss Shen for holding back."

Holding back?

That was her full-force strike!

Shen Qingci's breathing hitched, heat spreading from her neck to her ears, and her cheeks turned bright red.

She gritted her teeth, not daring to look at Su Ming's damn face again.

She lowered her eyelids, her gaze falling on the messy steel plate beneath her feet.

Three seconds.

She raised her head, her voice returning to its coldness.

"Your body is indeed hard enough."

She didn't ask any more questions, turned and left, leaving only one sentence.

"Meet at the factory entrance at six o'clock the day after tomorrow."

The white figure disappeared around the corner of the steel canyon.

The deathly silence around them was finally broken.

A tsunami-like roar of discussion erupted.

Su Ming ignored those shocked gazes.

He looked down at the two perfect footprints.

Only one thought was in his mind.

Damn it, don't make me pay for the damages!

...

Meanwhile.

On the top floor of the main building, in the surveillance room.

Shen Hongyuan was holding a cup of top-grade Dahongpao tea, sitting with his legs crossed, watching the screen.

Seeing his daughter go to find Su Ming and draw her blade to test his strength.

He still felt a bit happy and proud inside.

Let this little brat see the power of an SS-rank talent.

But when Su Ming pinched the blade with two fingers.

His mouth began to twitch.

Immediately after, the Atomic Thread was unleashed, which made him straighten up slightly.

This girl was too ruthless; what if she really cut someone's finger off?

The person he bought for eight million hadn't even hit the battlefield yet. Would he have to spend another few million to sew it back on?

When he saw the white mark clearly appear in the center of the screen.

Shen Hongyuan froze completely.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of Dahongpao sprayed all over the screen.

The tea flowed down the monitor, and he didn't bother to wipe it, his old eyes fixed tightly on that white mark.

"Atomic Thread... didn't even break that kid's skin?"

He stood up abruptly, the chair bumped back a long way.

"What kind of monster is this kid? F-rank? What a joke!"

Then the screen cut to his feet.

That expensive special explosion-proof steel plate had two large pits stepped into it.

Shen Hongyuan completely accepted the fact that Su Ming was a humanoid Source Beast.

Then he picked up the deformed cup and took a sip.

His gaze didn't leave the screen for a long time.

In the footage, the little brat had already turned around as if nothing happened.

Squatting back in the scrap metal pile, focusing on digging through parts.

Shen Hongyuan stared at his sneaky back, muttering to himself.

"If you want to steal things, go ahead..."

"But if you dare to steal my flowers, I'll break your third leg!"

Just then.

The phone vibrated on the table, the screen lit up, an internal line number from the Southern Military Region.

He stared at the caller ID.

He answered after three seconds, his voice leveling out.

"Speak!"