34: Chapter 34 Quality Control! Divine Skill Acquired!

If the thugs could still tell themselves that Leopard was caught off guard when he was sent flying earlier...

Then now, when Jiangcheng's renowned Bronze-rank assassin had used all his ultimate moves, he was still slapped into the wall with the same move and the same motion, just like swatting a pesky fly.

Several of the thugs were so scared they wet themselves. Their brains completely shut down.

Su Ming stood where he was, shaking his hand with disdain.

"Too weak."

After devouring so much high-density armor at the Scrap Yard yesterday and breaking through a True Mass of one thousand kilograms, the density and hardness of his body had reached an outrageous level.

Li Changhe's pride and joy, his water blades, were like using a plastic knife to cut tank armor in front of him. It was a pure, dimensional reduction strike on the laws of physics.

Su Ming didn't look at the thugs, who were trembling like chaff. Instead, he looked down at his jacket.

The water droplets from the shattered water blades, mixed with the muddy water in the alley, had left several conspicuous stains on the hem of his school uniform.

"Tsk, what a hassle."

This was the only decent piece of clothing he had that he could wear out.

He walked to the wall at the end of the alley. Li Changhe, still embedded in the wall, was spitting out blood foam unconsciously.

Su Ming reached out, grabbed Li Changhe by the hair, and pulled him out of the brick crevices as effortlessly as pulling a radish, tossing him onto the ground.

Su Ming crouched down. His gaze swept over the dark gray composite trench coat twice.

B-grade waterproof coating, anti-cut carbon fiber lining. This thing was a good item in the outer regions of the Abyss. It was windproof, moisture-proof, and could prevent sneak attacks; its market price was at least twenty or thirty thousand Federal Credits.

Plus, despite the impact of that slap earlier, this coat wasn't damaged at all. The quality was truly solid.

"It's a waste on you."

Su Ming moved nimbly, quickly stripping the trench coat off Li Changhe. He shook off the dust and put it directly on himself.

It was the perfect size, a bit long, but that didn't matter.

After putting on the trench coat, Su Ming reached into Li Changhe's inner pocket and rummaged around. A wallet, a few anonymous Federal savings cards, and over two thousand in cash.

The savings cards were useless without the PINs, but cash was a good thing. Su Ming skillfully stuffed the roll of cash into his own pocket.

He patted Li Changhe's face, which was so swollen that even his own mother wouldn't recognize him.

"You dirtied my school uniform. It's not too much to take this coat and money as compensation for emotional distress, right?"

Li Changhe on the ground let out a faint grunt, probably wanting to protest, but his jaw was shattered, so he couldn't make a sound.

"Silence implies consent."

Su Ming nodded in satisfaction.

Young Master Zhao was truly a generous benefactor; not only did he send people to deliver their heads, but he also included top-tier equipment for going into the Abyss and travel expenses. It almost made him reluctant to kill Zhao Kuo in five days.

Having secured the loot, Su Ming stood up and was just about to leave. Over at the alley entrance, the four thugs, shocked out of their petrified state, exchanged glances and turned to run as if they had seen a ghost.

Su Ming didn't look back. With the tip of his right foot, he casually hooked and kicked a piece of debris at the edge of the ruins.

A piece of broken brick, the size of half a fist, shot out like a sniper bullet. It let out a sharp whistling sound, crossing dozens of meters in the blink of an eye, and accurately struck the back of the leading thug's right knee.

Crack.

A teeth-grinding sound of bone fracturing rang out. The big man screamed, his entire right leg snapping in half. He fell headlong to the ground, sliding three or four meters, his face scraped and covered in blood.

The remaining three people slammed on the brakes instantly, freezing in place as if a pause button had been pressed. They didn't even dare to breathe.

Su Ming turned around, his hands in the pockets of his new trench coat. He looked at the crowd with calm eyes.

"Did I say you could leave?"

The temperature in the alley seemed even colder than when Li Changhe had used his frost earlier.

The broken brick struck the back of the knee with a dull thud. The leading thug screamed and collapsed to the ground. The C-grade manganese-chromium alloy baseball bat in his hand fell to the side with a clatter.

He wanted to crawl, but his right leg was twisted at an eerie angle; the slightest movement caused piercing pain.

Su Ming turned around unhurriedly. That B-grade black trench coat, just stripped from the water-element assassin, made his figure appear even more upright. Under the dim light of the street lamp, he looked like a grim reaper who had just returned from a vacation in hell, preparing for a post-meal stroll.

He walked over step by step. The three uninjured thugs were trembling like chaff. They didn't dare to make a sound, frozen in place.

Seeing that escape was hopeless, the fallen thug leader felt a surge of desperation and ruthlessness. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed the alloy baseball bat from the ground and forced himself to half-kneel. Using all his strength, he smashed it down toward the approaching Su Ming.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

Su Ming said nothing, not even looking at the stick smashing toward his forehead, simply extending his hand casually.

"Snap."

With a light sound, he effortlessly gripped the front end of the baseball bat.

The thug leader's face turned red, and the veins on his arms bulged. He used all the strength he could muster, but the baseball bat seemed welded into the other person's hand. It didn't move an inch.

"Hand it over!"

Su Ming snatched it away. Under the gaze of the thugs, who were so terrified they were about to suffocate, an unbelievable scene unfolded.

Su Ming held both ends of the C-grade alloy baseball bat with his hands. Like kneading dough at home during the New Year, he began to knead it casually.

"Creak... screech... creak..."

The teeth-grinding sound of metal twisting rang out in the dead-silent alley. Every sound was like a dull knife scraping against their nerves.

That hard stick, which cost a fortune and was strong enough to smash the skull of a Tier 2 beast, was like a ball of yarn in Su Ming's hands. It was bent, folded, and compressed... It took no more than three seconds.

"Clang!"

A solid iron ball the size of a fist, with twisted patterns on its surface, was tossed by Su Ming at the feet of the thug leader.

The thugs felt their scalps go numb, their brains completely shutting down. Barehanded... he turned an alloy stick into a ball? This damn... Newton's coffin lid is about to fly off!

Su Ming clapped his hands, pointed at the iron ball on the ground, and then pointed at the stains on the hem of his school uniform.

"Now, start paying the tax."

His face was expressionless.

"You delayed me from going home to rest, and you dirtied my clothes—pay up!"

The thugs woke up as if from a dream, not daring to have any thoughts of resistance.

"We'll pay! We'll pay!"

With tearful faces, they scrambled to empty their pockets. Paper money, coins, everything that could represent money was offered up with trembling hands. They were terrified that if they were a second too slow, they would also be kneaded into a ball.

In the crowd, a fat man who had just come from Sichuan to join the Zhao family two days ago didn't have much money in his pocket and was scared out of his wits. He actually started unbuckling his belt, looking like he wanted to take off his clothes to settle the debt.

Su Ming looked at his pale, flabby flesh and his eye twitched.

"Stop! Leave the money, keep your clothes on!"

The fat man froze. Using the light from the alley entrance, for the first time, he dared to look up and stare directly at Su Ming. A completely absurd thought flashed through his mind: My god, you know, this fiend looks... he's actually incredibly handsome up close!

Late at night, in the low-rent housing. Su Ming took a shower, washing away the dust and the faint scent of blood from his body.

He put on a clean T-shirt, sat cross-legged on the bed, and summoned the system interface.

[mass points balance: 2267.8]

The cash seized from the alley fight and the recycling value of the alloy bat added up to less than a hundred points, but it was enough.

Without hesitation, he clicked on the long-desired icon on the skill tree.

[Mass Mastery]

[Redeem!]

In an instant, the two thousand mass points were cleared to zero. A force of rules, as deep as a black hole, silently surged into his limbs and bones.

It wasn't a violent rush of energy, but more like a brand-new set of physical laws being forcibly written into his body.

Su Ming slowly clenched his fist. An unprecedented sense of control welled up.

He could clearly perceive the over one thousand kilograms of True Mass within his body. It was no longer a heavy burden, but fuel that could be manipulated at will.

Every stretch of muscle, every rotation of a joint, could perfectly mobilize the mass of his entire body, erupting with terrifying kinetic energy.

1.5x kinetic energy bonus!

With one punch, the impact was comparable to a full-speed collision of an off-road motorcycle!! What made him even more excited was the "Full True Damage" that had a 30% trigger probability. Ignore defense!