35: Chapter 35 Mighty Vajra Finger! Departure from the Abyss!

Su Ming's thoughts stirred, and he rummaged through his space bracelet, pulling out a palm-sized piece of scrap steel.

This was something he had picked up outside the Scrap Yard grounds during the day.

He extended the index finger of his right hand and gently poked it toward the pitch-black steel plate.

"Pfft!"

A muffled sound, so light it was almost inaudible.

His finger passed through the steel plate without any resistance.

It went straight through!

It was just like using his finger to poke through a thick block of tofu.

Su Ming flipped the steel plate over to take a look; a hole the thickness of a finger was clearly visible.

The edges of the hole were not smooth and were curled backward.

It was covered in jagged burrs where the metal had been forcibly torn, and several tiny cracks spread outward from the hole.

This was not any kind of technique at all, but pure, extreme power.

It had destroyed the internal structure of the steel the moment it made contact.

Su Ming looked at his fingertips.

Let alone being injured, there wasn't even a red mark.

In his past life, he had used an electric drill on a concrete wall.

That feeling was much more strenuous than this.

"Not bad," Su Ming nodded with satisfaction.

But then he began to ponder, rubbing his chin.

"This scene still looks too terrifying."

He was very clearly aware that, although he was a cheater who grew by devouring mass points,

he still had to pretend to be more like a "normal Enhancement Type Awakened" in front of others.

In this day and age, a powerful physical body could be explained as some kind of Enhancement Type talent.

But others' enhancements were mostly localized mutations, like arm hardening or increased leg muscle explosiveness.

Yet his own mode of simultaneous, all-around, flawless enhancement...

simply defied the common sense of carbon-based organisms too much.

It was purely testing the bottom line of researchers like crazy.

"I need to package it."

Su Ming pondered.

"It can't be called 'High-Density Physical Penetration'; that reveals too many trump cards.

And it can't be called 'Invincible One-Finger Poke to Death'; that's too uncultured."

"Got it!"

Suddenly, Su Ming's eyes lit up!

He remembered some silly things from his past life.

As a male born in the 90s in the Dragon Kingdom in his past life,

he had also been a martial arts enthusiast when he was a child.

Naturally, he had also been deeply influenced by it.

Wearing a pot lid on his head, draped in a sack.

Dreaming every day of finding a secret manual and acting chivalrously.

Using his fingers to poke walls every day to practice the Great Vajra Finger, only for his fingernails to get torn off;

following Shaolin TV to kick steel pipes to practice the Great Vajra Leg, almost breaking his own leg bone.

Those absurd martial arts dreams, unexpectedly, in this world...

were realized in a super high-spec version."

He gestured at the void twice more, then blew on his fingertips with satisfaction:

"This force, this hardness, this depth! This move shall henceforth be called—

[Great Vajra Finger]!"

"If anyone dares to say my move isn't authentic, I'll use this finger to give them a free skull piercing!"

After quite a bit of chuunibyou excitement!

Su Ming set an alarm and lay down on the wooden floor mat, closing his eyes.

Tomorrow at 5:30, at the gate of the Scrap Yard, Shen Qingci would come to pick him up.

Destination: Southern Source Abyss, Abyss Entrance No. 7.

Su Ming closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

Dining in the wild would definitely be pleasant!

...

At the same time.

Jiangcheng No. 1 Courtyard, underground second-floor training room.

"Pfft!"

Zhao Kuo had just been awakened by a physician with a healing potion and heard his subordinate's report.

He couldn't catch his breath, and another mouthful of blood sprayed onto the carpet.

The bandages on his chest were instantly stained red.

"What did you say?!"

His eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed the collar of the thug who had delivered the news.

"Baozi is crippled? Li Changhe is also crippled?!"

The thug was so scared his legs wouldn't bend, and his crotch was wet and warm.

He stuttered for a long time before squeezing out a complete sentence.

"Ye... yes, Young Master Zhao...

We saw it with our own eyes... it was just like... just like kneading dough..."

Zhao Kuo shoved him away, staggered back two steps, and hit the equipment rack behind him.

He didn't believe it.

He didn't believe it.

An F-grade talent.

A dying piece of trash.

How could he possibly crush C-grade alloy with his bare hands?!

He turned his head sharply and looked at the pitiful-looking Liu Ruyan in the corner.

Right, it was the curse!

It must be that causality curse!

She had said that Su Ming's petrification mutation talent would have some causality interference while overdrawing his vitality.

That piece of trash was burning his last few years of life.

In exchange for this kind of monstrous strength that didn't belong to humans!

In Zhao Kuo's eyes, fear and viciousness were mixed together.

It finally turned into hysterical madness.

"Su Ming!!"

He grabbed his phone.

His finger hovered over his contact list, hesitating for several seconds.

In the end, he dialed it anyway.

...

The next day.

5:30 in the morning, the sky was just barely brightening.

Su Ming was wearing that B-grade black waterproof trench coat.

He appeared at the main gate of the Xinghuo Scrap Processing Plant, full of energy.

The cut of the trench coat was countless grades better than his tattered school uniform.

The dark gray fabric set off his now blade-like temperament.

Standing in the thin mist, he stood as tall and straight as if he had walked off the cover of a military magazine.

A few early-arriving workers passed by and glanced at him repeatedly.

"Screech!"

A black off-road vehicle with military license plates roared up and stopped steadily in front of him.

The car door pushed open.

Shen Qingci jumped down from the driver's seat.

Today, she had changed into a tight-fitting black combat suit, with a high-waisted belt cinching her clean waistline.

Her long hair was tied into a high ponytail, revealing a small section of her fair neck on the side.

Heroic and capable, she carried a sense of sharpness like a cold weapon.

She saw Su Ming's black trench coat.

In those eyes that were always as cold as ice,

a flicker of imperceptible brightness flashed, but it vanished in an instant.

"Get in."

Her voice was as concise as ever, carrying a bit of metallic coldness.

"The latest battle report just came back from the front line; the crack in the area we are going to this time expanded by double last night."

Su Ming pulled open the car door and sat in the passenger seat.

The vehicle's engine roared, and it sped away.

The off-road vehicle drove out of Jiangcheng city, heading all the way south.

Shen Qingci tossed over a military tablet.

On it was the newly updated top-secret briefing:

The Southern Military Region had raised the alert level to Grade A last night.

The stable expansion rate of the crack at the No. 7 Source Abyss entrance had soared to 5.2%.

Radar had scanned at least one Tier 3 Source Beast, the "Mountain-Splitting Iron-Spine Rhinoceros," lurking at the edge of the blockade line.

The briefing included a simulation image.

The Mountain-Splitting Iron-Spine Rhinoceros was covered in a dark gray carapace.

Its single horn was like a piece of rusty red steel cone.

Its body was larger than two military trucks.

Below the image, it was noted:

Actual combat power comparable to a human Tier 4 powerhouse.

The single horn can penetrate any known alloy.

Survival rate for Awakened below Gold level is 5%.

Su Ming stared at the image for three seconds.

What he was thinking in his head was not "how to fight it."

But rather... this thing is such a big hunk.

Its armor is so thick and dense; how many mass points could I get if I devoured it?

He silently returned the tablet to Shen Qingci, without saying a word.

He leaned back against the seat and closed his eyes to sleep.

Shen Qingci: "..."

Please, have some respect for a Tier 3 Source Beast!

Are you all heart below your neck!

...

One hour later.

The off-road vehicle was stopped in front of a heavily guarded steel defense line.

Thirty kilometers from the Source Abyss entrance, at the outer checkpoint.

The moment the car window was rolled down,

a thick, pungent smell of blood mixed with the smell of gunpowder smoke rushed into the carriage.

Su Ming opened his eyes.

Not far away, rows of stretchers covered with white cloth were being transported from the front line to the rear.

Where the white cloth didn't cover them properly, charred limbs and broken arms were exposed.

Dark red bloodstains on the ground extended from the checkpoint gate all the way to the field tents in the rear.

Like a stream that never ended.

The officer in charge of verification was a one-armed middle-aged man.

His empty left sleeve was pinned to his shoulder.

His right hand took Shen Qingci's pass and flipped through it twice, his brows knitting into a knot.

He glanced at Shen Qingci's identity information on the pass.

Then he bent down to look at Su Ming in the passenger seat.

His gaze lingered on Su Ming's face for a second.

Too young.

"Miss Shen, didn't the headquarters notify you?"

The one-armed officer's voice was hoarse, as if he had been shouting orders all night.

"The front line just suffered a round of small-scale beast tide impact an hour ago, and our defense line is contracting.

Going in now, even we cannot guarantee your safety."

When he handed the pass back, he took another look at Su Ming.

Too young.

Shen Qingci glanced at those stretchers.

Her hand on the steering wheel tightened.

But her eyes did not waver in the slightest.

She was just about to speak.

"ROAR!!!"

A beast roar.

Suddenly exploded from the gray, distant sky.

The sound penetrated dozens of kilometers of distance.

Still carrying a pressure that could drill into one's bone marrow.

It was not the physical vibration of sound waves.

But some more primitive, more violent life instinct declaring its territory.

The expressions of all the soldiers at the checkpoint changed simultaneously.

The front windshield of the military off-road vehicle Su Ming was riding in,

actually made a crisp sound in this distant roar.

"Crack."

From the very center, a spiderweb-like crack split open!