47: Chapter 47 Capable of changing size, flexible and adaptable

Shen Qingci stood before the rock wall for about three seconds.

She blinked, tapping the hilt of her blade twice against the edge of the stone crevice.

"Come out on your own."

"I can't get out, my hand is stuck. Give me a pull, at least."

Shen Qingci reached out irritably and grabbed him by the collar of his trench coat.

Channeling her Geng Metal Qi, she gave a forceful yank.

*Pfft!!*

Su Ming was pulled out of the wall crevice along with a shower of rubble.

It was like pulling out a particularly uncooperative green onion.

Su Ming landed and patted the dust off his trench coat.

He rolled his left shoulder, then his right.

He rotated his neck, producing several faint cracking sounds from his joints.

"That's better."

Shen Qingci sized him up from head to toe.

Not a single scratch.

Even the skin on his forehead was smooth and healthy, without a trace of redness or swelling.

She looked back at the rock wall.

The two Tier 2 Iron-Bone Hyenas that had served as a buffer had completed a perfect transformation from 3D to 2D.

Crushed by a thousand tons of kinetic energy, they were now no different from flat wooden boards.

The most ridiculous part was that Su Ming hadn't even lost a single hair!

She really wanted to just ignore this problem in her mind.

But she was simply too curious!

There was no way to ignore it.

"Su Ming."

"Yeah?"

"Just how much are you hiding from me?" Shen Qingci suddenly raised her hand.

The cold blade was placed directly across Su Ming's chest.

The edge was less than three inches from his neck, radiating a lethal chill.

Shen Qingci's expression was serious to the extreme.

Her gaze no longer held the pity from the beginning, nor the casualness she showed toward logistics personnel.

Instead, she truly regarded Su Ming as an unfathomably dangerous individual.

"Exploding a Tier 3 Beast King with a single slap is absolutely not something the side effects of overdrawing your life force can explain."

Shen Qingci's words were sharp and cold, cutting straight to the point.

"The useless top student of Jiangcheng No. 1 High School?

A secondary mutation of Osteoporosis?

Are you taking me for a fool?"

A cold wind blew past.

The Crimson Gold Wasteland Mastiff shivered in the corner, burying its head even lower.

Facing Shen Qingci's direct interrogation, Su Ming's expression remained unchanged.

He looked down, glancing at the Tang cross-sword held across him.

Instead of backing away, he took half a step forward toward the blade.

His chest was almost pressed against the cold, sharp surface of the sword.

This single movement was incredibly oppressive.

He dropped his usual playful demeanor.

His gaze suddenly became deep and mysterious.

A deliberately disguised gravity weighed in the depths of his eyes.

"You really want to know?"

Su Ming's voice dropped a few octaves,

carrying a hint of raspiness and allure.

Shen Qingci's back stiffened slightly.

Her hand gripping the sword tightened unconsciously.

"Cut the nonsense. Speak."

Su Ming exhaled.

He leaned his head in close to Shen Qingci.

The two of them were extremely close.

His warm breath brushed intentionally or unintentionally against her crystalline, fair earlobe.

"Since we're on the same side, I'll be honest with you.

But you must keep my secret."

Su Ming's tone was low, as if he had made a major decision.

"Actually, my physical structure... is different from ordinary people."

Shen Qingci even slowed her breathing.

Could this kid really be the ultimate weapon of some top-secret human modification project?

A strategic-grade meat shield cultivated in secret by the military?

"What I awakened is an extremely rare form of physical control."

Su Ming stared straight into Shen Qingci's beautiful eyes.

The corner of his mouth twitched up in a very well-hidden smirk.

"Simply put... I can control certain specific parts of my body at will."

Shen Qingci frowned: "Certain specific parts?"

"Yes." He nodded solemnly,

"As long as I want, I can make my body,

in an instant, become stiffer than a Tier 3 alloy."

He paused for half a second, his tone becoming even more profound.

"Of course. When it's not needed, it can also become very soft.

It can be big, it can be small.

It expands and contracts freely."

The entire Ash Belt fell silent.

Even the wind tactfully stopped.

For the first second,

Shen Qingci was still maintaining the rigorous attitude of an honors student from the Federal Central Military University,

analyzing the scientific feasibility of these words in her mind.

Arbitrarily changing body tissue density?

This seemingly touched upon the fundamental laws of microscopic matter.

However, the next second...

Body parts?

Becoming hard? Becoming soft?

Can be big or small,

expands and contracts freely?

These few terms reorganized themselves in her mind.

A thunderclap exploded in her brain.

Her gaze uncontrollably drifted down by half an inch.

Certain R-rated, suggestive images

detonated directly within her CPU!

*Whoosh—*

A flush rose visibly from her cheeks.

It instantly spread to her slender, swan-like neck.

Even her fair earlobes turned blood-red.

Those eyes, which were originally full of killing intent and interrogation, were now filled with panic and shameful indignation.

"Su Ming! You... you-you-you filthy pervert!"

Shen Qingci trembled with rage.

The Tang cross-sword in her hand emitted a crisp hum.

Losing control for a moment, she slashed directly toward Su Ming's lower body!

This bastard.

To make such lewd jokes in a life-threatening place like the Abyss!

"Hey, hey, hey! Long-legs, what are you doing?

This is the middle of nowhere, you're murdering your own teammate!"

Su Ming retreated a large step with extreme agility, his hands protecting his crotch.

He put on an expression even more shocked and innocent than hers.

"Why is your face red?"

"I was talking about my fists and arm muscles."

Su Ming sized her up with a pained and disappointed look.

"When encountering danger, they instantly tighten and harden into iron fists; after the fight, they relax and return to normal.

Being big or small is because of the blood congestion and expansion of muscle fibers!

Doesn't this align with martial arts common sense?"

He extended his right hand and clenched his fist in front of Shen Qingci.

His knuckles cracked as he showed off his biceps.

Then, Su Ming clicked his tongue and shook his head, his eyes full of disdain.

"Student Shen, what is going on in your head all day?

What kind of indecent extracurricular books do you usually read?"

"...You wouldn't be lusting after my body just because I'm handsome, would you?"

"You—!"

Shen Qingci was so choked by his shameless, counter-accusing remarks that her vision went dark.

She nearly crushed her silver teeth from biting down so hard.

In her entire life, whether it was her father or those geniuses from the great families in the Imperial Capital,

who dared to speak to her in such a tone?

She had never seen a bastard who could make acting like a rogue sound so fresh and refined!

Even more so, she had never seen someone who, after harassing her to her face,

could then turn around and accuse her with the posture of a victim.

The cold edge had already been raised.

Just as Shen Qingci was on the verge of exploding, her chest heaving violently,

the Geng Metal Qi flickered unsteadily on the blade.

Even if it meant failing the mission today,

she was going to carve two holes in this kid's mouth.

"Alright, alright."

Su Ming suddenly pulled back all the playfulness from his face.

His gaze fell upon the Tang cross-sword in Shen Qingci's hand.

"No more jokes. Since I've even told you such a core physical secret,

as an exchange of equal value, I'll ask you a secret too."

Su Ming stared fixedly at that cold blade, his tone becoming certain and deep.

"When you were slaying the hyenas just now, that layer of golden liquid metal attached to your blade..."

"It's the stuff that only exists in top-secret archives... Source Gold, right?"

Su Ming looked up,

meeting Shen Qingci's suddenly constricted pupils.

Gotcha!

You thought you held a handle on me,

but little did you know, I've found your loophole too...!