75: Chapter 75 Ten-Ton Drift! Newton Can't Control Me Anymore!

The next morning.

Su Ming was licked awake by two waves of wet heat.

He opened his eyes groggily and saw Da Huang's two massive dog heads sandwiching his face from left and right, with two tongues swishing "whoosh" sounds.

Da Huang's enthusiasm was much more effective than an alarm clock.

He pushed away those two dog heads in disgust, sat up in one motion, and yawned.

"Morning, bad luck!"

He opened his eyes while grumbling and discovered he was covered by a familiar pink blanket, which still retained a faint fragrance.

Su Ming looked down at the blanket, then at the tightly closed tent flap, and the corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily.

Heh, women.

He folded the blanket neatly and placed it at the tent entrance.

Then he opened the system panel and glanced at the data.

[Host: Su Ming]

[Realm: Tier 3 Silver]

[Life Form: First Life Form (Carbon-based Mortal)]

[True Mass: 10130.3 kg (+)]

[mass points: 10100]

[Promotion Progress: 10.13%]

Overnight, his True Mass had increased by over a hundred kilograms, thanks to the compound interest of his talent.

And his mass points, thanks to the hard work of the "Space Steward" overnight, had broken through the ten-thousand mark once again!

The exotic beast corpses in the system space were almost depleted.

At this rate, as long as there was enough "ingredients," he would easily break through to Tier 4 Gold in just over a week!

"System, what are the requirements for the next life form?"

[System Prompt: The carrying limit for a Carbon-based Mortal is 100,000 kg of True Mass. When the host promotes to Tier 4 Gold, the second life form will be automatically activated.]

One hundred thousand kilograms, one hundred tons.

That meant that upon breaking through to Tier 4, he would evolve from a "Carbon-based Mortal" into some unknown, brand-new life form.

Su Ming understood, feeling a faint sense of anticipation.

Just then, the tent flap was lifted, and Shen Qingci walked out, having changed back into her black nano combat suit, looking heroic and spirited.

Su Ming looked at her and suddenly asked a question: "Senior, how much do you weigh?"

Shen Qingci's gaze instantly turned cold.

"None of your business!"

A woman's weight and age are top-secret!

She gave Su Ming a standard eye-roll and turned to wash up.

Su Ming rubbed his chin, estimating to himself.

Given her height and build, she couldn't weigh more than about 110 jin at most.

He turned to look at Da Huang; Da Huang had carried Shen Qingci alone yesterday, would it know...?

Da Huang tilted both its heads, its four eyes meeting his gaze innocently.

Forget it.

Asking a husky for data is worse than asking a rock.

He took two wolf legs from the space and tossed them to Da Huang.

The fire-element dog head launched a fireball to start the fire, and Da Huang squatted there, beginning to roast the meat.

Su Ming withdrew his gaze and opened the sequence tab of the system shop.

With a massive fortune of ten thousand points in hand, he had to convert it into combat power immediately.

The mobility weakness exposed in the battle against the Wolf King had to be solved.

[Inertial Drift], he was determined to get it.

When he expanded the list, besides [Inertial Drift], a brand-new dark gold skill icon had appeared below it.

[Inertial Drift]

[Redemption Price: 5000 mass points]

[During high-speed movement, use your own mass as an anchor point to reconstruct the direction of the inertial vector, achieving directional deviation and rapid trajectory changes. The greater the moving mass, the wider the range of deflection angles, and the higher the precision of trajectory changes.]

His gaze shifted to the second icon.

[Mass Heavy Cannon]

[Redemption Price: 5000 mass points]

[Effect: Instantly release the micro-particle constraints of "Mass Concealment" on the entire body, compressing and transferring the instantaneous kinetic energy of the host's entire True Mass to a designated attack point (fist, elbow, knee, foot, etc.) within 0.1 seconds.]

There was an extra line of small text below: [Prerequisite Sequence: Mass Concealment - Achieved].

Two sequences, five thousand each, ten thousand mass points.

"I...!"

Su Ming was speechless.

Only one hundred left after buying.

Another precise harvest.

Just when he had earned some hard-earned money, they presented two sky-high-priced items he couldn't refuse!

One was a functional god-tier skill that made up for his biggest weakness.

Once learned, he would evolve from a "mindless charging" lump of iron into a "combat grandmaster."

The other was an explosive god-tier skill for ultimate point-killing!

Kinetic energy correction of five times his True Mass!

He was at ten tons now, five times that was fifty thousand kilograms!

What kind of concept was it to concentrate fifty thousand kilograms of mass into a punch and strike it out?

This wasn't hitting a person; this was tearing down a building.

He somewhat understood the design philosophy of this sequence.

The deeper the Mass Concealment was suppressed, the fiercer it would be the moment it was released.

Two sides of the same coin; offense and defense in a single thought.

Usually gentle and refined, but with one punch, he could send someone away!

Su Ming looked at his ten-thousand-something mass points, his heart bleeding.

Buy! Buy them all!

If you don't spend money, are you going to keep it to breed?

[Ding! Consumed 5000 mass points, successfully redeemed skill: Inertial Drift!]

[Ding! Consumed 5000 mass points, successfully redeemed skill: Mass Heavy Cannon!]

Two streams of dark gold light poured into his body simultaneously.

One was gentle, like liquid metal seeping along his muscle fibers, rewriting his movement instincts;

The other was violent, lurking deep within his bones, like a bomb waiting to be detonated.

Rich in the morning, poor in a second.

But Su Ming's mood was incredibly cheerful, an unprecedented sense of power and confidence filling his limbs and bones.

He was already hungry and impatient!

First, let's try [Inertial Drift].

He walked to an open area of scorched earth outside the tent and loosened his wrists and ankles.

Fifty meters ahead, a giant rock three people tall stood alone.

Su Ming leaned forward slightly.

The next second, [Mass Engine] activated!

Boom—!

The terrifying mass of ten tons erupted instantly, the scorched earth beneath his feet crumbling into powder, and the shockwave sent gravel flying several meters away.

He transformed into a black lightning bolt released from a bowstring, charging straight toward the giant rock.

Shen Qingci, standing to the side, had her pupils shrink slightly; what kind of madness was this guy up to again?

Seeing Su Ming about to slam into the giant rock at that earth-shattering speed, she had even foreseen the image of the giant rock being smashed into powder.

However, just at the moment before impact, a sudden change occurred!

In the midst of his high-speed charge, Su Ming's body, in a posture that completely defied the laws of physics, exerted sudden force from his waist and hips, and his entire center of gravity shifted instantly to the left!

A strange feeling he had never experienced before spread throughout his entire body.

His mass was no longer a burden; it had become an anchor point.

That inertia was twisted in direction by an invisible force field, and his ten-ton body traced an arc along the surface of the giant rock, brushing past it from the side!

The giant rock was shaken, causing a crack to appear from the air pressure as he passed.

Su Ming slid out twenty meters, his feet plowing two deep trenches into the ground, and he stopped steadily.

He looked down at the arc-shaped mark on the ground, his mouth grinning from ear to ear.

Direction controllable, angle adjustable, speed completely undiminished.

Let's do it again.

This time he added a trajectory change.

The moment the Mass Engine activated, he first veered sharply thirty degrees to the left, then pulled back sharply forty-five degrees to the right, drawing an acute-angled Z-shape on the Gobi desert.

Gravel flew, and a long dragon of dust meandered like a snake.

The image of a ten-ton body drifting at high speed on the ground looked completely contrary to common physical sense.

Before, he was a cannonball that could only be fired in a straight line.

Now he had become a cruise nuclear bomb capable of active guidance and drifting through corners!

Su Ming was having so much fun, drifting continuously for seven or eight laps in the wilderness.

Shen Qingci stood by the tent, holding a cup of Source Energy drink, completely dumbfounded.

Watching Su Ming's ten-ton body perform sharp turns and trajectory changes comparable to a fighter jet, the corners of her mouth twitched violently.

She found that she didn't know what words to use to describe the shock she felt at this moment.

Why? Why did such strange things always happen to Su Ming?

What about the laws of physics? What about mass inertia?

Who can control this guy?

Su Ming felt the wonderful sensation of controlling inertia within his body, the BGM of "Deja Vu" deafeningly loud.

He drifted from a distance, tail-whipped to a stop in front of Shen Qingci, with a smug look on his face.

"Basic stuff, don't be impressed; this is called... Drifting!?"

Looking at this idiot who had tail-whipped to a stop with "I'm the coolest" written all over his face, Shen Qingci rubbed her temples.

"You'd better tone down the showing off; always breaking common sense, you'll trip up sooner or later!"

Su Ming bowed his head slightly, leaning close to Shen Qingci's pretty face, which was filled with shock, and said mysteriously:

"Senior, let me tell you a secret... Actually, the laws of physics have already collapsed. Newton can't control me anymore; this matter needs his younger brother to handle it."

Shen Qingci frowned: "Who is Newton?... And who is his younger brother?"

Su Ming grinned, his tone extremely arrogant:

"Newton is the True God of the Law of Force, and his younger brother is—Niu Bi!"