39: Chapter 39 Yang Shan's Life Worse Than Death

The event happened so suddenly that Yang Shan's mind went blank, and he had no time to react at all.

He was a B-Rank Transcendent of the special type, but because his ability was unique, his basic physical fitness was only comparable to most C-Rank Transcendent.

Chen Moxuan's speed at that moment exceeded the limits of Yang Shan's reaction time; before Yang Shan could even think of using his Special Ability, he was pressed onto the ground by Chen Moxuan in the next instant.

A blinding flash of electricity roared past, and Chen Moxuan clamped onto Yang Shan's face, pressing him into the ground and dragging him along with one hand.

Wherever they passed, bricks crumbled, and sparks of electricity splattered everywhere.

Chen Moxuan used Yang Shan's face like a plow, forcefully carving a shocking, deep gully into the ground.

Immediately afterward, Chen Moxuan whipped his arm suddenly, and accompanied by a whistling sound, Yang Shan's body was violently flung away.

"Bang!"

Yang Shan slammed heavily into the wall, and the wall, unable to bear the weight, collapsed instantly, leaving behind a human-shaped hole.

Chen Moxuan stood quietly, a flash of electricity flickering deep within his pupils.

Even though it was pitch black all around, he could still clearly track Yang Shan's struggling figure amidst the wall's ruins.

Half of Yang Shan's face had its skin and flesh peeled back, already turned into a mass of blurred, mangled meat.

His eyes, which were already bloodshot and red, widened even further due to the unbearable agony, as if they were about to burst from their sockets.

"I don't know how you managed to absorb the Ethereal Spirit Electricity, but that was your only chance!"

Yang Shan roared and spread his fingers toward Chen Moxuan, as an invisible wave emanated from his palm.

"For the rest of your days, you will regret not seizing the opportunity to knock me unconscious just now!" Yang Shan laughed maniacally, as if victory were already in his grasp.

Yang Shan's physical fitness was only C-Rank; the reason he was able to receive a B-Rank overall rating among Transcendent was due to the power of his Special Ability.

Usually, the range of his Special Ability was enough to cover the entire mental hospital, and when he released this ability in a concentrated burst, even an A-Rank Transcendent would be affected, and those with Mental Energy not as strong as an A-Rank Transcendent would fall directly into a deep sleep.

However, when this wave passed through Chen Moxuan, it only caused the arcs of electricity around his body to sway slightly, as if brushed by a gentle breeze.

Chen Moxuan remained as if nothing had happened, walking slowly toward Yang Shan and shaking his head as he said:

"The doctors here say I have severe violent tendencies."

"If I finished you off in an instant, it would be letting you off too easily; it wouldn't be satisfying enough."

Witnessing this, the maniacal smile on Yang Shan's face froze instantly:

"How is that possible!"

Chen Moxuan seemed not to hear Yang Shan's shock; his expression was cold and stern as he stepped unhurriedly and steadily toward Yang Shan.

"Impossible! It's impossible!"

Yang Shan fell into a complete frenzy, waving his hands wildly and continuously releasing waves of his Special Ability in Chen Moxuan's direction.

He could not accept that the Special Ability he had always been so proud of was completely ineffective before Chen Moxuan.

"Although you're stronger than before, your Mental Energy is clearly at most only at the B-Rank level!"

The invisible wave, like a surging tide, crashed against Chen Moxuan wave after wave, but only stirred up a ripple of electric arcs.

The electricity surrounding Chen Moxuan seemed to form a force field, completely blocking out Yang Shan's Special Ability.

The essence of Yang Shan's Special Ability was to use Mental Energy as a carrier to release a type of intense electromagnetic wave.

Therefore, besides relying on having Mental Energy exceeding Yang Shan's to resist, physical methods could also work just as well.

For example, an electromagnetic barrier.

Chen Moxuan took a sudden step forward, and in a flash of electricity, he grabbed Yang Shan's flailing arm.

Immediately after, a hair-raising, crisp sound of bone breaking rang out, accompanied by Yang Shan's agonizing scream.

"Arghhhh—!"

"Not bad, not bad, you've got spirit."

Chen Moxuan's gaze was icy as he watched Yang Shan rolling on the ground clutching his arm, his words filled with mockery and ridicule.

Having lost the reliance of his Special Ability, in front of Chen Moxuan, who had reached the pinnacle of multiple Martial Skills, Yang Shan was nothing more than an ordinary person with brute strength.

The calmness and disdain in Chen Moxuan's words instantly ignited Yang Shan's fury.

As a B-Rank Transcendent, Yang Shan had always been accustomed to being high and mighty, looking down on others from the stance of the strong, and bossing people around; when had he ever suffered such contempt?

"I am a B-Rank Transcendent! Do you understand what a B-Rank is?! How dare you treat me..."

Yang Shan roared at Chen Moxuan again subconsciously.

However, when he met Chen Moxuan's cold, deep gaze, those arrogant words at his lips were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter another syllable.

At that moment, an unprecedented fear surged from the bottom of his heart and quickly spread throughout his entire body.

If there had been a mirror at this moment, allowing Yang Shan to glimpse his own eyes...

He would definitely have discovered that the fear in those eyes was identical to the look in the eyes of those he had tormented in his nightmares.

"Wait... what are you doing?!" Yang Shan's voice trembled uncontrollably.

"I said it from the beginning: I'm going to cripple you." Chen Moxuan's voice was low and cold as he grabbed Yang Shan and lifted him up abruptly, leaving him suspended in mid-air.

In the next instant, electricity surged, and Chen Moxuan's fists, wrapped in electric light, instantly transformed into countless afterimages, pounding furiously against Yang Shan's body.

Each fist shadow carried terrifying power; wherever they struck, the air was torn apart, emitting sharp whistling sounds.

In an extremely brief instant, Yang Shan felt as if his body was subjected to the baptism of a violent storm.

Under this dense barrage of attacks, the ribs throughout his body snapped one by one, like fragile, withered branches.

The intense pain converged at the same moment, rushing madly toward his brain, as if it were going to tear his skull apart, his mind nearly collapsing.

And every time Chen Moxuan threw a punch, the lightning on his fist would pierce into Yang Shan's body, churning his nerves like steel knives, forcing him to remain conscious.

At this moment, Yang Shan could find no other way to vent his pain other than screaming at the top of his lungs; screams echoed in the room, shrill and desperate.

When Yang Shan fell heavily back to the ground, he was already like a rag, only able to lie on the floor with his limbs twisted.

He moved his lips slightly, wanting to say something, but only a few slurred, gasping sounds could come out of his throat.

"Kill me..."

Even though his whole body was in maddening pain, he remained conscious under the influence of the Ethereal Spirit Electricity.

At this moment, Yang Shan, who enjoyed tormenting others for pleasure, finally understood what it meant to suffer a fate worse than death.

"Come to think of it, I have to thank you." Chen Moxuan looked down at the dying Yang Shan, his voice calm to the point of indifference.

"You made me realize that what I truly fear is living a mundane, ordinary daily life."

After saying this, he slowly crouched down and gently placed his palm on Yang Shan's head, where faint electric light began to surge beneath his hand.

"So, as you wish."