183: Chapter 183 Meteor Hammer, Extermination

Chapter 183: Meteor Hammer, Absolute Extermination

The room was pitch black, filled with a suffocating, deathly silence.

He Jin hugged his niece and hid inside the wardrobe, not daring to even let out a single heavy breath.

He was terrified that if he opened his mouth, his heart, which had already risen to his throat, would drop out.

At this moment, apart from the thump-thump-thump of his own heartbeat,

he could only hear a calf-like, wheezing sound and the howling wind blowing outside the window.

Forcibly suppressing his fear, He Jin stealthily peeked outward through the gap in the wardrobe.

He saw the vague outline of a tall and strong man emerging in the darkness.

He wore a white mask on his face, and his eyes flickered with a dim light like red gemstones.

Meanwhile, that monster stood on the opposite side, staring fixedly at the other party while continuously letting out heavy wheezes from its mouth.

It seemed to have shifted its predatory target onto the man, or perhaps it sensed some kind of dangerous aura.

Both sides confronted each other, their bodies tense and motionless.

It was as if they were stepping on a thread beneath their feet; the moment anyone moved first, it would instantly ignite a powder keg and cause an explosion.

Even He Jin, hiding in the dark and peeking, had his nerves tightly strung, his palms full of sweat.

Right in this nearly frozen atmosphere,

suddenly, that tightly strung thread was finally touched.

Whoosh!

In an instant, red light burst forth, and a violent wind raged.

Immediately after, with a "bang" sound,

two bodies with afterimages crashed fiercely into each other.

As their flesh and blood collided, it surprisingly produced a dull echo resembling steel blocks and rocks.

Clatter—

Accompanied by a sound of dragging, the monster's strength was clearly much smaller, and it was knocked back repeatedly.

Boom!

Following closely, the entire room trembled violently.

A large shattering sound of glass rang out, as if some heavy object had smashed through the window and fallen from upstairs.

Then, a dull landing sound quickly came from the street.

The commotion was so great that even the e-bikes and cars parked downstairs emitted wailing alarm sounds accordingly.

He Jin's pupils widened, his face blank.

Everything happened too fast, making him completely unaware of what on earth had happened.

After he recovered his senses, he gave a shudder and hurriedly crawled out of the wardrobe.

In the darkness, He Jin looked around nervously.

He saw that this small bedroom seemed to have been ravaged and devastated by a hurricane.

It was a complete mess everywhere, with large sections of the floor ripped up and plowed into two deep trenches.

Raising his head to look at the window,

bricks cracked, concrete was exposed, and the entire frame had disappeared, strikingly turning into a pitch-black hole.

The cold wind whistled as it poured in, as if recounting the tragic scene it had just experienced.

He Jin gasped, cautiously walked to the window hole, and poked his head out to look down.

The alarms of the e-bikes and cars were still wailing incessantly.

The moonlight flickered uncertainly upon the street, and two figures could be faintly seen overlapping together.

One of them continuously threw punches, smashing down.

As if driving piles, every time a fist fell, the ground would tremble slightly.

Bang!

Fang Cheng smashed a punch onto the iron-hard skull.

Then, expressionless, he raised his arm again, preparing to completely smash the head of the person pinned beneath him.

Right at this moment, with a "shoo" sound,

the person being severely beaten on the ground suddenly opened his big mouth, and a red line shot out like lightning, carrying a piercing whistle that tore through the air, stabbing towards Fang Cheng's face.

At such a face-to-face close distance, encountering this kind of sudden sneak-attack-like assault,

for a Mortal, it was simply a fatal, must-kill move.

But Fang Cheng's neural reaction speed was far beyond what a Mortal could compare to.

Instantly, he tilted his head backward and used his palm to block the attack.

Subsequently, the two skill traits of "Elasticity" and "Ape Waist" activated, and his entire body instantly flew backward for a certain distance.

After neutralizing this impact force, he rotated in the air and landed steadily on the ground.

Raising his eyes to look again, he discovered that the thing attacking him was shockingly a tongue several meters long.

After the sneak attack failed, that barbs-covered tongue whipped like a long whip, instantly shortening and retracting back into the mouth.

At this time, the person who had been beaten earlier also staggeringly stood up.

Under the cool moonlight, his appearance could be seen completely.

His height was about the same as a normal person, but his skin was a cyan-black color, and large areas of ulceration had appeared.

Especially the flesh on his face, which looked as though it had been gnawed away by a beast, revealing blood-stained, gleaming white bones.

With a bald head and his mouth slightly parted, sharp, sawtooth-like fangs were exposed.

Vaguely, a few facial features belonging to He Yao could still be discerned.

Not knowing what on earth had happened to turn this honest and kind-hearted neighbor into this ghostly appearance.

The most crucial part was that:

His entire chest was caved in with a fist print, and his head had also been smashed by himself until his eyeballs bulged and his nasal bone shattered.

Having endured such heavy injuries, he could still stand back up.

It seemed as long as his skeleton did not fall apart, he could continue to move.

This looked nothing like the appearance of a living creature.

Fang Cheng even associated it with a certain legendary creature—a zombie.

If compared with the experimental subjects he had encountered before,

it didn't have such strong physical recovery ability, and the rot on its skin and muscles was even more severe.

However, its bones were extremely hard, clanging like metal and iron when struck.

If not for Fang Cheng possessing the "Iron Fist" special effect, it probably would have been very difficult to inflict effective damage on it.

Even so, a heavy punch attack with 40 points of strength and the Qilin Arm bonus only broke the opponent's sternum and did not instantly kill this monster.

However,

"I am no longer the rookie I used to be..."

Fang Cheng lowered his gaze, glancing at the several bloody scratches cut by the barbs on his palm.

Before any blood droplets could drip down, he flicked his hand gently, and the bleeding had already stopped, healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Feeling True Qi rapidly repairing his injuries, Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed.

His extraordinary Physique of 41 points had already begun to show results.

Next was the time for the 40-point strength attribute to unleash its power.

After the monster stabilized its body, it seemed to have grown smarter and did not continue to contest brute force with Fang Cheng.

Its mouth split open, and its extended tongue shot out swiftly like a sharp arrow.

In an instant, the piercing shriek was grating, resembling a red lightning bolt tearing through the night sky, so fast that it caught one off guard.

However, Fang Cheng's reaction speed was even faster.

After dodging twice in succession, his gaze suddenly became as sharp as a falcon's, capturing the opportunity.

Just as the third attack arrived, his hands lunged forward swiftly, grabbing hold of this retractable tongue.

Then his ten fingers clenched tightly, gripping it firmly, and his arms suddenly exerted force.

Swish!

The monster's entire body was unexpectedly swung directly up into the air.

Following closely with a "bang", it heavily landed on the flowerbed, smashing the concrete to crack and brick fragments to scatter everywhere.

After the barb-covered red tongue was grabbed by Fang Cheng, it remarkably turned into a chain tied with a meteor hammer.

And the monster's body was the swinging iron hammer weapon, continuously flying back and forth in the air and falling, making all kinds of intimate contact with the equally hard concrete ground.

Impact!

Impact!

Impact again!

After each impact, human-shaped pits were shockingly left behind.

Strangely enough,

the monster's whole body muscles were rotten, yet the tongue used for eating grew exceptionally sturdy and possessed extreme toughness.

However,

after seven consecutive impacts, this tongue could not withstand the tremendous pulling force either.

Along with a splatter of blood droplets, the tongue snapped from the middle section.

The monster let out a screech of incomparably miserable screams, finally escaping the doom of being used as a pendulum.

Under the streetlamp, dragging its battered body, it staggeringly crawled back up.

Then, without the slightest hesitation, it turned around and fled toward the darkness.

Although its appearance and behavior looked like a completely mindless zombie, its judgment regarding danger still existed.

At this moment, it had deeply realized that it was far from being a match for the prey before its eyes and could only passively take a beating.

If this continued, let alone eating meat, it would probably lose its life right here on the spot.

At this time, a few lights faintly lit up in the surrounding residential buildings.

Without exception, they looked on!

Evidently, many slumbering neighbors were awakened by the noisy alarms outside.

More people hid in the darkness, poking their heads out one after another, watching the scene on the street with trepidation.

Especially inside the Tubular Building, several familiar faces could be seen emerging from behind the windows.

Fang Cheng's gaze swept across abruptly, his heart stirring slightly.

He adjusted the mask he wore on his face.

Looking at that monster's retreating figure, he silently counted to four in his heart.

Letting it flee a few dozen meters away, he immediately stepped forward to give chase.

...

Two kilometers away, the North Point old urban area.

In the dark and damp alleys, sewage flowed horizontally and garbage piled up.

A man's figure was running desperately in a panic, choosing any path blindly.

It was as if some terrifying monster was chasing him from behind.

In the distance, the wailing of police cars faintly came over, piercing the silent and cold night sky.

The man's footsteps became even more hurried, occasionally turning back to glance behind him.

The dim streetlamp light shone down, exposing his extremely terrifying and chilling face.

Nearly half of the flesh on his face had fallen off, his lips were turned upward, his eyeballs bulged, and they faintly flickered with a ghostly green light like will-o'-the-wisps.

This fleeing fellow shouldn't really be called a human at all anymore.

He Yao looked back at the pitch-black path he had come from.

Although he was reluctant to leave that place filled with the familiar scent of his family's flesh and blood,

there was no other way; he had been targeted by a monster, so he needed to hide first before continuing to enhance his strength.

However, before that...

He Yao's face was incomparably distorted, his whole body trembling as an evil voice echoed continuously in his mind.

"I want to eat meat! I want to eat meat! I want to eat meat!"

As the desire-filled voice chanted repeatedly, the little remaining rationality was quickly suppressed.

He suddenly raised his head, looking at a household ahead.

A faint light like a firefly faintly leaked out from the window.

"Since I cannot eat the flesh and blood of my family, I will reluctantly eat the people here to fill my stomach first!"

"Anyway, that guy... doesn't seem to have chased after me either..."

A fat, large gray rat squeaked and darted out, arousing bursts of dog barking.

He Yao couldn't help but gulp, swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

The battle just now had consumed too much energy, making him even more hungry and thirsty now, unable to curb the desire to feast heartily.

Just as he was restless and eager to move, an aura like lingering maggots struck instantly.

He Yao's heart skipped a beat. Immediately, his feet touched the ground, and like a beast, he leaped onto the wall, nimbly vaulting into another alley, attempting to shake off the pursuer behind him.

But not long after,

his rationality, which had briefly recovered for a few seconds, was once again swallowed up by the noisy voices in his heart.

Unable to endure the extremely suppressed desire to feed, He Yao couldn't help but split his mouth open.

"I want to eat meat. As long as I eat more meat, eating the flesh and blood of my family, I can grow to look more like a human."

"Why? Why won't you let me eat?!"

His heart was filled with fury and greed.

The green light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter, like a will-o'-the-wisp igniting, burning his will and devouring his Physical Body.

Tap.

He Yao's footsteps paused as he stepped into the sewage and stopped.

Ten meters away,

Fang Cheng's figure shifted and moved, his gaze piercing through the darkness, firmly locking onto the monster's figure.

He had been following closely behind all along, not rushing to make a move.

He simply wanted to see where on earth the opponent was planning to run.

Suddenly, seeing that the monster no longer continued to run, but instead let out a beast-like low roar and turned around to pounce,

it seemed... prepared to fight to the death.

Fang Cheng snorted coldly, throwing himself forward to meet it head-on, and landed a fast and accurate jab right at the target's head.

Slap!

Caught off guard, He Yao's body was shockingly beaten flying backward, tumbling several somersaults.

Although it was merely a jab pursuing nimbleness and speed, wielded in Fang Cheng's hands, it was as powerful and fierce as a heavy artillery shell.

Bang!

Just as He Yao tried to crawl back up, Fang Cheng made another charge with a whipping kick,

kicking him away like a leather ball, heavily crashing into the alley wall.

Crack—

He Yao's entire body sank into the concrete wall behind him, and spiderweb-like cracks abruptly split open on the wall surface.

Just like having been hit head-on by a car a moment ago.

"Hah... hah..."

Lowering his head, He Yao split the corners of his mouth wide open, his fangs fully exposed.

At this moment, his whole body was as if his skeleton had fallen apart, tottering on the verge of collapse, and his chest was long since bloody and mangled out of shape.

Yet his mouth still opened and closed repeatedly, like a hungry beast trying its utmost to tear a piece of flesh from its prey.

Looking at his incomparably frantic appearance, Fang Cheng knitted his brows slightly.

Flashes of past images crossed his mind, recalling his nodding acquaintance with He Yao, as well as the helpless orphan and widow he had left behind.

He couldn't help but let out a secret sigh, then said in a deep voice:

"Brother He, I know you probably don't want to turn into this ghostly appearance either."

"Therefore, let me help relieve your pain now, and rest in peace from now on."

Saying this, Fang Cheng's expression turned solemn. He twisted his neck, clenched his fists once more, producing a long string of crisp "click-click" sounds.

Preparing to unleash the Qilin Arm to deliver the final punch to this former neighbor and completely send him on his way.

"Wait..."

Just at this moment, He Yao, who had completely lost his sanity, suddenly opened his mouth and spoke.

Then,

like a tattered sack, his body staggeringly managed to stand up once more.

Fang Cheng looked at him in surprise, his fists still tightly clenched and ready to strike.

He Yao raised his head, his eyes flickering with an eerie green light, resembling two flames burning.

"Young man, you must know that where people can be spared, spare them. Why drive them to absolute extermination?"

His tone appeared unusual, with a hint of senile agedness leaking through his voice.

Because half of his tongue was broken, it carried even more of a wailing sound.

Faintly drifting in the air, it was like a bone-chilling cold wind blowing from a distant place.

After staring intently at him once, Fang Cheng said in a deep voice:

"You are not He Yao."

He Yao was silent for a moment, then replied:

"Of course I am not."

Then, shifting the topic, he said coldly once more:

"However, He Yao is something that belongs to me..."