507: Chapter 507 The 80-point Physique Barrier: The Boundary Between Mortals and Superhumans

Chapter 507: The 80-Point Physique Milestone, The Boundary Between Mortals and Superhumans

Fang Cheng looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes turning deep.

If he had enough reliable subordinates to secretly protect his family twenty-four hours a day and help handle all miscellaneous matters,

then he wouldn't be as restricted as he was now and could completely let go to charge towards a higher strength Realm.

Similarly, with the protection of a massive organizational force, enemies would also harbor misgivings and wouldn't dare easily provoke trouble.

Unfortunately, the Illuminati was just starting out, and manpower was severely lacking.

Lin Chuqiao was busy preparing for the base's construction and material procurement, while Professor Ye Zhiren was formulating plans, recruiting peripheral members, and establishing an intelligence network.

Xiaosa followed behind the two, helping with errands and chores, and handling specific matters.

They were considered core backbones, and each of them shouldered heavy tasks, making it simply impossible for them to spare themselves.

As for Bailing, Pan Wendi, and Xu Hao...

One was an immature young girl, and the other was a flippant, cynical rich second-generation heir.

And the other was just a weakling who was slightly stronger than an ordinary Mortal.

They couldn't be counted on at all.

"Perhaps after Dachui and Monkey arrive in Dongdu, they can be assigned to secretly protect Mom..."

Fang Cheng muttered to himself.

But that was a matter for the future; these next few days required a secure transitional plan.

"It seems I can only first have my uncle pick up Mom to live in Wanghu Town for a few days."

Pondering for a moment, Fang Cheng had an idea in his heart.

The environment over at Wanghu Town was quiet and secluded, and outsiders would naturally stand out and be easily recognized.

With his uncle Li Dingjian looking after things over there, he could rest a bit easier.

Although his uncle wasn't strong in strength, he was alert and cautious in his dealings, and his Physique had enhanced quite a bit after absorbing the blood rain.

He was considered an old hand who had experienced many dangerous operations, and ordinary minor troubles couldn't even get close to him.

Come to think of it, if the people of Utopia truly found out Fang Cheng's identity and wanted to retaliate against him, there were only two possibilities.

Either they would come looking for him directly, make a quick decision, and eliminate him, the chief culprit, first.

Or for the sake of safety, they would choose to take his family members as bargaining chips for blackmail and set up an ambush.

As for the former, Fang Cheng had no fear of battle whatsoever; instead, he wished the enemy would proactively show themselves rather than engaging in any conspiracy and trickery.

As for the latter, although he had misgivings, he wasn't without a contingency plan.

Wanghu Town wasn't far from Haitian Garden in Guanlan District, only a twenty-minute drive away.

If something really happened, relying on his current speed surpassing the sound barrier, reaching the target would only be even faster.

By then, he could completely sense the danger at the very first moment through the Sun Heart Network.

Then he would ambush the opponent with the speed of lightning, catching the enemy off guard.

Fang Cheng's hand holding the towel paused, his gaze narrowing slightly.

Viewed this way, Mom not being by his side might actually be safer instead.

At the very least, it could reduce the probability of being attacked by half.

It could also try to avoid her being directly affected by the battle fallout, buying himself time for a buffer.

Having figured all this out, Fang Cheng turned the faucet back on, washed his face, and then turned off the water source.

Water droplets slid down his cheeks, and he raised his head, staring at himself in the mirror.

Deep within those pitch-black pupils, a trace of Soul-captivating red light faintly flickered, as if a scorching sun was brewing within them.

At this moment, the desire for power in his heart was unprecedentedly strong.

"No matter what, I must become stronger as soon as possible!"

Fang Cheng murmured to himself.

Not just personal martial power value, but also all the social resources and network of forces that could be controlled.

Only when the Illuminati truly grew into a terrifying behemoth and possessed the foundation to shake the world,

could he truly grasp the initiative and no longer have such passive worries back home.

"Chengcheng, are you done washing? If you don't come out soon, the steamed buns are going to get cold!"

From outside the door came his mother Li Biyun's voice, tinged with a bit of reproach, breaking the solemnity inside the washroom.

"Oh, right away!"

Fang Cheng instantly reined in the sharpness and thoughts in his eyes, shouting back a reply.

He quickly picked up a towel to dry his body, grabbed a clean white T-shirt and slipped it on, covering his explosive muscle lines.

Then he pushed open the door, strode out of the dimly lit washroom, and returned once again to that bright world filled with the warmth of Mortal life.

...

The afternoon sunlight poured in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the sky-blue sports floor brightly.

The black leather punching bag hanging under the steel frame crossbeam stood silently in the light and shadow, as if waiting for its master's fists to fall.

However, at this moment, the style of this spacious living room, which was originally filled with a rugged sports vibe, appeared quite eerie.

Looking around, this place had simply turned into a small granary.

Boxed pure milk, mountain-like piles of high-calorie energy bars, whole bags upon bags of whole wheat bread...

Colorful packaging bags occupied almost every corner of the living room, and even the sofa was submerged in a pile of vacuum-packed cooked food.

As for the lid of the large freezer, it was wide open, with chilling cold air continuously overflowing.

Inside, it was already crammed with bloody fresh steaks, lamb legs, and processed whole chickens.

The kitchen gas stove swallowed and spat out blue flames, and a large pressure cooker was steaming, making a "hissss" sound.

A rich aroma of meat permeated the air, and the whole room was filled with enticing scents.

On the stove next to it, there were also two large basins of hearty dishes that had just come out of the pot not long ago.

The braised pig trotters were bright red and glossy, and the pan-fried steak was still sizzling with oil, making one's mouth water just looking at it.

"Click."

The sound of the door lock turning broke the tranquility inside the house.

Fang Cheng pushed the door open and entered, carrying four heavy large black plastic bags in his right hand.

In his left hand, he easily held a large bucket of unopened bottled purified water.

Without changing his shoes, he walked directly to the wall by the door and gently put down the water bucket.

A row of nine buckets of water was already neatly arranged there, and with this bucket, it made exactly ten buckets.

Fang Cheng swept his gaze across them and nodded in satisfaction.

Drawing lessons from his last Breakthrough, to prevent his body's high temperature from causing moisture to evaporate too quickly, he specially prepared sufficient water sources this time.

Then he walked to the dining table and placed the four large bags on the table with a "bang" sound, causing the table legs to tremble slightly.

Immediately afterward, he deftly took out the newly purchased combat supplies one by one from the bags.

The freshly baked crispy roast duck was still warm, its skin golden and crispy, exuding a mouth-watering charred fragrance.

The sliced spiced beef was cold, but its grain was clear and its color deep red.

There were also dozens of vacuum-packed five-spice pig trotters, spicy duck necks, smoked chicken legs, and countless thick ham sausages, spam, and canned tuna.

To gather this big feast, Fang Cheng had almost completely scavenged the braised food shops and small supermarkets on several streets around Haitian Garden.

So much so that when he paid just now, the braised food shop owner and the supermarket cashier looked at him with eyes full of astonishment, as if they had seen a monster.

In the end, he casually made up a lame excuse that the family plans to hold a banquet with a continuous stream of dishes, barely fooling them past.

At this moment, looking at the mountain-like food before him, Fang Cheng let out a light sigh.

"It can begin..."

He quickly stripped off all his clothes and pants, standing stark naked in front of the dining table.

With a thought, a light blue light screen slowly floated before his eyes.

On the panel, the 9 points of free attribute values flickered with an unusual radiance.

Fang Cheng's gaze also became exceptionally fervent.

Without the slightest hesitation, he concentrated his mind and first added 4 points of attributes to the Physique column.

Hum—

Along with the numerical jump on the light screen, the original 76 points of attributes instantly became 80 points.

At this very instant, Fang Cheng felt his body transform into a completely detonated volcano.

Accompanied by a tearing, excruciating pain, an extremely violent hot current exploded out of thin air within his body.

This hot current was no longer seeping in gently like before, but instead presented an unprecedentedly fierce posture.

Like gushing magma, carrying an earth-shattering Aura, it instantly scoured through every inch of skin, every blood vessel, and every bone.

That feeling was like countless blunt knives cutting his body simultaneously, or like being thrown into a high-temperature melting furnace to be forged repeatedly.

"Mh!"

Fang Cheng let out a muffled groan, almost losing control of his entire person, his hands tightly gripping the edge of the table.

Because of excessive force, his fingertips actually embedded themselves raw into the hard solid wood tabletop.

His skin instantly flushed red, like a shrimp just fished out of boiling water.

Strands of blue-purple blood vessels resembled winding angry dragons, crazily bulging and writhing beneath his skin.

The originally firm muscles fluctuated violently like waves, as if countless little mice were scurrying around inside.

They constantly bulged, were torn apart, and then quickly contracted and healed.

During this process of destruction and Rebirth, every single muscle fiber underwent reorganization and arrangement, becoming increasingly dense and resilient.

Blood surged and roared in the stretched blood vessels, emitting a deafening roar like great rivers and torrents striking against embankments.

Fang Cheng as a whole was like a fully operating furnace, calcining his steel-like muscles and tendons, his body temperature rising sharply.

Billowing white steam gushed out from all the pores of his body, impressively forming a pillar of smoke soaring straight up into the sky.

This pillar of smoke crashed straight into the ceiling, and after being blocked, it immediately diffused all around.

Mist and vapor filled the room, making even vision become hazy.

At this moment, if the perspective was pulled into the microscopic level,

every single cell within Fang Cheng's body was undergoing earth-shaking changes.

Under the scouring of energy, they emitted painful groans, disintegrating and shattering.

Then, under the infusion of massive vitality, they cheered with joy, crazily dividing and proliferating, releasing a dazzling radiance.

The originally dim cell nuclei seemed to be ignited, transforming into tiny golden luminous dots one by one.

In a flash, hundreds of millions of luminous dots spread throughout his whole body, glowing brilliantly.

Then, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, they surged straight up along the spine, ultimately converging deep within the brain.

A dazzling golden light cluster condensed and formed, resembling a newly rising scorching sun, dispelling all darkness and gloom.

"Crack!"

Fang Cheng only felt an invisible shackle in his mind being fiercely shattered.

It was just like the legendary genetic lock being opened.

At this moment, clearly without operating True Qi or performing Visualization, his body began to emit light naturally.

That was a light golden halo emitted from the inside out, sacred and majestic.

Behind his head, an illusory halo faintly emerged, slowly rotating, exuding a heart-palpitating pressure.

This was no longer an ordinary physical quality improvement.

This was a leap in the level of life, a crucial step spanning from a Mortal to a superhuman, or even a deity!

At the same time, the Inner Scene World existing in another dimension also welcomed a heaven-opening-like huge change.

Rumbling—

The earth trembled violently.

The edge area of the island floating in the Void Realm was constantly extending, expanding outward at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The originally low hills rapidly bulged, transforming into towering mountain ranges with rugged rocks, full of magnificent Aura.

The traditionally narrow river suddenly widened into a great river, the water rushing and roaring, whipping up white waves.

Even on the western side of the island, a wide new river appeared out of thin air, winding eastward along the terrain.

The resplendent palace in the center of the island was also rapidly rising and expanding.

Ninety meters, one hundred meters, two hundred meters...

In the blink of an eye, it had already turned into a skyscraper giant tower hundreds of meters tall.

Its entire body flickered with golden light, resembling the dwelling place of a deity, exuding a grand Aura that suppressed everything.

A pattering drizzle fell from the sky, every drop of rainwater containing rich vitality, nourishing every inch of land.

The originally merely lush vegetation grew crazily.

Tender green saplings rose from the ground, and low shrubs transformed into tall arbor trees.

In just a few breaths, the first vast primeval forest appeared on the island.

The rules of the entire Inner Scene World became more stable and perfected, resembling an independent heaven and earth.

The surrounding defensive barrier, which was originally somewhat illusory, now became incomparably heavy, circulating colorful halos.

In reality, Fang Cheng's eyes were blood-red, the corners of his mouth split open, and his heavy breath gushed out with a scorching temperature.

That familiar and terrifying sense of hunger arrived as expected.

But this was no longer hunger, but a desire for devouring originating from the depths of his Soul.

Fang Cheng let out a beast-like low growl in his throat, fiercely grabbing a braised pig trotter from the table and shoving it directly into his mouth.

The crunch crunch chewing sound was harsh and eager.

He couldn't even bear to spit out the bones, swallowing them whole mixed with bone marrow and minced meat.

Immediately followed by spiced beef, roast duck, roast chicken, ham sausage...

Fang Cheng practically used a swallowing method, his hands grabbing without stopping, stuffing all these foods into his seemingly unfillable belly in one go.

His stomach had long since turned into a greedy bottomless pit, and his intestines writhed crazily, emitting a thunder-like sound.

His internal organs were like a super engine running at full power, urgently needing fuel to fill the terrifying energy deficit and support this Physical Body in completing its final transformation.

Fang Cheng simply buried his head straight into the pile of food, chewing wildly with his mouth, not stopping for a single moment.

This wild eating manner was simply more ferocious and domineering than a beast's, leaving only an obsession with food in his eyes.

If an outsider were to see this scene at this moment, they would definitely be scared unconscious on the spot, thinking it was some man-eating demon reborn through Reincarnation.

The cooked food, canned goods, and ham sausages on the table sharply decreased and disappeared at a flying speed.

Not enough! Still not enough!

Fang Cheng turned around and rushed into the kitchen, yanking open the pressure cooker lid, and the scalding steam rushed toward his face.

Yet he was completely oblivious, directly reaching out to grab the stewed, tender lamb and stuffing it continuously into his mouth.

In the end, he simply held the pressure cooker, raised his head to swallow in big mouthfuls, and the thick soup flowed down his throat, not a single drop left.

Immediately afterward, he rushed to the freezer again, grabbing the bloody steak inside.

Without even having time to tear the packaging bag clean, he directly bit and chewed into it in big mouthfuls.

Bloodwater flowed down the corners of his mouth, dripping onto the floor.

Fang Cheng's body was simply a high-temperature incinerator.

As soon as the food entered his belly, it was decomposed into the purest energy by that terrifying stomach acid and digestive capacity, transporting it to all parts of his body.

Because he ate too urgently and too much heat accumulated in his body, the white smoke rising from the top of his head grew thicker and thicker, looking as if it were on fire.

"Too hot!"

Fang Cheng opened his mouth and breathed out a scalding hot breath.

Casually grabbing a bucket of bottled water, he lifted it with one hand, raised his head, and poured the dozens of catties of purified water directly into his mouth.

"Gulp gulp—"

The cool water current rushed into his stomach along his throat, but upon touching the high temperature within his body, it turned back into steam and gushed out from his mouth, nose, and pores.

Mist and vapor filled the room, shrouded in clouds and fog, as if it had turned into a legendary fairyland.

Yet in the center of this fairyland stood a stark-naked, robust man whose eating manner was wild to the extreme.

The scene temporarily appeared both eerie and absurd.