The Freak Dies
Mountains and rivers shift, streams cease; wind and clouds stir, thunder flashes.
The air in this world is stagnant and gravity is quite high, causing clouds to hang low, with clouds and fog appearing even at an altitude of a thousand meters.
Song Shige stood atop the mountain, his Zhanmadao diagonally at the ground. The blade's dark red light flickered, mirroring the flames Burn in his eyes.
This is a small mountain a little over a thousand meters high. There is not an inch of intact land on the top of the mountain, like the wrinkles on an old man's face. Deep ravines crisscross the mountain, and the charred rock walls retain the luster of molten and then cooled glass.
The muscular monster was now indistinguishable from a human, more like a lump of flesh and blood driven by pure violence.
Even the skull was shattered, with the ghastly skull protruding from the scalp and bone fragments piercing through, but the original skull was filled with regenerative tissue.
The Shedding skull was now superfluous; the dense white bone fragments stuck on the head resembled hair.
Meanwhile, the eyeballs had already ruptured several times, and the newly grown eyeballs were full of dirty blood, with even the pupils no longer present.
But isn't this also a kind of white hair and red eyes?
His bizarre Talent had been unleashed to its fullest extent, and every inch of pain transformed into an even more Berserk force that fed back to him.
The dozen or so twisted extra limbs on his back, along with his main arms, were like a runaway hydraulic drill, bombarding him at supersonic speeds, each punch carrying a cone-shaped shockwave and temperatures of thousands of degrees.
The air was continuously Ignite and exploded, and pure white, barrier-like shockwaves Diffusion around him like endless ripples.
Once the mouth and throat were restored, the monster Screech again:
"Hehehe... Kid, your attacks are weak and ineffective; only your strange defense is somewhat decent. The three of you couldn't do anything to me even when you were working together before, and now you dare to act tough all by yourself?"
Song Shige, sitting opposite him, didn't reply at all. He was shirtless, and his muscular body was covered with three horrifying wounds, which were slowly healing.
Clouds were everywhere, and the large-scale changes in the airflow caused by the strange man's exaggerated attack frequency not only failed to disperse the clouds, but instead caused the distant clouds to gather, making the visibility between the two of them increasingly lower.
Meanwhile, the abundant water vapor mixed with the Disordered Trajectories airflow severely interfered with both sides' attack predictions.
People used to be able to easily predict each other's attacks by observing changes in the environment, mainly by sensing the compressed airflow that had been broken in advance. However, clouds and water vapor have weakened this ability.
The strange man sensed something was wrong. Whether it was two or three people attacking him, his senses had always been online. His 360-degree attack range with no blind spots and attacks that no one could withstand had forced back all attempts to kill him directly.
But now... the senses are greatly diminished.
The strange man stopped laughing. Although he was insane and enjoyed both hitting and being hit, he didn't like dying.
In a flash, he feigned a strong attack, but in reality, he used the high-temperature airflow he created as cover to retreat.
Just as he turned around, a chilling killing intent came from behind!
The strange man flailed his arms wildly, protecting all his vital organs.
The blood-red Zhanmadao emerged like a ghost, piercing through the clouds and precisely severing an arm, leaving a deep gash in the core of the torso.
"No! Your attack! You've been hiding your true strength!"
Ignoring the Minion-like screams, Song Shige sheathed his sword and withdrew, disappearing into the clouds.
In my brotherhood, I'm a pro; in one-on-one duels, I'm the king of passersby.
A surge of malevolent energy and dark red power erupted as Song Shige activated the active skill of the Zhanmadao.
In an instant, the blood-red halberd seemed to swell with blood and grow larger, rapidly extending to nearly seven meters in length.
A murderous intent permeated the air, making it heavy and dimming the light, as if even sound was being swallowed up by the tangible killing intent.
The strange man clearly sensed the danger of this sudden change; to run away would mean certain death!
The madness in his bloodshot eyes on his shattered head intensified. He stopped trying to escape and turned around frantically to fight back!
"Today, we have determined who is superior and who is inferior, and we have also determined Life and Death!"
Song Shige interrupted his accelerating Screech.
Without any earth-shattering opening moves, he simply took a step forward from the clouds and simultaneously swung his sword in a horizontal slash.
Wherever the blade's edge passed, the Berserk sonic boom, the scorching heat, and even the terrifying fist pressure gathered by the monster were all silently cleaved in two, as if cast into an Ethereal painting.
The monster's torso broke off and slid away. The break was smooth as a mirror, with no blood splattering, only charred marks from being instantly carbonized by extreme heat and destructive energy, and dark red energy clinging to it and Spread continuously into the body.
One strange person turned into two and a half strange people.
Why are there even more now? (Annoyed)
The strange man's upper body writhed rapidly, and before he could even fall, he sprang into the air, displaying his Talent to its fullest extent.
The more severe the injury, the more intense the attack!
A simple yet terrifying will was imbued into the monster's ordinary punch, seizing the opportunity after Song Shige's attack had stalled.
That was such a terrifying blow!
If it hits, even Song Shige will have most of his body blown off.
The clouds and mist parted again, revealing the objects hidden within.
Dozens of cards, shimmering with enchanting colors, appeared out of thin air, densely packed between the fist and the body as if they possessed a life of their own.
Touch it, and it explodes, transforming into a colorful Mist, a piercing noise, and countless illusions that interfere with perception.
At the same time, an inexplicable force deflected the attack.
Just as the strange man, due to trickery and interference, missed his attack—
Song Shige has made another move.
The surging dark red aura around him suddenly contracted, all of it swirling back into the blade. The Zhanmadao seemed to come alive, its dark red light so intense it looked as if it were about to drip down.
A simple, unadorned cut!
Wherever the blade points, all matter in front—air, dust, and water—is forcibly pushed aside, forming a Vacuum channel.
The skull split open, and the paste turned into paste.
A bunch of scattered items suddenly appeared out of nowhere; these were items dropped from the System Space after a professional's actual death.
The weirdo is dead!
[Area 5 has been eliminated; all remaining areas receive +4 points]
Centered on the head where the blade tip struck, countless fine, dark red cracks Spread rapidly across the monster's massive upper body like a spider web, causing flesh and bones to burst wherever the cracks passed.
Sheathing his sword and returning to his original stance, Song Shige glanced sideways.
A figure, elegant as a stage actor, wearing a top hat, appeared—it was the Trickster. Behind him stood a pair of cold, hard-edged silver-gray Mech Armor.
The Trickster adjusted his hat brim. "Mr. Demon King, it's a pleasure doing business with you."
Song Shige nodded to him. "Next, you'll proceed with the original plan to eliminate Anna from [Faithful Survival]?"
"Exactly."
Having said that, the Trickster and his Mech Armor didn't linger; they transformed into streaks of light and sped off into the distance.
After collecting the gold coins dropped by the strange man, Song Shige jumped down the hill in a few steps. The dark red light on the blade slowly Convergence, returning to its original size. The suffocating aura around him also Convergence slightly.
Looking out, amidst the fire and storm, something seemed to be struggling violently.