New Supernatural Bullets

In front of Tang Qi, two dark figures lunged viciously. Although outwardly they were beautiful women, what Tang Qi smelled was a foul odor, a putrid smell mixed with blood, unpleasant and nauseating, instinctively causing a feeling of revulsion.

Two pairs of sharp claws reached for Tang Qi's head and chest. The benefit of his strong eyesight was that at this moment, Tang Qi could still clearly see the red and black nail polish on their fingernails.

It was patchy and cheap, mostly chipped off.

"Terrible taste, just like the book said."

"Bang"

"Hiss~"

As he spoke, Tang Qi didn't make any big movements, just slightly retreated half a step, turning sideways, simultaneously avoiding the attacks of the two Ghoul Nightingales.

His fair hands slowly clenched into fists. As the two foul-smelling Nightingales hissed, one of Tang Qi's fists landed squarely on the face of one of them, while the other bore the full force of a whip kick from Tang Qi.

"Bang~ Crack"

"Boom"

They came quickly, and they flew back just as quickly.

If they had enough intelligence, this single exchange would have been enough to tell that Tang Qi was no ordinary human youth. At least in close combat, they wouldn't gain any advantage.

But they didn't flee; instead, they hissed at Tang Qi even more angrily, then followed their animal instincts and charged again.

Tang Qi shook his head, suddenly stepping deeper into the alley. A few more steps and he would step on the body of that unlucky middle-aged office worker. His long hand reached out, grabbing the head of the first charging Ghoul Nightingale ahead of time, smashing it directly into the nearby wall with a "boom".

Then he kicked out again. After the sound of the wind exploding, the violent force directly struck the jaw of the second Ghoul Nightingale.

With a crisp "crack", half of this Nightingale's head, along with its jaw, was shattered by Tang Qi's kick.

Three seconds?

No, not even three seconds.

A battle that should have been fierce was declared over. The strength of the two sides was not on the same level at all.

Tang Qi officially turned his attention to the two dying Ghoul Nightingales. The special interface indeed popped up.

[Supernatural Creature: Ghoul Nightingale.]
[Status: Dying.]
[Information Fragment 1: The once prosperous Ghouls, after being wiped out, left behind some highly infectious viruses in various parts of the world. They may not be able to recreate the Ghoul race, but creating some disgusting creatures is effortless for them.]
[Information Fragment 2: Ghoul Nightingale is one of them.]

As usual, Tang Qi saw the information fragments.

However, this time, the information provided by his special ability was no more than what he had read in books.

Tang Qi recalled a certain chapter in One Hundred Years of Federal Oddities: Absurdity and Reality, which described the so-called Ghoul Nightingale in great detail over a considerable length.

Of course, ignoring the stories whose truth was unknown.

To put it simply, this was a Supernatural Creature that appeared after prostitutes were infected with the Ghoul virus.

Before the onset, they were normal prostitutes.

But once they entered the Ghoul state, they would turn into man-eating monsters, and their physical condition would also be greatly enhanced. Otherwise, it would be difficult to eat those customers, wouldn't it?

It was just a shame that no matter how much they were enhanced, they were no match for Tang Qi.

With the Chaga Combat Technique入门 (beginner level), his various physical attributes were increasing every day. As soon as Tang Qi made a move, his lethality was comparable to that of a top-tier fighter.

And they were just man-eating beasts driven by instinct.

Tang Qi came to his senses, looking at the office worker's body on the ground and the two Ghoul Nightingales who were still struggling and actually slowly recovering. He clenched his fists, a warm current of power surging into his palms, and then with two "bangs", it was all released.

At the same time, two "cracks" came from the wall and the ground.

With their skulls turned into shattered remains, even Ghouls couldn't survive.

As soon as they died, two gray, dusty vengeful spirits drifted out. Before they could attempt to escape, a pair of hands surging with golden flames grabbed them.

"Whoosh~"

A gust of clear wind blew past, and the alley returned to peace.

In the gray mist space in Tang Qi's mind, two more small clusters of golden light points appeared.

He looked at himself again, and the interface popped up.

The skill column indeed showed changes. The progress of the Meditation Method and Furnace Eyes each increased by 0.02%, while the Chaga Combat Technique only increased by 0.01%.

"It seems that after devouring the vengeful spirits of Supernatural Creatures, the biggest increase is still for the Meditation Method and its derived skills. This time, the kill was entirely completed by the combat technique, but the increase was the smallest. However, compared to arduous training, this is a much faster path."

"Perhaps I can develop it a bit more. It doesn't seem very difficult."

"Bait? Oh no, it should be considered a kind of trigger."

"But I can't be completely sure yet. Should I verify it again tomorrow?"

Tang Qi muttered to himself as he turned around to retrieve the cloth bag full of books from the corner and walked towards his home.

Behind him, the three bodies gradually stiffened.

Although it was incredible, the Bronx area was indeed this chaotic.

If it weren't like this, things like "Corpse Retrieval Vehicles" and professions like "Corpse Retriever" wouldn't exist.

And with the intensification of that drastic change, Tang Qi could almost predict that areas like Bronx might turn into a truly terrifying place where the living shouldn't enter.

Before that, Tang Qi planned to strengthen his own power as much as possible.

Especially after discovering that "shortcut," Tang Qi intended to change his strategy.

Returning to the brick and stone building, Tang Qi found that the first-floor area had been repaired, perfectly intact, without the slightest trace of damage.

Needless to say, the official police department could only be this efficient because Chief Stana had personally intervened.

After sighing about how different it was to have someone in the official system, Tang Qi seriously prepared dinner for himself.

The powerful ingredients, combined with the cooking skills Tang Qi brought from Earth, created a deliciousness that left him with endless aftertastes every time.

After satisfying his hunger, he brewed a pot of Volcanic Rock Coffee, placed the thick books borrowed from Messer Library one by one on his desk, and finally came to his workbench.

Before his nightly cultivation, Tang Qi still had a task to complete.

He should have attempted it last night, but it was delayed due to the breakthrough in the Meditation Method.

Now, he was officially beginning another attempt.

Manufacturing bullets!

After obtaining the Furnace Bullet, Tang Qi understood that to manufacture Supernatural Bullets that met the requirements, at least one principle needed to be maintained.

That was the material; it also had to be at the supernatural level.

Moreover, it had to be supernatural material verified by his special ability, Omniscient.

Things like holy water and Rouge Flower Seeds purchased that day were completely useless.

If it weren't for the battle with the Dugong Sea Demon, Tang Qi would have had to use his own Supernatural Blood to prepare bullets for his most powerful weapon, Blood Python No. 1.

To avoid anemia, Tang Qi planned to manufacture another type of Supernatural Bullet.

Snap

The only material was taken out by Tang Qi and placed on the workbench.

The small cloth bag was opened, and inside were diamond-like objects, shimmering with a brilliant blue light.

Having the experience of manufacturing the Furnace Bullet previously, Tang Qi's movements were swift, showing no signs of awkwardness.

First, he lit an alcohol lamp. As the flame shot out, a crucible was placed on it. When the bottom of the crucible turned slightly red, Tang Qi quickly picked up a pair of tweezers with his other hand, reached into the cloth bag, and when he pulled it out, he was already holding a dazzling blue sea salt crystal.

Clang

The sea salt dropped into the crucible.

This mesmerizing crystal, upon touching the red area of the crucible, let out a "hiss," and a wisp of blue smoke with a faint salty smell drifted out.

In a trance, Tang Qi seemed to see the sound of surging waves in the smoke, the vibrant scene of the seabed, and faint, ethereal sacred singing.

It was a pity that this peculiar scene quickly disappeared as the smoke dissipated.

When Tang Qi looked again, there was only the blue liquid in the crucible, which had begun to "gurgle" and boil. The liquid, like seawater, instantly occupied half the crucible, but as the temperature rose, it rapidly decreased.

But Tang Qi couldn't remove the alcohol lamp. The fragmented information captured by the special interface in his vision told him that once the flame was removed, the liquid inside would instantly solidify, turning back into solid sea salt.

At this moment, Tang Qi once again displayed terrifying speed.

He picked up a glass rod with one hand and quickly stirred the blue liquid, while with the other hand, he held the tweezers and quickly picked up a brass bullet and placed it into the crucible.

The vortex artificially created by Tang Qi seemed to carry some strange magic power. When the bullet was placed in, a blue light accompanied the vortex and instantly merged into it.

Buzz

Clang

Quickly placed in and instantly taken out, Tang Qi didn't even have time to look at the bullet that had undergone an unusual change. He directly clamped the second one, then the third, fourth, fifth... Tang Qi stirred at a steady speed with one hand, while the other hand had already turned into a blur.

To avoid wasting even a tiny bit of Sea Demon Magic Power, Tang Qi even used the techniques of Chaga Combat Technique.

Inside the crucible, the brilliant blue liquid rapidly disappeared, accompanied by the increasing number of bullets in the wooden box on the workbench.

Each one was slightly different from ordinary bullets.