Holy Shit! This Maniac Really Plans to Take One Down With Him!

But just when everyone thought Yang Yu was finished.

Yang Yu smiled.

He gave a low chuckle at first. Then his laughter grew louder, until it became wild, unrestrained laughter.

"Haha... Hahahaha!"

His laughter cut through the dull grinding roar and reached every Proxy's ears.

"That's everything you've got?" Yang Yu looked up into Murphy's enormous eye. Was that... disappointment in his gaze?

"That's all the force you can muster?"

He rolled his neck. His vertebrae cracked in a rapid series of pops, painfully sharp in the deathly silence.

"Honestly, I was sitting in an office on Blue Star earlier, and my back's been a little sore."

Yang Yu stretched, and his bones popped like beans in a hot pan.

"You're not even pressing hard enough to give me a decent massage."

"What... did you say?" Murphy's eye contracted sharply. Everything it thought it knew had just been challenged.

Impossible!

That was the Power of Rules of the Flesh Mill. Even Murphy itself wouldn't dare take it head-on like that. What made this newcomer different? How could he still be smiling?

"I said," Yang Yu replied, his smile vanishing into utter impatience, "you're too weak."

The moment the words left his mouth,

Yang Yu raised his right hand.

He used no divine power and invoked no Law.

He simply reached toward the invisible pressure and closed his hand around empty air.

"Bzzzz!"

A roar that seemed to come from the birth of the universe erupted from Yang Yu's palm.

The crushing force, savage enough to pulverize anything, thrashed like a python seized by an invisible hand the instant Yang Yu made a fist. Then... it stopped.

It stopped completely.

The force was still there, but it was trapped around Yang Yu, unable to advance another inch.

"This... this is..."

For