This...
Kikuchi was stunned and instinctively looked back.
The box that had held the tentacles was open, though he had no idea when it had happened. It was completely empty.
You stuffed it into Lu Ming's stomach?
Are you insane?
What the hell are you trying to do?!
Before he could even express his shock, pain shot through his side. A tentacle had actually emerged from Lu Ming's stomach and wormed its way into his wound.
A wave of agony hit him. Kikuchi instinctively tried to shove Lu Ming away, only to find himself powerless to do so.
That should do it.
Fu Qian stared expressionlessly at the two figures on the ground.
More and more blue tentacles pierced them, tangling them together until they were thoroughly entwined.
Their bodies rapidly warped and rotted, then, in the blink of an eye, collapsed into a single indistinguishable mass.
That peculiar smell grew stronger and stronger.
Fu Qian watched them while keeping track of the time.
By now, his body was covered in wounds and scorch marks, but none were serious. Under the effects of Tyrant's Fist, they were healing quickly.
About fifty seconds later, Fu Qian suddenly moved. A tentacle slammed down like a cannonball where he had been standing.
"In a way... I really should thank you."
Lu Ming's head opened its eyes on the constantly writhing mass of flesh. Gasping for breath, he began to speak.
"Fusion is extremely dangerous, but the rewards are simply too great. I've been hesitating all this time. Today, you made the decision for me."
"And fortunately, I've already gained plenty of experience from my earlier tests. I know a few ways to handle what might happen."
"In return... I've decided to make you experience... a hundred times the pain I'm in right