True Martial Sect Disciple: Song Yongkang.
The instant he saw that scar, the name sprang into Xu Ziming's mind.
Though he'd only caught a fleeting glimpse of him last night, that gaze and scar had left a deep impression.
How had he shown up here? Were his family still safe? What should he do now?
Three questions flashed through his mind. But first, he tapped his wristband and summoned the Type 1 Psionic Sword into his hand, then sent a message to the Pengcheng Police Bureau.
Message: True Martial Sect Disciple Song Yongkang spotted in Yunhai Residential District. Send backup immediately!
Now he understood why the culture classes had scenario questions. Because this kind of damned emergency really could happen.
In the few seconds it took him to draw his sword, Song Yongkang had already drawn much closer.
The bright moon hung high, stars filled the sky, and the warm spring breeze somehow carried a hint of desolation.
Xu Ziming took a deep breath and brought himself into peak condition, his presence rising to its zenith.
Then, a terrifyingly savage aura, like a tangible bayonet, suddenly stabbed toward him from behind.
Here he comes!
Xu Ziming's heart began pounding wildly. Though he didn't understand why the attack was coming from behind, he moved at once.
He had to run first and buy himself as much time as possible until the police arrived. Whether a Martial Artist or an alien, neither was someone he could handle—let alone one person who had fused with both.
Police Bureau.
"Chief Sun, someone's encountered Song Wenkang. Their status is unknown."
"What? Didn't I tell them to keep a close eye on him?"
"We can't reach them. Xiao Zhao, who we sent to watch him, isn't answering either!"
"Move out. We mustn't let any innocent civilians get hurt. Wang Hu, bring the airship around."
"Yes, sir!"
As soon as he spoke, an extremely sleek airship landed at the entrance of the police station.
Xu Ziming ran at full speed, without even looking back.
That almost-solid aura of murderous malice stayed right behind him, never fading.
Behind him, the shadow had fully taken shape. Apart from its scarred face, nothing about it was human.
Its whole body resembled a rat from a filthy gutter, only enormous and vaguely human-shaped.
And this creature was much faster than Xu Ziming.
In the darkness, Song Wenkang's pupils glimmered with an unnerving, ink-green light as he fixed his gaze on Xu Ziming, who was running ahead.
He didn't sprint with all his might. He simply trailed Xu Ziming, close enough to keep him in sight but far enough to maintain some distance.
He was watching too, trying to see if Xu Ziming had any other tricks up his sleeve. He had come to Pengcheng to recover, and right now he couldn't even muster half his strength at its peak.
Besides, he had just spotted people from the police station. He'd been about to flee when he saw this kid.
He had to kill him! Otherwise, if the kid reported him, he definitely wouldn't get away.
Xu Ziming's heart lurched. For some reason, the killing intent behind him had just grown even stronger.
He suddenly sped up and charged into a narrow alley he often passed, vanishing into the darkness.
Seeing Xu Ziming accelerate, Song Wenkang immediately abandoned his leisurely pursuit. His legs drove off the ground, and his speed doubled in an instant.
Rumble!
He moved so fast that the air cracked and popped around him, even leaving a visible wake in its path.
He entered the alley too. The distance between them rapidly shrank, and the rat-like stench clinging to him tickled Xu Ziming's nose.
He was about to be caught!
Now! Xu Ziming slashed his sword behind him, planted his feet, and snatched up a steel rod scattered on the ground, hurling it like a javelin.
But the steel rod wasn't aimed at Song Wenkang. It was aimed at the enormous GG Sign in the distance.
With a teeth-grating squeal, the GG Sign came crashing down.
Song Wenkang had just been knocked back a step by the flash of the sword when the GG Sign dropped from overhead.
But the instant it hit him, the clothes on Song Wenkang's body tore to shreds, and he transformed into a gigantic rat monster.
Even his human face disappeared. His body twisted through the air in an incredibly unnatural motion, and his retreating figure abruptly halted.
Rumble!!!
The GG Sign smashed into the ground, kicking up a skyful of dust. The whole alley shook.
Xu Ziming's heart jolted, and his pupils abruptly contracted in his still-composed face.
That pitch-black, foul-smelling figure had appeared right before him.
Song Wenkang no longer looked human at all. His rat tail had been struck, and blood dripped from it without pause. Foul saliva dribbled from his mouth.
"I'm—going—to—eat—you!!"
"Keep running!"
The monster was far too intimidating. He'd gain nothing from fighting it head-on; he had to get away as quickly as possible.
Was this what True Martial Sect Disciples did—turn themselves into vessels for alien parasites? How could he look so completely inhuman?
He moved at once, darting through the alley again, his whole body a blur.
Song Wenkang unleashed his full strength. He was several times faster than Xu Ziming, and even though Xu Ziming had started running first, the distance between them continued to shrink.
There's a hole! At the intersection up ahead, a deep-looking pit opened in the ground.
Just before he was caught, Xu Ziming leapt into it.
"Bang!"
Song Wenkang's claws slammed into the ground, sending shards of stone flying with a crackling clatter.
His body quickly shrank by a full size, and he squeezed into the pit.
The pit opened into a bottomless sewer, its passages tangled and twisting—a perfect place to hide.
Xu Ziming darted ahead like a swimming dragon, weaving through one stinking tunnel after another, while Song Wenkang pursued close behind.
The two of them began a life-or-death chase through the foul-smelling sewers.
Xu Ziming continually used the complicated terrain to weave through the tunnels, sprinting without a care that his clothes were already splattered with filthy water.
Clang!
He picked his moment and split open a massive pipe. The next instant, a torrent of murky, foul water burst out and drenched Song Wenkang.
It seriously hampered his pursuit.
But Xu Ziming had still underestimated the monster. A rat in the sewers was like a rat at home; it moved with ease!
Screee!
With one enormous slide, Song Wenkang appeared behind Xu Ziming. His vicious claws had already slashed toward Xu Ziming's heart.
There was no dodging this strike!