Honkai Double Transmigration, Taking Xilian to Honkai Impact 3rd

"Striving is because of you, that is why I can surpass my limits, surpass the limits of a Herrscher!"

"Now, enjoy—"

"Three hundred times gravity!"

Welt Joyce swung the overflowing energy in his hands with all his might. It was no longer a diffused field, but compressed to the extreme in the form of a sphere. The flowing light erupted simultaneously—

Pres...

...sure?

He stared blankly at Jiang Cheng, who was closing in step by step.

Even the rocks on the ground were crushed into powder, and the space itself was completely distorted just by being caught in the wake—that seemingly unstoppable flowing light pierced straight through his body.

—Completely useless.

Surpassing the limits, the three hundred times gravity exerted with all his strength, had no effect on him whatsoever.

He still walked as if on level ground.

"Impossible... such a thing is simply impossible!" Welt roared, launching another attack.

Attack!

Attack!

Attacking desperately!

Unable to crush him with gravity, he fired the energy in his hands, spewing Honkai Energy as if launching a beam cannon.

—Completely meaningless.

Jiang Cheng couldn't even be bothered to put up the most basic defense; a casual wave of his hand, as if swatting a mosquito, was enough to tear the flowing light apart.

The terrifying gravity capable of distorting space couldn't even burn the skin upon landing on him. It was like a child's toy water gun, a completely harmless stream of water.

Attack after attack, struggle after struggle.

It was like a reenactment of the previous scene—only the roles had been reversed. He, who had once unilaterally beaten Raiden Mei, was now reduced to an even more miserable state.

Even until the blood vessels all over his body burst, Welt had failed to leave a single scratch on Jiang Cheng's skin from start to finish.

Finally—

Jiang Cheng arrived before him.

Without lowering his head or bending down, he looked down at the disheveled Welt from above, just as Welt had done before, and raised his foot, stepping onto his face.

"Ughhh—!"

Welt's head was driven deep into the rock layer, his entire face in intimate contact with the gravel. He struggled and roared, but couldn't even move an inch.

That foot pressed against his face like a mountain, the already twisted and broken bones piercing into his skin.

Jiang Cheng looked down at him, the corners of his mouth curling into a cold arc.

In the peripheral vision of his desperate gaze, Jiang Cheng bent down and reached out to grab Welt's right arm.

"You... what are you doing?!"

The answer to him was the sound of tearing.

"Squelch—!"

The entire arm was ripped clean from the shoulder! Blood gushed out like a fountain, splattering the shattered rocks.

"Ahhhhhhh—!!!"

Welt's scream echoed through the sky, while Jiang Cheng tossed the arm aside and grabbed the left one.

"No—no—stop—!"

"Squelch—!"

The second arm.

Then the right leg.

"I beg... I beg you..."

"Squelch—!"

The left leg.

Blood stained the earth red.

Welt had been physically reduced to a torso, like a caterpillar without even antennae, left to twitch in a pool of blood. His pupils had begun to dilate, but the vitality cloned from Welt Joyce kept him conscious—clearly perceiving every inch of pain.

Jiang Cheng looked down at him, a smile appearing on his face that had previously only existed on Welt's—a wanton, unbridled smile, as if he were trampling the entire world beneath his feet.

In just a few minutes, the positions had reversed.

Welt now lay in a pool of blood, not even allowed to close his eyes—he had to look at that smile.

"Heh—"

"Hehehehehehahahahahahaha—!!!"

Jiang Cheng laughed wantonly.

Then he reached out, gripping Welt's head as if it were a rubber ball, and hoisted his entire body into the air.

The torso, limbless like a human trunk, twitched and trembled in the air.

"P-please... I beg y-you..." Welt's voice was slurred, blood foam bubbling from his shattered mouth. "Spare... m-me... I beg y-you... whatever... whatever you want... I will..."

He laughed wantonly, his five fingers gradually tightening.

Creak—

The scalp flattened, and blood streamed down the forehead.

"Aaaaaah—!"

Creak—

The only intact bone left on the opponent—the oval-shaped skull—began to deform. The eyeballs were compressed, bulging slightly from their sockets.

"No... don't... I beg you... I beg you, aaaaah!"

Welt's body struggled frantically—though his limbs were gone, his torso writhed in the air. A foul-smelling liquid leaked from his crotch, the turbid substance polluting the air.

Creak—

Cracks spread across the skull. Brain matter was squeezed out, overflowing from his ears, nostrils, and eye sockets. The eyeballs were completely forced out of their sockets, hanging against his cheeks, connected by bloody nerves.

"Creak—creak—creak—"

Jiang Cheng's five fingers tightened like bolts, turn by turn.

He watched with delight as Welt's struggles grew weaker, watching that once-haughty body lose control, twitch, and spasm in instinctive terror, watching two spherical objects fall from his face onto the ground, the moist orbs coated in dust, watching the eardrums burst from both sides like a scene from a comic book.

It was as if he were listening to the most beautiful music in the world, hearing those slurred pleas for mercy—

"P-please... I..."

"I... I was w-wrong..."

"Spare... m-me..."

Jiang Cheng smiled, savoring this wonderful moment.

Then—

"Creak—!"

His five fingers closed together.

The skull, squeezed to the point of deformation, exploded like a balloon.

White, yellow, red, green—countless fluids instantly churned into an indistinguishable, bloody sludge mixed with bone fragments, smearing over his headless body.

The torso twitched a few times before finally falling completely still.

Flames manifested from thin air, sweeping over Jiang Cheng and incinerating the filth on him in an instant. All that remained was his battle-damaged robe, stained white-gold by the golden blood, and his muscular, well-defined physique.

He raised his head, his gaze refocusing on the screen behind, looking down at the blonde woman from on high.

"Are you ready to wish you were dead?"

Silence.

A deathly silence.

There was no more mosquito-like, noisy mockery.

For the first time, the arrogance vanished from Cocolia's face; her pupils trembled violently, and she stared back at Jiang Cheng through the screen in disbelief.

But—

Could she survive just by playing dead and staying silent?

"What kind of daydream are you having?"

Jiang Cheng scoffed without hesitation.

Cocolia, who had been staring blankly on the screen, instantly snapped to her senses, finally showing a shred of the composure of a superior—or perhaps, the madness of a dying beast.

She immediately waved her hand, ordering with a shrill, desperate cry:

"Titan Mech army! Deploy all units! Kill him for me—!"

33. I shall—hunt and pursue!

It wasn't just the Titan Legion left over from the previous battlefield; there were also mech groups appearing before him like something out of a sci-fi blockbuster, having arrived at high speed or via other methods of warp travel.

Countless blue lights flickered like traffic in a downpour, a torrent of steel lining up in perfect order. An incomparable sense of heaviness bore down, as if anything that dared to face them would be crushed into powder.

Was Jiang Cheng's expression unmoved?

No.

The very next moment, he let out a scoff.

Composure is a virtue for a hunter, but it is by no means proof of an avenger.

Crushing the Welt Clone had allowed him to pinpoint his own level of strength; the Welt Clone could be considered a top-tier A-rank Valkyrie, and at full burst, it even surpassed Rita.

Being able to crush his opponent like a bug, even shattering the hardest bone in the body—the skull—like glass, meant his strength was at the very least that of a top-tier S-rank.

Now, he had to face the Titans?

Long-winded speeches were worthless; not everyone was qualified to make him waste his breath. All that remained to be done now was—

----Kill!

He erupted like a rocket, the mere act of starting leaving a crater hundreds of meters wide beneath his feet.

The hard earth and stone cracked like a spiderweb.

The machine's scanning device peered through the layers of smoke, precisely capturing an incredibly scorching...

Fist?

"--Bang!"

A fierce punch flattened the entire mech in an instant. The overflowing force sent the machine flying backward like a cannonball, crushing the other mechs that couldn't dodge in time behind it, tearing a massive gap through the impenetrable torrent of steel.

"How? How is this possible--"

Some human commanders were shaken into powder in an instant, not even given the chance to participate in the battle.

Only those hiding within the mechs could barely manage to cling to life for a few moments longer.

Violence capable of scaring any human out of their wits was being unleashed without restraint, while the unmanned mechs flickered with blue light, continuing to follow their directives to surround and suppress him.

--There was no room to fill the gap that had been torn open.

Jiang Cheng threw another punch.

There was no need to create other weapons; igniting the power of antimatter, pure brute force alone was enough to tear everything apart.