Sculpting People!

The moment Xia Lun raised his hand, the entire world unfolded before him like a scroll, revealing its true form.

The ground became scarred, crimson flesh. The crooked wooden buildings became swollen, ragged flakes of skin, while the steam-spewing Armored Car became cartilage threaded with connective tissue and packed with countless hunks of stinking, rotten meat.

As for the three knights charging toward him, they were limping masses of rotting flesh draped in broken bones. With every step, the countless eyeballs clinging to their bodies sprayed fluid everywhere.

Xia Lun drew a quiet breath and slowly closed his hand. He imagined his will turning into iron pincers that seized the three charging knights. Crack!

A slight resistance met his fingertips, soft and pliable as clay. The three knights froze midstride. Xia Lun gave a gentle tug with his left hand, and their flesh stretched like pulled dough.

As if sculpting characters in a game, Xia Lun worked to form their new appearances in his mind.

As his thoughts took shape, the flesh shifted and reformed, sticking and fusing together. Amid the sounds of spraying fluid, Xia Lun pressed his mind deeper. But in the next instant, he encountered three searing wills buried within the stretching, warping flesh.

Xia Lun's mind was sharp as a sword. Two of those wills yielded as easily as butter to a hot knife, but the Bald Knight's will was unexpectedly tough. Xia Lun instinctively poured more effort into breaking it, and the image he was shaping in his mind slipped slightly off course. Splat!

With a muffled burst of flesh, Xia Lun withdrew from Flesh Sight.

The knights' gleaming silver plate armor exploded into thousands of fragments. Pale fascia, yellow fat, and scarlet blood sprayed through the shards like the contents of a smashed sauce