Familiar Enemy

It was a feast of violent artistry.

Before Qin Yang, those bizarre figures were like sluggish wooden puppets. No matter how numerous they were, they could not touch him in the slightest.

Qin Yang's strikes were precise as well, every punch aimed straight at the heads of those bizarre figures.

Because his intuition told him that to deal with these bizarre figures, he had to smash their heads apart.

Striking any other part would have almost no effect.

Turtle-Snake Qi wrapped around his fists, causing the power of his punches to surge once more.

Bang bang bang—

One head after another was blown apart by Qin Yang's fists.

Less than five minutes later.

Every bizarre figure in the corridor had been cleared out by Qin Yang.

But Qin Yang knew.

Things could not possibly end here.

Leaving this hotel would likely not be easy.

"Come on. Let me see where my limits lie!"

After experiencing such a terrifying scene and a life-or-death battle, Qin Yang did not feel afraid at all. Instead, he was incomparably excited.

He felt as though something deep within his marrow had awakened, making his blood boil.

"Is this the real me?"

As Qin Yang passed a mirror in the corridor, he saw what he looked like now.

His features were chiseled, his gaze profound.

For that instant.

He seemed to see that towering figure standing in the endless starry sky.

The only difference was that the other man had one black eye and one white eye.

"This feeling isn't bad either."

Qin Yang smiled faintly.

He did not take the elevator down.

If that mysterious force controlled the elevator and sent it plummeting, it would be far too dangerous.

So Qin Yang chose to take the stairs down.

This, too, was an instinctive reaction.

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