Chapter 2834 - 2829: The Limb-Grafted Man

Chapter 2834: Chapter 2829: The Limb-Grafted Man

Biochemical Demon Arm.

The tentacles are undoubtedly Fu Qian’s means of attack.

As a move he used in the arena back then, this technique is executed without any hesitation.

Most of Fu Qian’s effort is even focused on reducing the tech-like appearance, trying to make the lines less sharp.

And even so, from the feel of that moment, one could tell he gained a substantial advantage.

An invisible entity, completely undetectable, was directly torn apart by this profane strike.

The precision was not due to activating the Burial Scroll, temporarily restoring Extraordinary Perception.

It was a victory arriving from both ends because that thing came forward intentionally.

The situation just now seemed to change rapidly, but, in essence, it was quite simple—

As Fu Qian leapt into the air, he chose to envelop himself in Blade Armor, his body covered in spikes like a bear hunter.

Even as a tribute to the currently unusable Dimensional Poison, he purposely made it into a shape of sharp teeth,

and that mound of invisible thing just happened to crash into him, tearing itself apart.

Why did it happen so conveniently?

Simply put, everyone out here is hustling; assumptions are always a major taboo.

With some earlier analysis, it seemed successful in identifying why this place had no Transcendent limbs, even corresponding to the commotion outside the lab.

An ordinary contestant would easily make a mistake in such a scenario by blindly increasing their sense of security because they thought they understood the pattern.

However, the safer the situation seems, the less safe it truly is.

This simple mental pathway undoubtedly offers good opportunities for certain ambushes—

Even if you can’t walk on walls, there are still several clean routes on the ground.

Moreover, just like what you’ve done here, for Transcendent contestants, can’t walk, can’t jump?

They might even fly, which wouldn’t be surprising, like a certain Succubus who sells drinks.

Ultimately, as a Demigod with zero Extraordinary Perception, Fu Qian, without discovering any enemy presence, placed himself in the shoes of a lurker, finding the most suitable moment to attack—while preparing for a Blood Bar battle.

Not being able to see is fine, not detecting isn’t an issue; always be good at leveraging your strengths.

Ultimately, it proved that it’s not just overthinking, this place is indeed full of malice.

And with counter-attack and retaliation, the attacker clearly felt discomfort.

Though it again concealed its tracks, it doesn’t matter; a heavy blow was not the only gain—

Fu Qian rubbed his fingers, observing the strange colors splashed onto them, seemingly unable to be rinsed off forever, affirming the familiarity of this scene.

Rebirth Club’s top-tier collection; Old Master Lu Ming once used it to test his composure, ultimately sharing it with Lord Kikuchi, the same tentacle.

Upon touching it with his fingertip back then, the same color spread over his body.

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Truly extraordinary.

Say what you will, Old Master Lu Ming’s judgment is still reliable.

Long before entering the laboratory, Fu Qian had numerous expectations about the scenes inside, including related to those tentacles.

As something even Old Master Lu Ming dared not easily touch on his body, according to the judgment then, it undoubtedly already possessed Divinity.

If there was anything that could survive under Yibu’s lightning, it would surely be the first suspect.

Despite its display of extreme aversion towards it.

And upon entering, discovering that hands and tongues outside could survive, Fu Qian speculated endlessly about the whereabouts of those tentacles.

And finally, his relentless obsession brings returns now.

The other side traced quickly, maintaining an extremely low-profile while extending a strong greeting.

Not only untouched but even more active than before, more bizarre and unpredictable.

Back then, it wasn’t remembered having the ability to completely conceal itself, even lacking any scent.

Fu Qian raised his hand to sniff, and suddenly that unpleasant smell became intense, adding another dimension to recall past scenes.

However, before the opponent’s last attack, even this was hidden... blending so well with the Dream?

Perhaps unimaginable, but for Fu Qian, it wasn’t hard to find possible reasons.

He personally witnessed a scene where a colossal mutated creature ravaged the laboratory under a blood moon.

In the Dream conjured by the gaze of a Superior Being, even the raging Demigod Yibu experienced feelings of despair towards it.

Overall, the nature of this thing seems to uniquely fit the Dream.

Adding one or two skills now, truly commonplace.

Fu Qian’s interest rather lies in where its Limb Attachment target has gone.

No matter how initially resistant, recall that Old Master Lu Ming and they were quite satisfied with the surgery he led to success.

They were top competitors in the lab at the time, surely not weaker than tongues, right?

Crunch!

In reminiscence, Fu Qian arrived at a corner, casually tearing down a wall, revealing an empty corridor behind.

Boom—

However, simultaneously, an explosive roar emerges from the void, with ominously green flames surging forth.

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Truly something you shouldn’t bring up lightly.

Although the place it erupts is slightly distanced, the target is undeniably clear.

This spontaneous attack is unquestionably iconic; despite sustaining heavy damage, the previous attacker did not flee, choosing to seek another opportunity to strike.

Including that method of striking smarter—close-combat invites getting stabbed even with the initiative, better to throw skills from a distance.

It’s even an area-wide skill, not needing to aim too precisely; Fu Qian, no matter where he dodges, cannot avoid being engulfed by this unbroken onslaught.

Though in wonder, Fu Qian did not move, only watched the direction of the incoming attack.

Perhaps understanding why there are traces of fire here.

Then the key isn’t really the flames, but rather in this color.

Just mentioned Old Master’s whereabouts, and then appearing so promptly.

Can see the source of the fire spitting, different from the previously complete invisibility, faintly revealing a head with a distorted long beak, reminiscent of what Old Master Lu Ming showcased upon first meeting.

Rather unfortunate is the back of this head isn’t connected to Old Master’s lean arms but a tangled mass of ghostly blue.

Giving the impression that it’s not the furious spit of a behemoth but a howl before being devoured completely.

Attachment-man turned assimilated by the attached limb?

Old comrades ultimately meet again, yet unable to truly reconnect?

Though just a fleeting glimpse, still enough to draw some reasonable conclusions.

At that moment, Fu Qian sighed in his heart, and his body swelled under the impact of the spit, the Brilliant Tyrant re-emergent.