Chapter 119 - 27: Since We’re Already Here

Chapter 119: Chapter 27: Since We’re Already Here

"Stinky?"

Zheng Xing looked somewhat bewildered, unable to even fathom why Feng Yin would ask such a question. The couple subconsciously sniffed the air, as if trying to catch the stench Feng Yin had mentioned.

Lu Shuang even lowered her head to sniff her own armpits. Her expression changed, and she shot her head up to glare at Feng Yin with evident displeasure. "Xiaofeng, you’re going a bit too far with this. Where on earth do I smell?"

Feng Yin remained perfectly composed, offering only a faint smile. "But it really is strange. Normal people don’t have this nauseating stench you two carry. The moment I smell it, I feel like throwing up."

Zheng Xing’s expression darkened slightly, but knowing they would devour this brat whole soon enough, he maintained a forced smile and laughed awkwardly. "Maybe you just smelled it wrong. Once we get into the villa and feed you some good food, everything will smell fragrant, hahaha."

Amidst his slightly irritated laughter, Feng Yin slowly shook his head. "As for tonight, I’ll pass."

CREAK.

As soon as the refusal left his lips, a teeth-aching sound echoed. Strange, bloodshot veins appeared in Zheng Xing’s eyes as he slowly relaxed his grip on the steering wheel, which he had squeezed out of shape. He took a deep breath and smiled. "Younger Brother Feng, you’re not being very reasonable here. Can you tell me why?"

Beside him, Lu Shuang turned her head, staring blankly at Feng Yin. Her eyes were equally bloodshot, her facial features faintly contorting as an inhuman aura seeped from her body.

Feng Yin twitched his nose again, sensing the stench growing even thicker. He finally dropped all pretense, allowing a look of utter disgust to wash over his face as he spoke in a slow, deliberate tone. "I can go with you, but first, you two need to take a trip with me. I’ll have someone interrogate you to verify your identities. If everything checks out, I’ll host a grand banquet to apologize to you both—"

GRIND!

This time, it was the sound of gnashing teeth. Before he could even finish, absolute fury erupted on the faces of the young couple before him. The whites of Lu Shuang’s eyes instantly turned crimson, making her pitch-black pupils look like bottomless abysses. Though it was still her rather delicate face, it was now twisted beyond recognition, making her look like a vicious fiend.

As this inhuman visage reflected in Feng Yin’s eyes, it struck him like a bolt of lightning. He immediately realized exactly what he had run into. Everything became clear. It wasn’t Werewolves, nor was it Ya Lie seeking revenge, and it certainly wasn’t some special agency uncovering his secrets.

Besides those potential threats, there was another kind of existence in this world known as the Natural Enemy of mankind, beings that harbored unconditional, absolute malice toward humans. They ate human flesh and drank human blood. Their sole purpose for existing was to purge intelligent lifeforms. In their normal state, they looked completely indistinguishable from humans, but the moment they revealed their true forms, they displayed utterly terrifying traits!

Xie Jingyuan had once shown Feng Yin photographs of the exact demonic, red-eyed appearance Lu Shuang was currently sporting. It was none other than the Mad Seed!!!

The only strange thing was, why hadn’t his master told him that Mad Seeds possessed such an obvious characteristic like a distinct stench?

Feng Yin’s gaze narrowed slightly. Even though there was no wind inside the car, the strands of hair on his forehead fluttered faintly. Meanwhile, "Zheng Xing" and "Lu Shuang" in the front seats completely dropped their facades.

"Refusing a toast only to..." Lu Shuang’s petite lips curled into a smile, but the smile didn’t stop at the corners of her mouth. Instead, it tore open all the way to her ears, transforming into a horrifyingly massive maw. "...drink a forfeit!" she roared, her voice shrill like ultrasonic waves.

She raised her right hand, the nails on her five fingers elongating into razor-sharp claws, and lunged straight at Feng Yin in the backseat. Beside her, Zheng Xing prepared to push the door open and step out during his companion’s attack to prevent Feng Yin from escaping—

BOOM!

In the next split second, amidst a terrifying explosion, Zheng Xing’s vision blurred. The leather seat Lu Shuang was sitting on violently exploded. A slender arm pierced right through it, completely obliterating everything in its path. The backrest of the seat, and—Lu Shuang’s chest!

A beating heart was firmly gripped in a large hand wrapped in churning airflow, still pumping copious amounts of blood. Lu Shuang shuddered violently. She looked down, her face revealing a mix of disbelief and despair.

Zheng Xing’s pupils contracted sharply. Meanwhile, the large hand right before his eyes squeezed down hard!

SQUELCH!

The foul-smelling heart burst into a fine mist of gore, spraying blood all over Zheng Xing’s nearby face.

"ROAR!" Amidst Zheng Xing’s furious bellow, Feng Yin abruptly withdrew his large hand. The scarlet bloodstains on it were instantly flicked off by the invisible vibrations of his Armor. He grabbed the Dragon and Snake Sword resting beside the seat.

By then, Zheng Xing had already thrown his door open and leapt out of the car to flee! Someone capable of punching through a car seat and then completely impaling the formidable physique of a Mad Seed was absolutely not someone he could fight head-on!

Feng Yin violently kicked his own car door open and vaulted outside. He was just about to chase after Zheng Xing when he suddenly remembered something.

In the next instant, he drew his sword!

The cold gleam of the Dragon and Snake Sword flashed, instantly piercing through the car window and stabbing squarely into the brain of Lu Shuang, who had slumped into the passenger seat. Her body convulsed once before finally slumping over completely lifeless.

SHING!

Sheathing the sword, Feng Yin’s hair and clothes fluttered gently in the windless, sweltering night. Xie Jingyuan’s words echoed in his mind.

"The true vital point of a Mad Seed is the head. Unless you destroy their brain, even ripping out all their internal organs won’t guarantee their death."

His expression remained indifferent as he looked toward the small path leading into the mountain. He failed to notice that after thoroughly killing Lu Shuang, the mark on the back of his right hand gave off an obscure flash.

In the mere three or four seconds he had delayed, Zheng Xing had already sprinted over sixty meters away. Blurring into a series of afterimages, Feng Yin dashed after Zheng Xing at high speed, sword in hand. The moment he accelerated, he was like a howling gale, actually shooting forward at a speed exceeding twenty meters per second!

Even as he ran, Feng Yin felt astonished. Previously, he had sprinted at full strength supported by the "20 Strength" and "20 Mobility" of his Wolf Slaughter Form. Yet, his speed back then hadn’t reached twenty meters per second. Now, however, the "Strength" of this Void Martial Form was only "12," but his speed was actually faster than the Wolf Slaughter Form...

Feng Yin immediately understood—it was the effect brought by the increase in his "Mobility" Attribute.

Although his strength-related Attributes had dropped, causing his explosive power to decrease as well, human running speed couldn’t simply be calculated using basic physics formulas converting strength to speed. Otherwise, strongmen would run faster than sprinters. It involved a comprehensive combination of biological structure, muscle utilization efficiency, bodily coordination, running technique, and even air resistance.

Therefore, when it came to increasing running speed, the contribution of "strength" plummeted exponentially once it exceeded a certain threshold. At that point, one had to rely on the combined effects of bodily coordination, compound muscle exertion, stride frequency, and posture to boost their pace.

And what Attribute affected this set of physical capabilities? Feng Yin was now increasingly certain—at least within the Armor’s status panel, the Value linked to these physical qualities was "Mobility."

And currently, his "Mobility" was "24."

Guided by the Armor, Feng Yin felt that his running motions were exceptionally fluid, his stride turnover rate astonishingly fast. He leaned his body low, compressing the angle between himself and the ground into an acute angle to minimize air resistance as much as possible. He then relied on his phenomenal balance and coordination to ensure he didn’t topple over despite his wildly forward-shifted center of gravity.

The direct result was a sprinting speed that surpassed his Wolf Slaughter Form, which possessed "20 Strength"!

Backed by this incredible speed, the distance between him and Zheng Xing closed with every passing second. Barely ten seconds later, the frantically fleeing Zheng Xing heard rapid footsteps approaching from behind. Maintaining his pace, he shot a quick glance over his shoulder.

The Night Vision of a Mad Seed seemed to be quite excellent. In an instant, he spotted Feng Yin pursuing him with sword in hand. That handsome yet indifferent face betrayed no emotion whatsoever. Those razor-sharp eyes were locked onto him, staring as if looking at a piece of prey.

He had caught up!

Zheng Xing’s courage shattered. Just as he was about to desperately squeeze every last drop of his stamina to run for his life, a sharp whistle tore through the air.

WHOOSH!

Zheng Xing only felt a sharp object slam into the back of his left thigh! Blood splattered. Although his formidable physical durability prevented any serious injury, it still caused a horrifying consequence—his running momentum was violently disrupted!

Zheng Xing’s ankle gave out, and his speed instantly plummeted. Knowing he couldn’t escape, he hurriedly spun around to face Feng Yin, ready to fight to the death. But the moment he laid eyes on Feng Yin, his pupils violently trembled!

Feng Yin crouched low, holding the Dragon and Snake Sword as he flickered like a phantom during his sprint. It was as if the ground beneath his feet had been compressed by some Demon Technique. One second he was lifting his foot on the left, and by the time his foot landed, he had already appeared on the right!

SWISH SWISH SWISH SWISH SWISH SWISH—

With six consecutive, mirage-like shifting dashes, Zheng Xing completely lost track of Feng Yin! As Zheng Xing floundered in panic, an abrupt, icy voice rang out from behind him.

"Looking for me?"

He whipped his head around, only to find that Feng Yin had appeared behind him at some unknown point. His right hand held the Dragon and Snake Sword high overhead, while his left hand held the scabbard horizontally in front of his chest.

High above, the bright moon hung in the clear sky. Down below, in the gloomy mountain forest, Feng Yin had finished gathering his momentum.

Wielding a sword using Mace techniques.

Tiger Mace Form—Tiger Kill!

The Dragon and Snake Sword cleaved viciously downward, unleashing a smooth, crescent-moon-like flash of sword light. As Zheng Xing howled madly and thrust his claws forward, the strike instantly cleaved clean through his neck all the way down to his abdomen!

Zheng Xing’s extended claws suddenly spasmed. A look of utter despair surfaced on his face as the top half of his body slid off at a diagonal angle and crashed to the ground.

Amidst his agonizing screams, Feng Yin planted a foot on his upper back, his voice cold and detached. "Tell me. How many of you Mad Seeds are there in Coastal City?"

A gurgling sound of bubbling blood rumbled from Zheng Xing’s mouth. He lifted his hideous face, intending to spit out some vicious final words.

SHING!

The sharp tip of the sword drove straight down, pinning Zheng Xing’s head firmly to the dirt. Zheng Xing’s face froze, his dead, unblinking eyes reflecting deep bewilderment and resentment.

"Forget it, I wouldn’t have gotten anything out of you anyway... Saves me the trouble of letting you talk big."

Feng Yin pulled out the Dragon and Snake Sword. Looking at the foul-smelling blood trickling down its edge, he gave it a casual flick, vibrating off most of the gore. He then twirled the sword into a flourish, clamped the blade in the crook of his left arm, and slid it backward, relying on the Air Flow Armor to sweep away the last traces of blood.

Finally, he returned the sword to its scabbard.

The mark on the back of his right hand flashed once again. Feng Yin, however, was looking up into the mountains, an inexplicable expression in his eyes.

"Since I’m already here..."