Chapter 120 - 28: Strength Type

Chapter 120: Chapter 28: Strength Type

Feng Yin stared into the depths where the mountain path led. Since he was already here, it would be too boring not to investigate whatever this villa was. He would not passively walk into a trap set by others while being led by Zheng Xing and Lu Shuang. But now, the tables had turned. The dynamic of the enemy being hidden while he was exposed had reversed, so naturally, he could go and check out the situation with this group of Mad Seeds.

Halfway up the mountain, inside a villa that exuded a rather rustic flavor, was the kitchen. A middle-aged man with a rather weather-beaten appearance had a cigarette dangling from his lips, his expression calm.

He thought, "They informed me when they set out, so they should be here by now."

After a moment of thought, he took out his phone and dialed Zheng Xing’s number. For a long time, no one answered. The middle-aged man furrowed his brows, hung up, and called Lu Shuang instead.

Still no answer.

Something was wrong! The man took a deep drag of his cigarette and spat it out. He quickly left the kitchen, retreating deep into the mountains, dialing a third number along the way.

Meanwhile, in a simple private room within the villa.

Four diners were chatting and laughing merrily. They consisted of a bold middle-aged man, a refined bespectacled man, an old man who looked like a villager, and a plainly dressed middle-aged woman. Several aromatic meat dishes were laid out on the table. However, judging by the shape of the meat, it looked nothing like regular livestock. Instead, it looked like...

Doubt surfaced on the woman’s face, and she couldn’t help but ask, "Did you guys hear a scream just now?"

"Didn’t notice," the burly man shook his head.

The bespectacled man smiled faintly and said, "I did hear a couple of loud shouts just now. But there’s a village near the mountain; it’s normal for rural villagers to shout a bit while patrolling at night."

The woman frowned. "They still dare to come out at night? Haven’t there been rumors lately about illegal beastified Adjuster riots? They really aren’t afraid of dying."

The old villager chuckled, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "It’s exactly because there are people who aren’t afraid of dying that it’s convenient for us to enjoy a feast. Otherwise, if everyone hid in the city, it wouldn’t be easy for us to make a move."

The bespectacled man pushed up his glasses and said, "The Demon Extermination Association of Celestial Essence is working too hard and putting a bit too much pressure on us. I’m planning to find a way to smuggle myself into a neighboring small country. It’s more comfortable there."

"Coward!" the burly man mocked and cursed at the same time. "Why haven’t Zheng Xing and Lu Shuang brought the people here yet? It’s getting so late, and I can’t wait any longer. There isn’t a single edible thing on this table."

The old villager glanced at the large chunks of meat on the table. "It’s fine for rinsing our mouths. The Chef’s skills are quite good, not to mention it’s not easy to get meat right now."

The woman swallowed hard. "Normally, I could take a couple of bites. But the moment I think about eating Fierce Level meat later, this whole table looks like garbage."

As they spoke, the bespectacled man’s phone rang.

"It’s the Chef, keep it down." He made a hand gesture and answered the call.

A voice came through the phone. "I can’t reach those two. Treat them as exposed. Evacuate immediately, go into hiding, and don’t return to the city."

With that, the call was hung up. The bespectacled man’s face turned grim.

Even without seeing his expression, the other three shared the same ugly look. As Mad Seeds, their physical functions started at the Fierce Level. Since the two on the phone hadn’t deliberately lowered their voices and were so close, everyone heard the message loud and clear.

Zheng Xing and Lu Shuang were exposed.

"Fuck this, what awful luck!" The burly man slammed the table and stood up in displeasure. "Let’s go, let’s go. We have to change our identities again. What a pain."

With that, he reached out and grabbed a braised pork hock from the table, gnawing on it as he walked out. The other three also left with depressed expressions.

Before leaving, they took a glance at the kitchen, only to find it completely quiet. It was obvious that the Chef—the strongest yet most cautious among them—had already slipped away before even notifying them.

"Tsk, runs real fast," the burly man spat. He backed out of the kitchen and walked toward his motorcycle parked in the courtyard.

"I’m leaving first, you guys play by yourselves." He hopped onto his motorcycle, twisted the throttle with his right hand, and clutched the braised hock with his left, gnawing on it as he drove toward the villa’s main gate.

Watching him leave, the trio prepared to take their own vehicles.

The woman looked at the bespectacled man. "I’ll still ride in your car, give me a lift."

The bespectacled man gave a slight nod.

On the other side, the yellow-toothed old man said cautiously, "I won’t take the main road. Better safe than sorry. I’ll evacuate through the mountain paths..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a metallic hum rang out.

SHING!

The three of them whipped their heads around in unison.

Under the dim light of the chandelier at the villa’s main gate, they saw the burly motorcyclist’s Upper Body fly entirely into the air. Only his lower half remained seated, driving the motorcycle forward and out the gate.

A second later, the burly man’s Upper Body crashed to the ground along with the motorcycle, which had fallen after driving a few meters.

Then, the culprit behind all this stomped on him. The sword tip was reversed and plunged into the burly man’s skull, stripping him of his consciousness without any resistance.

Even in death, his mouth was still clamped around the hock that closely resembled a human hand.

"ROAR!" "ROAR!"

Upon seeing this, the bespectacled man and the woman in the back let out explosive roars at the same time. The corners of their mouths and cheeks tore open, revealing their terrifying true forms.

The yellow-toothed old man, however, took a step back.

SHK.

Feng Yin yanked his sword out and glanced at the enemies, but then he retreated, backing out of the villa and vanishing into the darkness once more. Before leaving, his eyes darkened as he took a glance at the food clamped in the burly man’s mouth.

Sure enough, his master was right. There was no need to communicate with Mad Seeds. Whenever he encountered them, he just had to either run or kill them.

Over there, the bespectacled man and the woman, now in their true forms, saw Feng Yin retreat and were just about to give chase when they heard footsteps behind them.

They turned their heads to look, only to see the yellow-toothed old man turning around and bolting frantically with his head down.

He was running away!?

The yellow-toothed old man was more experienced than them. If he chose to run in a three-on-one situation, he definitely had his reasons!

Recalling the burly man who had been instantly killed in a single strike, the two immediately snapped to their senses and hurriedly followed him, fleeing down the small path behind the villa.

Seeing his teammates following him, panic surfaced on the old man’s face. He turned his head and cursed, "Split up! Whoever gets lucky lives!"

With that, he dashed out from the rear of the villa and plunged headlong into the dense forest.

Hearing this, the bespectacled man and the woman exchanged a glance but chose not to listen to the old man. With tacit understanding, they picked a direction together and dove into the forest.

Two against one. If the enemy were to strike, he would definitely target the old man first. They would use him to buy time!

On the other side, the old man was filled with dread, realizing that Zheng Xing and Lu Shuang had messed with the wrong person this time. They wanted to bait a fish, but ended up being baited themselves.

Perhaps the young man who killed the burly man was just the vanguard, and other people from the Demon Extermination Association were right behind him, ready to follow up...

At this thought, his speed as he darted through the woods increased by another notch. However, after running for just a few seconds, his sharp ears caught a rustling sound coming from behind.

He thought, "He’s chasing me! Think I’m easy to bully?!"

Fury surged in the old man’s heart. He reached behind his lower back and grabbed two wood-chopping axes.

In the next instant, he let out an explosive roar mid-sprint, instantly tearing the clothes on his body to shreds. In a split second, his entire body swelled and grew, transforming into a hideous humanoid standing two meters tall.

His face completely lost the appearance of an old man, morphing into the terrifying visage of a Demon.

He spun around instantly, crossed his twin axes, and punched directly toward the swift shadow chasing him from behind.

He thought, "It’s a Strength Type Mad Seed..."

Feng Yin sprinted low to the ground. Looking at the massive, transformed monster, his expression was ice-cold.

When Xie Jingyuan was giving him the rundown, he had mentioned that the true forms of Mad Seeds were divided into several types, with the most common being the "ordinary kind." For example, Zheng Xing and Lu Shuang, whom he had killed, were both of the ordinary kind.

Above the ordinary kind were specialized types such as "strength" and "agility." Upon revealing their true forms, they would display corresponding traits and enhanced abilities.

For instance, this massive Mad Seed, whose size vastly exceeded that of ordinary people, was a Strength Type. Even the most common Strength Type had muscle power that vastly surpassed the ordinary Fierce Level, approaching the Instant Level.

But... so what!

Feng Yin dashed out. Facing the dual axes swung by the old man, he slashed out with his Dragon and Snake Sword, which he had been accumulating power for during the chase!

Martial Arts Performance special Enhancement — Lifting Light as Heavy.

Accumulating power for an attack for more than one second would grant the strike a multiplier equivalent to three times the Armor Engraving Level.

Feng Yin, who already possessed Twelve People’s Strength, delivered a slash guaranteed to have Eighteen People’s Strength!

SLASH!

A flash of sword Light flickered, and the crossed twin axes were severed in a single strike.

Under the despairing gaze of this Strength Type Mad Seed, the two parties brushed past each other!

Feng Yin flicked his sword to shake off the blood.

Behind him, the massive Mad Seed was cleaved in two starting from its head, its remains collapsing powerlessly to the ground.

In the next moment, as he sheathed his sword, Feng Yin finally noticed the mark on the back of his hand flashing.

A thoughtful look appeared on his face.