Chapter 275 - 267: Slaughter and Shock

On Starlight Street, rain fell in sheets.

Raindrops smashed against the asphalt, against the soaked bodies of the Woodcutter Gang assassins, and against the axes and choppers in their hands, kicking up a hazy white mist.

They stood in the downpour, their vision blurred by the water, yet they still strained to open their eyes wide, opened their mouths, and charged forward with a roar.

"KILL—!"

THUD!

A figure at the very front of the crowd suddenly flew high into the air, soaring over the throng, and crashed heavily at the very back.

It landed on the ground, twitched twice, and went still.

Then a second, a third...

The men charging at the front were continuously tossed out, like stalks of straw being rapidly plucked and flung about.

They flew over the heads of the crowd, smashing onto the street, onto their comrades, each impact making a dull thud.

But some still managed to charge close, taking aim at the walking figure, swinging their axes in a wide arc, and chopping down viciously!

CRACK—

The crisp sound rang out in the heavy rain.

But what had broken were the arms holding the axes.

The few men from the Woodcutter Gang who had struck stood frozen, staring dumbly at the stark white bone shards protruding from their arms. Rain poured over the wounds; blood gushed out, only to be washed away instantly.

They opened their mouths, wanting to scream, but no sound came out.

Because the sound of shattering soon came from their chests again—CRACKLE CRACKLE, like bundles of dry branches being rapidly snapped underfoot.

They shot backward from where they stood like cannonballs, instantly knocking down a swath of the crowd behind them!

Still, the men kept surging forward from all directions, red-eyed, teeth clenched, desperately pushing onward. Axes, choppers, iron bars... all sorts of weapons were chaotically aimed at the figure.

But no matter the weapon, as soon as it came within about ten feet of the figure, it could not advance any further.

There seemed to be an invisible wall in the air. This "wall" blocked the weapons and bullets flying from all directions. The "wall" rumbled forward with the figure's footsteps.

Anyone who stood before this wall would have their body instantly and without warning explode.

No screams, no struggle.

In just an instant, a whole person would detonate into a thick, crimson mist. The mist, washed by the rain, dispersed and splattered onto the faces and bodies of the people behind.

Sometimes, the besieged figure would casually catch an axe or two flying toward him. He would take the axe, weigh it casually in his hand, and then with a careless swing—

A dozen heads would instantly fly high into the air from the crowd in front of him. Geysers of blood, like red fountains, shot up from the headless bodies before they swayed and collapsed...

The man just kept walking forward.

With every step he took, someone fell.

Most of the time, he made no move at all, simply walking through the crowd. But as he merely passed by, the people surrounding him would immediately go limp, as if their bones had been snatched away in an instant.

They collapsed to the ground, blood pooling from beneath their bodies.

The men surged forward quickly, but they fell even faster!

The path the man walked had become a road of blood. The heavy rain washed the blood everywhere, staining vast stretches of asphalt a dark crimson.

Severed limbs and corpses lay strewn across the bloody road. Rain fell from the sky, exploding into pinkish mists near the ground.

The men at the front had long since lost the will to charge, but those in the back kept pushing them forward.

Slowly, the people in the back began to break down as well.

The war cries had long since died down, replaced by screams of agony, cries of despair, and the sounds of people kowtowing and begging for mercy.

Occasionally, a series of gunshots would ring out, but they were aimed at those who were trying to flee.

But it was no use.

When more and more people chose to drop their axes and choppers and run despite the risk of being shot, this siege of several thousand against one finally came to a hasty end with an utterly absurd and laughable conclusion...

Luo Chengying stood on the second floor of Buye Heaven, his handsome features reflected in the enameled window before him.

Like Chen Qingyuan in the wheelchair beside him, his expression had slowly shifted from initial cold indifference and disdain, to seriousness and gravity, then to shock... until only a stunned stupor remained.

People are always reluctant to believe things that defy common sense and shatter their understanding. After all, rumors are inevitably exaggerated, and there are too many people who love to embellish.

But when the truth was laid bare before their eyes, they were horrified to discover that it was seemingly more than ten times more preposterous than the rumors and their expectations. By the time they wanted to feel regret, it was already too late.

In the silent, Western-style buildings along Starlight Street, under the downpour, quite a few people were secretly watching this bloody massacre from behind heavily drawn curtains.

At this moment, these powerful individuals hiding in the shadows, accustomed to calling the shots and seeing all manner of grand spectacles, were likewise plunged into a silent yet immense shock.

The rain fell on the street, but a chill seeped into their bodies, drilling into the very marrow of their bones...

...

'Life is as fragile as paper.'

Fu Juemin had felt this way for a long time.

'Human life is so fragile, just like paper. One gentle tear and it's gone, never to be pasted back together...'

When he killed the first person, he could still feel a sliver of satisfaction.

But as more and more people died at his hands, that satisfaction gradually faded.

With his current strength, ordinary people were no different from rag dolls before him; a casual tug was enough to tear them apart.

Those people charged forward and fell; they charged again, and fell again... like waves, one after another.

Fu Juemin didn't know how many people he had killed. He just kept walking forward, striking out only occasionally.

Having killed so many, his heart slowly grew numb.

When he suddenly looked up at some point, he realized—there was no one left standing around him.

From the entrance of the Xianlido all the way to the end of the street, there were mangled corpses everywhere. Countless bodies soaked in the rainwater, and the blood, washed by the downpour, formed little red streams that flowed into the gutters at the side of the road...

Luo Chengying had wanted to use the three thousand lives of the Woodcutter Gang to trade for his. He wanted to use sheer numbers to slowly, brutally grind him down. Grind him down until he was exhausted, until he collapsed.

This method might have actually worked against an ordinary Martial Dao master. After all, even if it were three thousand chickens, you would get tired of killing them one by one.

But Luo Chengying didn't know that with his Pharmacist Master Dragon Elephant at Great Success, his Life Attribute at a high of 21, and before a single drop of "Innate Primordial Liquid" was fully consumed, both his stamina and his Vitality were practically inexhaustible.

Fu Juemin's condition was still perfect.

He stood in the middle of the street, in the center of countless corpses.

He raised his head, his calm gaze locking onto a certain stiff, unmoving figure behind the second-floor window, beneath the Buye Heaven sign.

An invisible ripple emanated from Fu Juemin's body, instantly slicing through the layers of the rain curtain and spreading out rapidly—

BANG! BOOM!—

The neon sign for "Buye Heaven," along with the entire second-floor glass facade, shattered without warning and exploded outward!

Amidst the countless flying splinters of wood and shards of glass, three figures shot out violently. They were so fast they left afterimages in the rain, like three beasts pouncing on their prey!

In the exploding, hazy mist, several crimson points of light bizarrely flared up!

Fu Juemin watched with a calm expression as the three figures lunged at him from different angles simultaneously.

When the figures were right above him, he lowered his eyelids and took half a step forward.

VMM—!

As he took that step, a dark, viscous, distorted ring violently erupted from him.

The distortion was like a ripple in water, creating wave-like patterns in the air as it instantly spread out from his position as the center.

In an instant, the space around him seemed to freeze, and time along with it!

The three figures froze in mid-air!

The next moment—

BOOM!!

A terrifying explosion erupted in the middle of the street. A massive shockwave and a pillar of fire shot skyward, blasting a huge hole in the curtain of rain!

The shockwave slammed into the windows of the surrounding buildings, creating a cacophony of shattering glass!

The firelight gradually faded, thick smoke rising through the rain...

Fu Juemin walked out of the flames with a calm expression.

He looked exactly the same, not even glancing back at the explosion behind him. He just raised his right hand and gave a casual toss.

Something flew from his hand and landed on the ground.

THUD—

It was a head, crushed until it was twisted and misshapen, its face still frozen with the lingering shock and disbelief from the moment of death.

Behind Fu Juemin, within the fire and smoke being gradually extinguished by the rain, two burly Westerners with deep-set eyes and high-bridged noses stood motionless.

They looked down at their own chests, their expressions almost identical to the one on the head on the ground.

Accompanied by a crisp CLATTER like collapsing metal blocks, both of their bodies simultaneously fell apart, exploding into a mess of parts, organs, and a large amount of unknown, disgusting slime.

Fu Juemin's gaze flickered only slightly when he saw the Golden Energy in his character panel's Skill Slot increase a little, then it returned to its usual calm.

He continued walking, his leather shoes making soft, rhythmic splashing sounds on the rain-slicked street.

On the second floor of Buye Heaven, before the torn-open glass facade, Luo Chengying stood frozen stiff.

With the window gone, cold rainwater poured in from outside, mercilessly lashing his body and face.

The old man from the Mei Xin Joint Research Institute, the one in charge of the human modification project, had drunkenly sworn to him—with these three "H-Parasite Type" modified humans for protection, no one in Shenghai, at least, could ever threaten him in terms of personal martial prowess.

This was the main reason he had chosen to stand here today, even after being warned in advance by Luo Zhengxiong to stay away from the man before him.

'What were three thousand men from the Woodcutter Gang?'

'I never counted on those losers.'

'However...'

Yet, these three modified humans in whom Luo Chengying had placed such high hopes, upon facing Fu Lingjun, were dismantled into a pile of scrap with bare hands after a single encounter!

Fu Lingjun didn't even have a single crease on his suit!

A mixture of rage from being toyed with, and terror, rose in Luo Chengying's chest.

He wanted to run, but his legs felt as if they were filled with lead, refusing to move.

His clothes were already soaked. Rainwater dripped from his chin, trickled down his neck, and flowed into his shirt, bringing waves of cold.

Just then, Luo Chengying saw the man standing on the street below gently raise a hand toward him.

The hand rose slowly, casually, as if greeting him.

An intense feeling of unease instantly welled up in Luo Chengying's heart! He had no time to react before he felt an invisible force grab him from a distance.

It was like an unseen giant hand had seized his body and violently yanked it downward...

Luo Chengying was brutally dragged down from the second floor of Buye Heaven!