Chapter 85 – Ultimate Outburst

This series of dramatic changes seemed to take forever, but in reality, it all happened within a few seconds.

Under the firelight, the figure that had “emerged” from behind Zhou Ling was now fully revealed to Lu Yuan.

It was a man wearing a strange mask.

The mask had a large protrusion in the center, resembling an oversized crow’s beak.

The man was shrouded in wisps of black mist, looking like smoke, or like decayed silk fluttering in the wind.

Zhou Ling’s entire body was slumped against him, and where his body touched the black mist, it showed signs of melting, like wax.

“Run!”

Zhou Ling shouted, and blue light began to glow along the lines on his combat suit.

The man in the strange mask looked down at him, raising the hand with long, bird-like claws that had pierced through Zhou Ling’s head before, and gently placed it on Zhou Ling’s face.

Zhou Ling’s voice and movements instantly ceased.

Lu Yuan stared at the man in front of him, feeling as if his entire body had frozen solid.

A surge of abnormal chill enveloped him, making him feel as though he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Run?!

Where to?

Could he even escape?

Time seemed to stretch infinitely in that moment.

In a fraction of a second, countless images and thoughts flashed through Lu Yuan’s mind.

Then, like light converging, these chaotic thoughts condensed into his pupils, which suddenly contracted and then expanded.

His face quickly returned to an expression of calm, devoid of any emotion.

But his body moved swiftly.

He closed the distance between the man and Zhou Ling in a flash.

In the next instant.

Lu Yuan’s body suddenly expanded outward with a “boom.”

His skin and muscles swelled rapidly, turning from pale to black and red.

Veins bulged and wriggled under his skin like worms.

His bones creaked under the strain.

He raised his hand sharply.

The muscles on his two sturdy arms surged like waves.

Like a giant serpent sprouting wings!

At this moment.

Lu Yuan had only one thought in his mind.

Punch.

Punch and kill the man in front of him.

Kill him.

Only then could he survive!

Level 3 [Absolute Concentration], Level 1 [Special Exertion], Level 1 [A Moment of Inspiration].

Constitution points added, double the force, crane cry punch.

Die!

“Splurt—”

The grotesquely long fingers pierced into the head of the person in front like squeezing an orange.

The latter’s shout stopped immediately, and the glowing lines on his body dimmed.

From the blood-red eyes behind the mask, filled with venomous hatred, flowed emotions of satisfaction and triumph.

The man could already feel the aromatic, delectable death energy rapidly growing in his opponent.

He greedily sucked it in, savoring it, trying to make up for the enormous losses and injuries from the previous battle.

Suddenly.

“Whoosh—”

A slight sound of something cutting through the air reached his ears.

The man’s expression shifted slightly as he remembered that there was still another living person in the area.

But that person was so weak, he had almost forgotten about him.

Could it be the sound of a desperate ant, trembling in terror as death approached?

The man casually lifted his head, wanting to see what that ant looked like now.

It would surely be an amusing sight for him.

But as soon as he aligned his gaze, his pupils constricted.

“Bang!”

A deep, muffled sound.

An arm, thick and menacing like a giant serpent, punched the man square in the face.

The protruding part of the mask was replaced by a fist, with bulging veins, almost half of it sinking into the man’s face.

The man was knocked backward by the force of the punch.

He didn’t topple over because he was tightly entangled with the corpse beneath him.

Instead, his head bent back at an extreme angle.

The bones in his neck made a very distinct “crack” sound.

The fist quickly retracted, and the knuckles, protruding violently, brought with them some dark red, sticky liquid from the man’s now completely caved-in face.

The second punch followed immediately.

“Boom!”

“Crack, crack—”

This punch hit the man in the chest, also sinking in deeply.

The entire man was lifted slightly off the ground by the force of the punch.

A huge bulge protruded from his back.

At this moment, the black aura on the man’s body seemed to be stirring, but unfortunately…

“Boom!”

Before it could take any shape, it was scattered like rotten cotton under the impact of the third punch.

Then came the fourth punch, the fifth punch, the sixth punch.

“Bang, bang, bang, boom.”

Lu Yuan’s once handsome face was now contorted with bulging muscles and veins, making him look frighteningly fierce.

He seemed to have grown a size larger.

His two thick, serpent-like arms kept swinging, repeatedly striking the masked man in front of him.

The punches left trails of afterimages in the air.

Warm liquid splattered onto his face continuously.

It could have been from his own ruptured blood vessels.

Or it could have been from the masked man.

He seemed tireless, oblivious to pain, like a punching machine running at maximum output.

Lu Yuan didn’t know how many punches he had thrown.

It wasn’t until he was forcibly pulled out of the [Absolute Concentration] state that he felt his arms, heavy as if they didn’t belong to him, almost unable to lift.

“Whoo—”

He exhaled a long, hot breath.

As he let out that breath, his entire body seemed to deflate, shrinking rapidly.

At this moment, Lu Yuan’s whole body was “tattered,” with countless gashes of varying sizes.

White tendons were even exposed on his arms.

Intense pain surged through his body in waves.

“Huff—huff—”

Lu Yuan trembled, slowly placing his hands on his knees.

He watched as blood mixed with sweat streamed down his skin and muscles.

In no time, a small puddle of light red liquid formed beneath him.

He didn’t know how long this process lasted.

Lu Yuan finally felt slightly better.

Perhaps it was because he had added one constitution point, bringing his constitution points to 13.

The horrifying wounds on his body quickly stopped bleeding.

Thankfully, his arms could still move.

Lu Yuan slowly straightened up, finally having a moment to assess the results of his ultimate outburst.

It was indeed an ultimate outburst.

Since he started practicing martial arts, Lu Yuan had never attacked an opponent with such near “life-sacrificing” effort.

He crazily squeezed every bit of strength and potential out of his body.

Even if there had been a steel wall in front of him, it would have been shattered by now.

“He should be dead.”

Lu Yuan stood in front of a pile of broken limbs and flesh, fighting the urge to vomit, and gently prodded the bloody mess with his foot.

It wasn’t until he saw a few bone fragments that clearly belonged to a skull that he breathed a sigh of relief, confirming that the Crow Deity sect’s masked man was completely dead.

This guy was truly inhuman.

The relatively intact arms and legs resembled huge bird claws, even mixed with some fragments of black feathers.

Lu Yuan almost thought he had killed a monstrous bird.

“Zhou Ling.”

When Lu Yuan came to his senses and found Zhou Ling a few meters away, his expression became complicated.

Zhou Ling was dead.

The skin and flesh on his face had all rotted away, leaving only a nearly fully exposed metallic skull with a silvery-gray sheen, pockmarked with deep holes. Naturally, there was no pulse or heartbeat.

Lu Yuan found the Blue Potion syringe that he had just used to inject a few Yellow Bear members on the ground.

He picked it up, enduring the pain as he shook it vigorously.

He managed to shake out a few remaining drops of the blue liquid from the tube, unsure if it would still work, but he injected it randomly into Zhou Ling’s cold arm.

“Can a cyborg, dead to this extent, still be revived?”

After doing all this, Lu Yuan sat on the ground, blankly staring at Zhou Ling’s tragic corpse, pondering.

“Maybe.”