One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Chapter 43: Metamorphosis

The expected cold touch never came.

A hand as large as a palm-leaf fan, each finger thick as a copper pillar.

Su Li’s waist was completely encircled by that one hand, and compared to the giant before her, her normal human body was as petite as that of a toy doll.

"You..."

Su Li’s eyes widened in shock as she stared at the muscular giant before her, her eyes filled with horror.

Releasing his hand, Su Heng slowly stood up.

His nearly two and a half meter tall frame stood in the darkness, his head almost touching the ceiling. His eyes were a bright red, with countless blood vessels wriggling like earthworms.

"Huff..."

A hot breath was exhaled from his mouth.

As his attention focused, a gray-white attribute panel floated into Su Heng’s line of sight.

[Su Heng]

[Height: 1.98 meters]

[Weight: 415 jin]

[Realm: Vein Mutation 112%, Bone Mutation 3%]

[Cultivation Technique: Black Evil Technique Level Twelve (Special Effects: Yang Pole True Strength, Ghost Carry)]

[Attribute Points: 0]

"Sister, your elixir is really useful," Su Heng’s mouth gradually split into a smile and, watching the rain sweeping across the sky outside, his expression slowly turned malicious and fierce.

Although he had only been in seclusion for five days this time, his strength had greatly increased.

It wasn’t simply a breakthrough to a new realm.

Moreover, Evil-breaking Roar had metamorphosed into a brand-new talent—Ghost Carry.

With the activation of Ghost Carry and his strength running amok, Su Heng could obtain a fifty percent enhancement in all aspects, his physique growing larger, and his strength naturally carrying the effect of breaking through evil. It was difficult for the poison and evil methods of demons to affect him, while his strength would deal additional damage to them.

The special amplification that came with Ghost Carry originated from the formation of two red blood sacs woven by the veins in his back.

The blood sacs were located just beneath the infraspinatus muscles, perfectly forming the eyes of a ghastly ghost.

Su Heng guessed that his Vein Mutation had surpassed one hundred percent mainly due to these two blood sacs. In the past, Vein Mutation still fell within the framework of a human’s own body. However, after breaking through the one hundred percent mark, the mutation intensified, beginning to grow organs and tissues completely alien to humans.

"I didn’t interrupt your cultivation just now, did I?" Su Li’s face turned slightly red as she looked at Su Heng’s robust and almost inhuman body, taking a step back.

"It’s okay..." Su Heng waved his hand.

His gaze moved past Su Li, his pupils reflecting the torrential raindrops in the courtyard.

"We were just attacked, and I thought I should mention it to you," Su Li said softly.

"Looks like that guy can’t wait either," Su Heng grinned, shaking his head, a series of crackling sounds emanating from his thick neck.

"Are you going to set off now?" Su Li asked again.

The rain fell harder and harder.

Like a string of sparkling crystal bead curtains, it merged into a continuous expanse, filling the entire world with the sound of the pouring rain.

Su Heng’s earlier guess was correct; the spores created by the mist demon were restrained by water. With thunder roaring in the background, the fog that shrouded the city’s sky was dissipating.

Crack!

A flash of lightning tore through the sky, and Su Heng’s profile was ghastly pale.

"Hmm," he nodded, "I can’t wait any longer, I’m going to kill it now."

Images flashed through his mind: pale human faces unearthed in the mountains, fog pervading the entire city, Su Shang unconscious, and repeated attacks and provocations. Rage surged in his broad chest, a hint of red gleaming in Su Heng’s eyes.

"Be careful," Su Li cautioned. "The demon that could cause such a catastrophe might have already reached a terrifying level of power."

"I know..." Su Heng said with a smile, softly adding, "A fight has to be done eventually."

He waved his hand.

From the shattered wardrobe, a black robe flew out and landed in his hand.

Taking big strides, Su Heng left the room, casually throwing the robe over his body with a flick of his wrist.

The originally well-fitted clothes now seemed a bit tight due to the increased size of his body, outlining the powerful muscle lines of his upper body.

But the hem of the robe was still loose.

Whoosh!

A gust of wind laden with cold rain swept through.

The hem of the pitch-black robe danced wildly behind Su Heng as his powerful legs, robust as the roots of ancient trees, firmly rooted to the ground.

"I’m off, wait for my good news," Su Heng waved his hand, his voice indescribably dashing. It was as if he wasn’t heading to a perilous final battle, facing a terrifyingly strange demon, but rather leaving for a casual outing with friends and family after dinner, so carefree and at ease.

Su Li stood frozen, watching him until Su Heng’s figure disappeared into the dark curtain of rain.

Swish!

Not long after Su Heng had left.

A dark red silhouette suddenly appeared in the curtain of rain.

The long black hair, the cold, pale face, it was Xiaoqing, the female ghost who had always been by Su Li’s side.

"You’re awfully pale; what’s wrong?" Su Li’s eyebrows twitched as an ominous premonition rose involuntarily in her heart.

Boom!

Thunder rumbled in the sky, drowning out their conversation.

"What did you say!?"

"The fog persists outside, and those demon servants you’ve cut down have started moving again," Xiaoqing repeated.

"You mean to say..." Su Li’s brows gradually knit together.

"The rain might have very limited effect on the fog demon," Xiaoqing replied.

"Then why did the fog disperse?" Su Li was puzzled.

"Perhaps..." Xiaoqing speculated with a contemplative look, "it did so deliberately. The fog demon has undergone a transformation, entering a whole new realm. It might have used this method deliberately to lure your brother onto its own turf to fight, seeking to eliminate this threat once and for all."

Su Li’s face grew increasingly pale, "What was our initial estimation of the fog demon’s strength?"

"Forbidden level, high rank," Xiaoqing answered.

"If a high-rank Forbidden level demon undergoes another transformation, that would be..."

"That would be at the Fierce Level," Xiaoqing said. Human Martial Artists can be divided into three major realms: Demon Form, Demonic Womb, and Heavenly Deceit. Correspondingly, demons also have a similar classification, which is Forbidden, Fierce, and Death levels.

And a Fierce-level demon is equivalent to a Martial Artist at the Demonic Womb realm.

However, in most cases, a demon of the same level tends to be far more formidable than a human Martial Artist of the same tier.

In the Demon Suppression Bureau, for a newly transformed Fierce-level demon, at least three Demonic Womb elders would need to team up and venture out to have a reasonable chance of suppressing or executing it on the spot. And now, Su Heng had gone alone...

Crack!

Amidst the cold curtain of rain, Su Li’s complexion turned even paler.