One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Chapter 45: Conclusion

"This—how is this possible!?"

Ning Zhibai’s pupils tore apart, his mouth opened wide, and the flesh on both sides of his cheeks trembled under the blowing wind.

Looking at the muscle giant that suddenly appeared in front of him, towering over two and a half meters, Ning Zhibai’s muscles tensed subconsciously, freezing in place. That rapidly escalating sense of crisis was like a missile crashing down atop his head, exploding with a thunderous blast, stirring up a storm of shock and horror within his heart.

Boom!

In that critical moment, Ning Zhibai clamped his jaws tight around his upper jaw.

He crossed his arms and lifted them up, desperately pouring his demonic strength into his arms, readying his defense.

Crack—Boom!

The ground beneath his feet shattered inch by inch, and countless raindrops in the air first condensed, then transformed into fine powder. The white parasitic species that pervaded the martial arts gym, wrapped in force, formed a radiating spectacle of white silken threads.

A torrent of blazing, scorching strength, like magma, fiercely cascaded down towards the demonic body.

The demonic strength he had once been so proud of was rapidly depleting in the clash with Su Heng’s strength. It was like a thin puddle in a hot pan, about to dry up in the blink of an eye.

"Open for me!" Ning Zhibai roared.

He ignited the remaining demonic strength, and a grey fog exploded, instantly enveloping the battlefield.

"Run!" The intensely hot and fiery thoughts of the advancing Yin Body suddenly calmed down. Compared to the demon, that guy was a true monster.

Without any hesitation, Ning Zhibai turned and dashed towards the courtyard wall, simultaneously summoning a fog to obscure his form.

Whoosh!

The moment he flipped over the courtyard wall.

Ning Zhibai inexplicably turned back to look but saw Su Heng’s silhouette disappear into the mist.

"Gone!" A strong sense of alarm rose again.

Where is he, where could he be?

Not good!!!

Ning Zhibai suddenly looked up, only to see a large face appear right in front of him.

The face was covered in grotesque black veins, its smile twisted and exaggerated, the corners of its lips almost torn to the ears, exposing a set of white teeth. The pupils rapidly contracted into two black dots, and the eyes were filled with terrifying whites.

"Run!? You dare offend me and think you can run!?"

Boom!

Before Ning Zhibai could react, Su Heng had already punched him hard in the abdomen.

A crisp "crack" sound, his spine was filled with fractures.

Dragon-like strength surged through his body, making Ning Zhibai’s body uncontrollably fold into a U-shape, his eyeballs bulging out, and he spat out a mouthful of crimson chunks of viscera.

There was a blank void in his mind, and only after several heartbeats did he barely regain his senses. Looking up, he saw the huge void left by Su Heng’s punch in the mist, still continuously expanding outward, the air around filled with the sharp screeching of air being torn apart.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The courtyard walls collapsed, buildings exploded, and the mansion adorned with golden winter jasmine flowers was entirely torn apart by Ning Zhibai’s body.

A trench over two meters deep abruptly appeared in the center of the martial arts gym, splitting it in two. When Ning Zhibai’s body finally stopped, the ground around him had sunk, forming a crater over ten meters in diameter.

Whoosh!

Su Heng’s figure flashed.

He appeared at the edge of the massive crater, looking down into the center of it.

Ning Zhibai’s body was battered, but numerous pale white mycelium appeared on the wounds, attempting to repair the damage.

Sensing Su Heng approaching, Ning Zhibai suddenly opened his eyes, which were also a ghastly pale.

Bang!

He flipped his hand and snapped his fingers.

A gray-white sphere pierced through the mist and shot towards Su Heng’s face.

Su Heng raised his hand to block, but the moment the two touched, the sphere exploded directly, enveloping Su Heng in a dense fog.

"I succeeded!" A flash of joy flickered through Ning Zhibai’s eyes.

This fog was comprised of potent Parasitic Species he had developed at great cost. The quantity was so vast that even a powerful demon in fetal form contaminated by it would have their blood and life force drained instantly, leaving nothing but a dessicated corpse.

"Trivial trick..." A cold laugh coming from within the mist struck Ning Zhibai like falling into an ice pit. f

Hiss—

Su Heng opened his mouth to inhale, swallowing all the white mist in one gulp.

The powerful species, formulated from shady years, had not yet managed to take root within Su Heng’s body before being Ignited by the scorching Yang Pole True Strength. They transformed into the purest life force, nourishing his body and recovering the slight qi and blood deficiency caused by the recent fight.

"You taste quite good, bastard." Su Heng grinned, tapping his toe lightly forward. In Ning Zhibai’s desperate gaze, he leaped forward.

Boom!

A loud noise and the entire martial arts hall, along with the surrounding streets, suddenly trembled.

Su Heng stomped on Ning Zhibai’s hip bone, tearing his lower body into shreds and turning it into minced meat.

"Sorry, Master!" Su Heng sneered, then stomped down again.

This time, Ning Zhibai’s chest exploded.

Following that, the arms, neck, head, kidneys on both sides... With each stomp of Su Heng, dust billowed, and the terrifying rumbling sounds were incessant. In the blink of an eye, Ning Zhibai’s body was almost turned into a mash, indistinguishable from the moist earth on the ground.

In this horrific, bone-shattered mash, several indistinct white threads rapidly condensed into a strange creature resembling a mix of an octopus and a mushroom. Eight tentacles, covered with suckers, sprawled out, leaping towards Su Heng’s face with a sudden pounce.

Crack!

Su Heng was prepared and reached forward to squeeze.

The strange creature was completely grasped in Su Heng’s hand, its remaining eight tentacles frantically slapping his arm, desperately trying to parasite within his body.

Unfortunately.

Su Heng’s body was extremely tough, and no matter how hard the creature tried, it could not penetrate his defenses.

Instead, Su Heng held the creature in his hand, taking a keen interest in examining it closely.

"Who would have thought that the creature driving Changqing County to a dead end would be such an inconspicuous little creature," Su Heng laughed heartily.

The intense Demonic Qi emanating from the creature did not lie.

Without any doubt, the creature, merely the size of a palm, held by Su Heng was the true body of the mysterious mist demon.

Su Heng’s fingers gradually tightened, a vast amount of Yang Pole True Strength surged into the mist demon’s body, about to extinguish its vitality completely.

"I can’t accept this!" The mist demon shrieked.

But its body inevitably started to char from the scorching True Strength, and its struggles quickly weakened.

"Young friend..." At that moment, a distant call came from behind the curtain of rain, "Do not harm its life."

"Pfft!" Su Heng squeezed forcibly.

The mist demon’s body burst apart directly, leaving only a soft remnant of the demonic body in his palm.

Su Heng’s expression turned cold, and slowly, he looked up towards the newcomer.