One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Chapter 30: Torture and Killing

In the ominous and silent forest, a white mist was hazy.

A golden blaze shot forward swiftly, with the rushing wind pressure utterly crushing the low bushes on both sides, destroying them.

Roar!

A roar shattered the mountains and forests.

The likewise injured Mist Demon leaped out and saw the rapid river at the foot of the mountain from afar.

It did not slow down, its eyes blazing red, and it pounced forward fiercely.

Boom!

A terrifying force exploded.

The water was pressed down, revealing a semi-circular indentation.

"Hahaha! Beast, do you think you can kill me!!!"

A wild laugh.

The fiery Yang Pole True Strength filled Su Heng’s body.

His clothes ripped to shreds, turning into ashes, his body looking as though it was cast from bronze and iron, glistening under the sunlight.

Sss—

A huge hand, fan-like, spread open.

Five fingers, each glowing red and thick as copper pillars, came crashing down with a slap.

A horrified expression flashed humanlike on the gruesome face of the Mist Demon; not only had Su Heng’s wounds completely healed,

But the aura he emitted was many times stronger than before.

The wild and fiery Yang Pole True Strength enveloped Su Heng’s fingertips, extending a full foot forward.

It twisted the air, vibrating at a high frequency.

It looked just like the invisible blades in science fiction movies.

Before Su Heng’s full-strength slap could land, a piercing pain penetrated his bones, causing his flesh to tremble violently, as if his body was about to be torn apart.

"Roar!"

The Mist Demon roared, its pupils turning from golden-red to crimson.

It knew it had fallen into a trap, but by then, there was no retreat.

It quickly gathered all its strength, beautiful golden flames surrounding its body, channeled like a stream into the horn on its head, and with a fierce upward thrust,

A crisp crack sounded.

The horn on the head of the Mist Demon was broken by Su Heng, followed by its head being compressed and deformed.

Blood spurted from the demon’s mouth and nostrils, then was evaporated by the burning Yang Pole True Strength on Su Heng’s body, forming a crimson mist.

"Aowuu!"

A dragon-like strength surged into the Mist Demon’s long, robust body.

The creature, over ten meters long, was flung like a rag doll by Su Heng’s palm, crashing into a more distant shallow bay and blasting a hole in the ground.

The demon’s vitality was vigorous.

Even after such severe damage, it did not die immediately.

The Mist Demon’s limbs flailed wildly, leaving scrapes on the beach, and it somehow managed to stagger to its feet.

A whimper.

It did not dare look up at Su Heng even for a moment.

It turned and desperately sprinted toward the mist-covered mountains nearby.

If it could make it into the mist, it could block both sight and sound, find a chance to escape, slowly recover, and then—

Hiss!

A terrifying black hand grabbed the Mist Demon’s long leopard tail.

The latter’s body involuntarily lifted off the ground, screaming in panic as it frantically turned its head.

In the shadows, Su Heng’s black hair was disheveled, the skin on his cheeks taut, his mouth grotesquely wide open, displaying pale, horrific teeth dripping with thick saliva.

His eyes were especially horrifying.

Crimson throughout, filled with a pathological craving for food.

"Aow!!!!!!"

A shriek of terror came from the Mist Demon’s mouth.

Its two front limbs struggled violently, clawing two bloody pits into the ground.

But it was futile—

As Su Heng’s arm muscles contracted.

The massive body of the fog demon was completely dominated by a formidable force, lifting off the ground and suspending in mid-air.

Swung up, smashed down!

The golden sun hung in the sky, but suddenly it blurred and plummeted rapidly.

Crack!

Sharp broken rocks about a meter long were underfoot.

The spine of the fog demon collided with the broken rocks, making a crisp sound, and the howling stopped abruptly.

Bang!

Su Heng knelt on the fog demon.

With one hand, he firmly locked its body, preventing it from moving.

The other hand, wrapped in a thick layer of Yang Pole True Strength, struck the fog demon’s head continuously like a sledgehammer.

There was no technique to speak of, just brutal and barbaric striking.

The beautiful and magnificent red-gold pupils of the fog demon bled and burst, its skull shattered, and white brain matter sprayed out from its eyes and nostrils, as a large pool of scorching blood slowly condensed beneath its head.

Its majestic pure white head slowly became a blurry mass of flesh under Su Heng’s pounding.

In the beginning,

The body of the fog demon convulsed, still struggling.

The uncontrolled five tails whipped Su Heng like long whips, leaving trivial red marks.

But soon, it couldn’t even struggle.

Its brain, those central systems controlling its body, were violently destroyed.

The tails weakly fell to the ground, plopping down, and a foul-smelling turbid yellow mixture spurted from behind.

It also represented the complete end of this formidable life.

"Huff…"

Su Heng’s chest heaved dramatically.

He slowly stood up, the terrifying red light in his eyes gradually faded.

Since he began practicing martial arts,

The creature before him could be considered one of the most dangerous and terrifying he had ever encountered.

Strong, barely less formidable than himself. Moreover, it possessed a bizarre talent and high intelligence, setting traps, luring him here.

A series of processes came down,

Surprisingly making Su Heng feel a direct sense of life-and-death crisis.

But now, slowly reflecting back, Su Heng felt no fear in his heart; instead, he was filled with a gratifying sense of catharsis.

As if this was what he truly longed for...

"Must not be careless!"

Su Heng shook his head, casting that dangerous thought out of his mind.

The demon’s talent was bizarre and terrifying, and its intelligence was no less than that of humans; if he had been weaker and suffered a sneak attack, then lying in the pool of blood wouldn’t be the fog demon, but him, Su Heng.

"Though a monster, it was indeed a worthy opponent."

Looking at the bloody body of the fog demon, Su Heng chuckled softly, "To show respect, I will properly relish your flesh and blood."

He bent down,

Nonchalantly picked up the fog demon’s head, hanging it on his shoulder like a backpack.

The over three-meter-long body of the fog demon wasn’t light, but Su Heng felt no weight at all. With a light tap of his toes, he suddenly surged forward over ten meters.

But...

Walking, walking, Su Heng suddenly stopped.

"Something’s not right!"

He narrowed his eyes, seemingly realizing something, and abruptly turned back to look behind him.

In the dark and quiet forest, wisps of fog hovered like white silk, lush branches blocked the sunlight casting shadows.

There was no wind, nor any sound.

Looking at the eerily silent forest before him, Su Heng’s expression turned completely somber.

"It shouldn’t be…"

The fog demon was clearly slain by himself, its body slung over his shoulder.

But the fog created by the fog demon’s talent could still exist in this forest, which was abnormal.

Unless—

The pale cheetah he had just killed was not the actual body of the fog demon!?