One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Chapter 46: Craniotomy

Hiss!

Within the mist, a pebble pierced through the rain curtain, heading towards Su Heng’s strong arm bend to strike.

The overwhelming force brushed it aside, reducing it to dust.

Su Heng slowly lifted his head.

He saw the figure of a person wearing a conical hat rapidly approaching, coming close to reveal a gloomy and pale face with a hook nose.

"Who are you?" Su Heng took back the demon carcass and tucked it into his chest, watching the newcomer with an indifferent expression.

"Young friend..."

The shadowy figure stopped less than ten meters from Su Heng.

Between them lay a curtain of rain.

"Leave the demon carcass of the Yin Body Tai Sui behind, and I will not dwell on today’s events," the middle-aged man looking like a swordsman with knit brows said, "otherwise—"

"So you’re saying that you placed this demon here?" Su Heng cut off his speech.

"Yes, but also no," the middle-aged man began, just about to continue explaining.

But he saw Su Heng’s eyebrows suddenly furrow, and a blood-red "川" character faintly formed between them. A surge of blood and energy roared within him, his voice rough and filled with violent and murderous emotions, "You place this monster at my doorstep and dare to negotiate terms with me?!"

"Young friend, the world is vast, don’t assume that just because you’ve surpassed human limits, you can do whatever you want," the middle-aged man’s face gradually turned cold as he continued to advise.

But Su Heng had run out of patience.

Bang!

The ground beneath his feet burst open and he transformed into a blurry shadow.

Layers of intense Yang Pole True Strength, like streams converging into the sea, gathered in his right forearm. His arm clicked, veins bulging, and in the blink of an eye, it swelled to several times its original size. There was no technique, just straightforward power, as he suddenly hurled a punch towards the middle-aged man’s chest.

"You—" the middle-aged man’s pupils dilated, tore, and reddened with blood.

Watching the pitch-black iron fist rapidly expand before his eyes, he dared not underestimate it, crossing his arms, raising them in a block in front of him.

Crack!

Their forces squeezed, collided, and ripped at each other before exploding into a visible ring of mist in the air.

The middle-aged man lost his former lofty bearing, his expression drastically changing.

The mountainous torrent of overwhelming force swept over him, destroying his defenses inch by inch. His arm muscles forcefully caved inwards, warping and deforming, and even the hardest ulna and radius bones of the forearm emitted crackling noises, revealing fine fractures under the unbearable load.

The middle-aged man withdrew his earlier contempt and dared not be careless.

Whoosh!

He lightly touched the ground with the tip of his toe, swiftly retreating to gain distance from Su Heng.

Su Heng was relentless. The Vein Mutation that went beyond one hundred percent gave him unimaginable reactivity, and his colossal body possessed incredible agility as well.

Bang Bang Bang Bang!

The two were like phantoms, or like summer thunder flashing across the sky.

Exchanging blows at lightning speed, heavy shadows of fists collided like a fierce storm, and the continued barrage of dull, terrifying roars. The compressed air from the force of their impacts formed one pale blade after another, spreading outward, slicing entire houses in two, which collapsed with a thunderous crash amidst the downpour, kicking up dust and debris.

Boom!

In an instant, Su Heng smashes down another heavy punch.

The middle-aged man’s legs were like nails, firmly entrenched in the ground; he retreated over ten meters, leaving behind two long, narrow gouges of churning mud.

His eyes, due to the high-speed circulation of strength before, were bloodshot and red, a terrifying sight to behold.

His left arm was bent at an odd angle, obviously unable to bear the burden, broken and fractured by the sheer force of Su Heng’s heavy blow.

"This is what you forced me to do!" the middle-aged man slowly raised his head, a fierce light across his face.

Crack!

He waved his hand, and the broken left arm quickly returned to its original state.

Muscles contracted and tensed, firmly fixing it in place.

"Take a good look, this is the difference between my noble family and you country bumpkins—" the middle-aged man roared, "Secret technique, Three-Phases Finger!"

Whoosh!

His figure vanished abruptly from sight, leaving behind only a spinning grey-white tornado.

Su Heng’s pupils suddenly constricted, sensing a threat approaching from the left.

He reached out to strike, but was a step too late; a sharp pain erupted from the Jiao Valley Acupoint on his left side, and his muscles spasmed uncontrollably. The middle-aged man appeared again, his fingers enveloped in fierce power, striking the Qi Sea and Giant Que acupoints like lightning.

"Hiss…"

The middle-aged man swiftly retreated, reappearing three meters away from Su Heng.

He held his arms in front of him, one up and one down, stabilizing himself from the consumption of using the secret technique.

His face was flushed red, his blood boiling within. The raindrops from the sky hadn’t yet fallen when they were evaporated, forming streaks of grey-white smoke above his head. Despite the huge expenditure, seeing Su Heng close his eyes and stop moving, the middle-aged man couldn’t help the smug smile on his face.

"Struck by the Luo Family’s Three-Phases Finger, not even a god descending could save you," the middle-aged man sneered coldly, reaching for the demon corpse held in Su Heng’s embrace, "Pity for your natural talents and physique."

Smack!

In the rain, a massive hand suddenly grasped the middle-aged man’s arm.

His face filled with horror, he almost jumped on the spot. Looking up, he saw Su Heng’s eyes, bloodshot and fierce like a ferocious god.

"Damn it, your movement technique is not too shabby. But without some tricks, I’m afraid you might have slipped away under my nose," Su Heng sneered, his iron-like hand slowly tightening.

A crisp snap echoed.

Caught off guard, the middle-aged man’s arm was twisted into a spiral by Su Heng. Blood and flesh splattered, and fragments of white bone pierced through the skin, exposed to the cold air.

"How is this possible…" Horror replaced the disbelief on the middle-aged man’s face, but there was little pain.

"Nothing unbelievable about it, your little bit of strength couldn’t kill me!" Su Heng grasped the man’s head, feeling his fragile skull creak in his hands, with fresh blood oozing from the eyes and nose, "Got any last words?"

"The demon corpse... Balance... Complete the seal..." The middle-aged man spat out blood, his body convulsed violently, on the verge of death, "Otherwise... once the gluttonous beast breaks free... it will bring... a disaster upon all living beings."

"What a joke!" Su Heng felt more revulsion, "The people of your Luo Family are people, but aren’t those of my Su Family people as well?"

He could not be bothered to listen further, pressing down on the middle-aged man’s face with both hands, his thumbs stabbing towards the eye sockets.

The middle-aged man struggled desperately, crying out in agony. His remaining right hand futilely beat against Su Heng’s muscular upper body, but as his strength faded with blood loss, he couldn’t cause Su Heng any real harm.

Su Heng’s patience finally ran out. His thumbs crushed the eyeballs, penetrated the brain, and he wrenched the hands apart.

Crack—

The scream cut off abruptly as the middle-aged man’s head split in two.

Hot blood splattered out, spraying over Su Heng’s body and face, with a droplet falling into Su Heng’s eye. Through the blood-red vision, he saw the figures of Su Li and Xiao Qing rushing through the rain curtain towards the battlefield.