Fox Has No Malicious Intent-Chapter 732 - 730: The "Purification" of the Triangular Hammer

"One word, ugly rejection!"

Standing on the rubble, Master Fuli looked at Vimal on the street and spoke in a deep voice, rejecting all terms and requests for negotiation from Vimal.

Although Vimal smiled and spoke words that seemed beneficial for her, offering numerous promises, at the end of the day, it's still her seeking help from him, and what she offered lacked sincerity.

The cars, beauties, and mansions, if offered by Old Li or Old Lin, Ansheng would instantly drag them to the real estate office for transfer.

However, do these things really hold value for Vimal?

Not really, for these landlords, the properties and lands they hold are already so numerous that they need a professional management team, or they are turned into financial debts and rented out to the poor.

Not only lacking sincerity, she knew they came to hit her, yet still stood confidently before them, rambling on nonsense.

After hearing what Vimal had to say, Ansheng was even more determined to punch her a few more times.

"Ugly... ugly rejection?"

With a single remark, Master Fuli's words hit Vimal like a sudden thunderstrike, leaving her frozen in disbelief, staring wide-eyed at the bold-spoken Master Fuli.

The blood boiled violently, and Vimal's fair skin was flushing, a strange crimson spreading from her chest to her crown.

"A beast is a beast. I'm even willing to be your mating partner and scratching board, yet you speak such outrageous words," Vimal cursed through gritted teeth, her expression distorted.

"Ptooey—"

Responding to Vimal was only the sound of spitting, Master Fuli glanced around the still dumbstruck villagers and put down the Gravity Hammer, uttering a low command: "Cosmic Triangular Hammer come!"

Silvery metal waves surged from Master Fuli's white trousers, climbing up along his waist to his arms, constructing metal gauntlets around the arm and hand positions.

"Eternal Iron Fist—"

Master Fuli gazed at the iron fist in his hand, side-eyeing the enraged and stunned Vimal with a chuckle.

You little brat! First Epoch technology!

"....Holy relic, fuck."

Vimal had no concept of the First Epoch, but knew that this seemed to be a usable weapon found among Spiritual Particle civilization ruins.

Within the Longevity Club's Spiritual Particle system, they all have a unified name [Holy Relic]. God's Item.

Bringing out a holy relic, Vimal could already sense how much loathing Master Fuli felt for her.

Without any hesitation, Vimal turned, grabbed a villager as a throwing weapon, and hurled him heavily towards Master Fuli, ensuring the villager would survive the flight.

"Use your lives, stop him!"

Vimal shouted the command, a strange mist sprouted from her body, spreading over a hundred meters. The villagers covered by the scent abruptly got up, deploying everything in their power toward Master Fuli.

Vimal turned to flee without stopping.

The villagers surged toward Master Fuli, blocking Vimal's gradually distancing back.

"Run?"

Master Fuli stomped heavily, as if something burst beneath his foot, sending waves of force blasting forth, engulfing the obstructing villagers, pressing their forms down like flattened stalks.

Leaping out forcefully, Master Fuli, with white light following closely, lashed out a punch at Vimal's back.

Metal gauntlets rippled, the punch struck Vimal's spine heavily.

A crisp cracking sound echoed, Vimal's form twisted into two, sliding some distance along the street.

"Ah ah ah—"

Previous punches thrown by Master Fuli failed to elicit any cries from Vimal, he hit her face squarely, yet this punch lacked the weight due to the punching position and Vimal having spaces to dissipate force.

But even this punch caused the fallen Vimal to release an ear-splitting scream.

Her face was extremely twisted, her back was struck by the metal gauntlets, covered in bumps, from which white tendrils sprang, entangling to form a stump-like structure.

Extreme pain invaded, as if something was being extracted from inside her.

"For Lady Vimal—"

One villager, hearing Vimal's screams, rushed out from his house, lunging at her.

Under Master Fuli's stunned gaze, the villager abruptly pulled the pin on a defensive grenade in his embrace, triggering an explosion.

"Boom—"

The explosive flames rose on the street, engulfing the pain-stricken Vimal, as the villager detonated the grenade, severing the flesh tree on Vimal.

With one breath, Vimal's unruly abnormal genes instantly calmed, her wounds were healing at a visible speed, ejecting metal fragments from the internal grenade.

Vimal sat on the ground, the white dress she was wearing burned, revealing what lay underneath.

"Wait... wait... I surrender, you can go ahead and torture me, SM, eating my flesh is all fine, but keep the creature away."

Wearing the Triangular Hammer gauntlet, one punch caused Vimal's internal genes, namely the information fragments stored in her Life Blueprint, to upheave, unable to regenerate even with [Heaven Envoy: Aphrodite Gene].

Just like Momo, Vimal had the Aphrodite Transgene implanted, but contrary to Momo's commercial medical device model, Vimal possessed a complete Aphrodite within her, unafraid of any wounds.

The Aphrodite Gene brought not only super-normal healing abilities.

Beauty and narcissism's inherited information would root within the carrier, externally manifesting as varying degrees of narcissism and love for beauty, coupled with a strong control desire.

Vimal's Love God Gene reached its peak when Master Fuli declined her invitation, escaped her control, and insulted her appearance.

Just.

As Master Fuli brandished the holy relic, a [Rationality +1] sign suddenly emerged above Vimal's head.

That punch caused Vimal's internal Love God Gene to retract instantly, never daring to surface again.

Master Fuli's Eternal Iron Fist nearly punched all three of Vimal's internal transgenes out of her body.

Pain.

Bone-deep extreme agony, seemingly pulling out her spine, polishing it with heated precision, compelling Vimal to surrender immediately.

Vimal stood upright, then knelt, crawling to the front of Master Fuli, lowered her head, and raised his foot to her forehead.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong—"

"You may hit me, even bear offspring is fine, but please, Master Fuli, put away your holy relic, I don't want to be hit anymore."

"I truly understand my mistake..."

Master Fuli gazed at the prostrate Vimal, her tone carrying deep sincerity, her eyes clear, her apology resonant and straightforward, without hesitation. Then he turned towards the gauntlet clasped on his arm, a peculiar expression:

"Your power..."

"Seems a bit outrageous, one touch and this old hag turned into a pure maiden."