Infinity, The Arcade Age-Chapter 280 The Power of Blood

After dealing with the last enemy, Qin Ming collected his spoils and turned to help up the weakened female bodyguards around him. These women had shared his bed, and thankfully, they were high-level elite monsters with decent stats, which had kept them from being drained to death by his indiscriminate large-scale AOE attack.

If they had died not at the hands of the enemy but because of him instead, Qin Ming probably would have been troubled over it for a long time.

Just as he was helping them up, footsteps sounded in the distance. Sun Ji, who had fled with A'dou earlier when she saw the situation turning bad, had now returned with the child in her arms.

Stepping into the ruined cabin and seeing that Qin Ming was unharmed, she let out a sigh of relief.

Without much care, she tossed A'dou aside, sending the kid tumbling to the ground with a loud yelp.

Sun Ji strode over to Qin Ming, looked up at him, and suddenly raised an eyebrow.

"I say, have you gotten taller again?"

Qin Ming glanced down at her, noticing how she now seemed incredibly petite in comparison. He grinned.

"Can't help it—got too much blood in my system."

Hearing this, Sun Ji reached out and ran a hand over his bare chest. Looking at his now massive frame—easily towering over two meters—her eyes gleamed with interest.

She instinctively licked her lips, then leaned in close and murmured, "I like this state of yours."

As she spoke, her hands began to wander.

Qin Ming shook his head helplessly before grabbing her and lifting her effortlessly into the air.

For a woman, Sun Ji was by no means short—at 1.7 meters, she was quite tall.

But in Qin Ming's arms at this moment, she looked almost like a child—or perhaps, a life-sized doll.

Her well-toned thighs, sculpted from years of training, weren't even as thick as Qin Ming's arms, now grotesquely swollen with pulsating muscle and bulging veins from his blood infusion.

He reached up and firmly squeezed her... no, not what you're thinking—he was pinching her cheeks.

After messing with her a little, he set her down and turned to leave, his whole presence exuding an intimidating aura.

As he walked, he grabbed a mental energy recovery item and downed it in one gulp.

With a flick of his wrists, the blood stored within his body surged out, forming a swirling crimson mist that rapidly spun around his hands.

Leaving a trail of blood-red afterimages behind him, Qin Ming kicked open the doors and stormed onto the deck.

There, the battle between the Jinfan Pirates and the Hound Unit was still raging.

Zhao Yun and Gan Ning, two of the mightiest warriors present, continued their intense duel without a clear victor.

On a ship, Gan Ning clearly had a significant advantage.

This allowed him to hold his own against Zhao Yun, neither gaining nor losing ground.

However, with Qin Ming and Sun Ji's arrival, everything changed.

Instead of jumping in for a group beatdown, Qin Ming charged into the battlefield alone and forcefully pushed Zhao Yun back.

With a simple gesture, he signaled for a swap—he would be the one to take on Gan Ning.

Faced with this sudden switch, the hidden boss Gan Ning instinctively tightened his grip on his Flying Sky Halberd.

And when he finally took a good look at his new opponent, his eye twitched.

He even subconsciously took a step back.

You couldn't really blame him for that—Qin Ming's current appearance was just too terrifying.

A towering frame of 2.3 meters.

Muscles bulging grotesquely.

Veins writhing across his skin like coiled serpents.

Eyes glowing with an eerie blood-red light.

Arms drenched in constantly flowing, swirling blood.

At this moment, Qin Ming looked less like a warrior and more like a demon straight out of hell, an entity that could rip a man apart with his bare hands at any moment.

And to be fair—if he did catch someone, he actually could rip them apart.

Iron Ball had been killed exactly that way—Qin Ming had forcefully injected massive amounts of blood into her body, while simultaneously weakening her muscles with White Flame, before detonating the blood inside her.

The blood Qin Ming had forcibly injected into Iron Ball's body, combined with the weakening effects of White Flame, was what had ultimately caused her to explode from the inside out.

The blood he infused—when deliberately controlled—was no less powerful than an actual bomb.

Though Gan Ning had been startled by Qin Ming's monstrous appearance, he was, after all, a battle-hardened warrior known for his fearlessness.

So, after recovering from his initial shock, he let out a furious roar and charged straight at Qin Ming, gripping his Flying Sky Halberd tightly.

And before even getting close, he had already thrown an entire string of fire bombs.

Name: Gan Ning

Strength: 40

Constitution: 40

Agility: 40

Spirit: 50

Skills: "Sky and Earth Leap" (C-rank), "Soaring Falcon Scatter" (B-rank), "Little Ghost's Treasure" (B-rank), "Sweeping the Front Gate" (C-rank)

Description: A renowned naval commander of Wu, skilled in breaking formations and charging enemy lines.

As a hidden boss, Gan Ning was by no means weak—his greatest strength lay in his unique combat mechanics.

Gan Ning's primary fighting style wasn't about close-quarters combat with his weapon—it was throwing explosives.

At long range, he had his devastating chain fire bombs, launching five at a time.

At close range, he had poison smoke bombs with potent stun and toxin effects—also thrown in sets of five—and he himself was completely immune to the poison.

At a distance, he bombed you.

If you dared to close in, he gassed you.

And if, after enduring all that, you somehow managed to get within melee range, he would sweep your legs out from under you with his "Sweeping the Front Gate" technique and slam you to the ground.

Even if you managed to dodge his sweep, he could leap several meters away with "Sky and Earth Leap," instantly resetting the distance.

In short, Gan Ning was a kiting expert, a pure hit-and-run combatant.

If you didn't have a way to counter him, you were completely at his mercy.

Unfortunately for him, his strongest fire bomb attacks lacked high single-target damage.

And even worse—Qin Ming could now manipulate blood, dramatically boosting his own ranged attack capabilities.

His burst damage was no longer as terrifying as before—gone were the days of seven sonic blade slashes in a single second.

However, his sustained damage output had increased by an absurd degree.

As long as there was still blood in his body, he could continuously hurl an endless variety of blood-based projectiles—versatile, ever-changing, and practically cost-free to use.

A kiting specialist versus a walking artillery platform—who exactly was countering who here?

That was debatable.

But one thing was certain—an artillery platform with damage immunity was absolutely fearless in any firefight.

Eventually, when Gan Ning realized his attacks couldn't kill Qin Ming, and that even the slightest injury was rapidly regenerating, he was forced into melee combat.

Which, frankly, made sense.

I mean, what other choice did he have?

Was he really going to stand there and trade projectiles with a guy who could endlessly throw blood bombs and even recall the ones he missed?

Even if Qin Ming looked like an absolute brute, with arms thicker than a grown man's legs, maybe—just maybe—he was just for show.

Maybe he was all bark and no bite, a paper tiger, terrifying in appearance but lacking true close-combat skill.

So Gan Ning rushed in.

And immediately realized—Qin Ming was no paper tiger.

In fact, this guy's melee combat was even more terrifying than his ranged attacks!

The moment Gan Ning lunged forward, Qin Ming suddenly raised one arm high.

As his hand opened, the Kusanagi Glove flared to life.

A massive surge of blood erupted from his body—set ablaze by Scarlet Flame.

And in that instant, Qin Ming transformed into a gigantic fireball, hurling himself straight at Gan Ning.

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