My Arms Can Turn into Blades-Chapter 86 - 79: Answer Me (2/5)
"...you bastard!!!"
Feng Zhen stared at Chen Lusi standing in front of him in a daze for a long time until the burning sensation on his cheek snapped him back to reality.
In an instant,
his face twisted like an evil ghost, raising his hand once more.
The raging spiritual power burst forth immediately.
A larger-scale ’boom’ was triggered.
Chen Lusi saw the spirit spiraling in his palm, and suddenly lifted his right hand, pushing it forward.
As if drawing a curtain.
The surrounding spirits surged toward Feng Zhen’s soon-to-form technique.
Disorganized and violent spirits roamed around.
Directly scattering Feng Zhen’s almost-formed technique into pieces.
"!!!"
Feng Zhen’s eyes widened, he glanced at his unresponsive hand, then slightly tilted his head, looking at the expressionless Chen Lusi.
Chen Lusi directly kicked him in the head!
Thud—
Feng Zhen fell to the ground again, his head slammed hard against the concrete surface, with light blue blood oozing out.
He was in a daze, unable to react.
The next second.
Chen Lusi lifted his right leg high, stamped on Feng Zhen’s head, then pressed it down, grinding forcefully from above, saying:
"Answer me."
"...Mirror Ghost! Mirror Ghost!!!"
Feng Zhen felt the intense pain on his cheek, like an exploding barrel, screaming and roaring hysterically, losing all sense of reason.
The Mirror Ghost finally responded, disappearing from the spot.
In the next instant,
the glass of countless car windows shattered and all flew toward Chen Lusi.
Chen Lusi sidestepped to evade the dense fragments of glass.
Seizing the opening, Feng Zhen rolled to the side, his spirit burst out instantly, and he pulled away, struggling to stand up.
He gently touched his blood-stained cheek, then ran his fingers through his blood-drenched hair, finally looking at Chen Lusi, suddenly laughing.
"Hahaha... You useless pig relying on external objects!"
"Let’s see how many times your Ancient Object can work!"
"I want to kill you! I want to dig out your heart! Then force that sow over there to eat it!! I want to kill you all—I want to kill all of you!!"
The more Feng Zhen spoke, the more manic he became, his smile twisting further.
He was truly enraged!
Chen Lusi, hearing this, remained unresponsive, just taking a deep breath and continued walking toward Feng Zhen.
Witnessing this, Feng Zhen displayed a cruel expression, spreading his legs, putting himself into a horse stance, and clapped his hands together fiercely.
"Boom!!!"
He condensed one-fifth of his entire spirit between his hands, roaring, and triggered his signature technique once again.
But...
There was no sound.
No explosion.
Nothing happened.
This time, Chen Lusi didn’t even lift a hand, directly manipulating the surrounding spirits to dismantle the technique.
He had become very proficient.
His promotion expanded his control range, and the experience from half an hour ago granted him fine control.
He continued advancing toward Feng Zhen, passing by the little girl.
He didn’t even glance at her but kept going.
The little girl took one look at Chen Lusi’s profile, then cautiously stepped aside, voluntarily clearing the way.
"Why can’t I release my Authority! What goddamn Ancient Object is this! What on earth did you do!!!"
Feng Zhen found that even after drawing one-fifth of his internal spirit, he couldn’t trigger the technique, completely deranged, furiously questioning.
Chen Lusi’s azure eyes watched him, saying nothing, continuing his calm, steady pace.
Crunch.
Chen Lusi suddenly stepped on a piece of glass.
Then the next second.
The glass fragments, which just flew over, now scattered on the ground, suddenly extended numerous arms.
Those arms grasped Chen Lusi’s leg tightly.
Chen Lusi staggered forward.
"Feng Zhen!!!" the Mirror Ghost immediately shouted.
Feng Zhen snapped back, settling into a horse stance, clapping his hands again, and once more drawing his internal spirit.
Lying on the ground, Chen Lusi slightly raised his head.
Still, nothing happened.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!"
"What the hell is this thing!!!!!!!"
Feng Zhen found that his technique still wouldn’t manifest, frantically scratching at his own hair like a madman.
He was indeed almost insane!
What on earth was happening!
Chen Lusi temporarily withdrew his gaze, looking back at the arms gripping his calf.
Those hands seemed to notice Chen Lusi’s gaze, trembling slightly, and instinctively gripped his calf even tighter.
Chen Lusi slightly turned, using force with his waist, and suddenly kicked forward with his right leg.
Meanwhile.
The Slashing Authority was deployed.
His pant leg instantly ripped down the middle, flesh twisted, and a thin, sharp blade gleamed with a deep, cold light in the sunlight.
A flash of cold.
Dozens of arms made of flesh and blood flew up.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!"
The Mirror Ghost howled in agony, and the other arms immediately released their grip on Chen Lusi’s leg.
He also had the same thought.
What the hell is this thing!!!
Chen Lusi noticed his hand had disappeared, slowly stood up from the ground, gently patted the dust off his body, and continued walking toward Feng Zhen.
His shoe soles scraped against the Mirror Ghost’s arm, making a teeth-grating sound.
Feng Zhen shivered violently and finally reacted, looking toward Chen Lusi and raising his hand once more.
"Boom!"
"Boom!!"
"Boom!!! Die!!!"
"Just die already!!!!"
He tried again and again.
But the Authority Technique that had just been a devastating force didn’t activate even once.
Feng Zhen went from initial rage to madness, and now, only frustration was left.
He didn’t understand.
What kind of Ancient Object could do something like this?
He didn’t understand.
Why were his signature Techniques unable to activate, not even once?
He didn’t understand.
Why a bleeding, swine-like, worthless creature still wasn’t dead in his presence.
He didn’t understand!
"Why won’t you just die!!!"
Feng Zhen thought about this, extending his hand to activate his Authority again, angrily roaring with frustration.
The Technique still didn’t take effect.
And suddenly, a shadow appeared before him, blocking the sunlight.
Feng Zhen slowly looked up, only to find that Chen Lusi had already walked up to him.
"..."
Feng Zhen looked at Chen Lusi’s expressionless face, engulfed by enormous fear in an instant.
His calves began trembling, followed by his hands, then his lips, and then... even his teeth started chattering.
"...Who are you!? What the hell are you!?"
In extreme fear.
Feng Zhen finally lost interest in his invincible-level Techniques, resorting to unskilled Body Technique, and directly swung his fist, a fortified punch heading straight for Chen Lusi.
Chen Lusi sidestepped nonchalantly, dodging his fist while opening his left hand.
Gathering.
A Spirit Ball instantly took shape.
Chen Lusi sidestepped and then pushed his palm violently toward Feng Zhen’s abdomen.
"Urgh—"
Feng Zhen abruptly bent over, spewing a large glob of sticky saliva. Before the pain in his stomach could register, the forcibly implanted Spirit burst first.
A rampaging Spirit began rampaging chaotically within him.
Agonizing pain surged through.
Feng Zhen clutched his abdomen and slowly knelt to the ground.
But before his knees could touch the ground, a large hand suddenly appeared, gripping his neck firmly, lifting him instead.
"Ugh—"
Feng Zhen felt an intense sense of suffocation, immediately struggling.
But without the ability to summon the Spirit within him, he was no stronger than an ordinary person.
Chen Lusi’s hand gripping his neck was unwavering, gently raising him.
"Do you think having power means you can be superior?"
"Swine? Bastard?"
"Now that you have none, try cursing again?"
Chen Lusi’s grip on Feng Zhen’s neck tightened slowly, looking at Feng Zhen’s turning purple face, speaking softly.
Feng Zhen felt an increasingly strong sense of suffocation, struggling more violently, his feet kicking furiously midair.
Chen Lusi watched him calmly and raised his other hand slightly.
The flesh twisted.
A thin blade suddenly appeared.
Feng Zhen saw this scene, realized something, stopped struggling immediately, and opened his eyes wide.
But before he could react.
"Wham—"
Chen Lusi swung his left hand upward.
His entire left arm flew off.
Masses of blue blood gushed out, splattering onto Chen Lusi’s face.
Feng Zhen opened his mouth wide, like a drowning fish, his eyeballs almost bulging out.
The next second.
Snot and tears instantly covered his entire face.
The pain rendered him mute.
He convulsed violently, twitching madly, pants slowly staining with yellow patches.
"..."
The distant Mirror Ghost witnessed this scene and fell back on its rear.
In this instant.
Everything fell silent.
Only Chen Lusi’s voice echoed.
He flicked the blood off the blade, then looked at Feng Zhen, calmly saying:
"Tell me, your desire to become stronger, is it for doing things like this?"
"Survival of the fittest?"
"Those with bigger fists hold the power?"
"Now there’s someone even stronger, what will you do?"
"Answer me! Bastard!"
