The Creatures That We Are-Chapter 475: Trump Card

Feigning ignorance, Gao Yang tightened his left fist and maintained an angry expression on his face, shouting, “Xing Kong! I’m gonna kill you!”

Xing Kong continued to taunt him, “Haha, you wanna kill me? You, a useless piece of trash?”

Gao Yang charged at Xing Kong, and Xing Kong met him head-on. Without using any Talent, Gao Yang fought Xing Kong with fists. Both landed punches on the other in their exchanges of blows. After more than ten exchanges, they were still in a stalemate, both having suffered injury.

Xing Kong was patient. To him, getting a draw was winning. After all, he had been fighting without suffering costs. He could match his opponent’s strength perfectly, and in no time, Gao Yang would run out of energy.

Then Gao Yang would be so weak that he could take him out with a single hit. The boy wouldn’t know what had hit him even when facing his death.

“Agh!”

Gao Yang seized the chance to throw a punch at Xing Kong.

The punch wasn’t quick, but it was fierce, making it clear that he had gone all out.

Xing Kong scoffed, quickly concentrating his light golden aura to his left fist—all power he had absorbed from Gao Yang. He would match Gao Yang’s power and get a perfect draw again.

Right before their fists collided...

—Activate Willful Power!

[Constitution: 1 Endurance: 1]

[Strength: 5297 Agility: 1]

[Willpower: 1 Charisma: 1]

[Luck: 813]

Xing Kong sensed the sudden violent surge in Gao Yang’s energy, but it would take at least two seconds for his body to absorb and convert the energy, and that was two seconds he didn’t have.

It was why in every fight, Xing Kong maintained a certain distance and made sure to anger the other before closing in; he was giving his body time to absorb and convert energy.

Boom!

The collision of fists sounded like an explosion.

Xing Kong was flabbergasted. He felt as if his left fist was as fragile as an egg, while Gao Yang’s was as hard as a bombshell.

Splat. The insanely great power tore him apart from his left fist all the way to his left shoulder.

Were time slowed by 30 times, one would see the flesh and bones of his fist break segment by segment before his entire arm became twisted like a braid, making explosive cracking sounds as it twisted. Then finally, his arm broke into countless tiny bones, pieces of flesh, and blood fog, splattering everywhere.

It took less than one second for Xing Kong’s entire left arm and shoulder to vanish. The shockwave threw his tattered body flying like a bullet.

Bam!

He crashed through the midsection of the observatory before flying out of the other side, ending up hanging off a pine tree like a bloodied rag. He looked destroyed, if not dead.

Gao Yang stood where he was and heaved, deactivating Willful Power immediately. He waited for his stats to go back to normal, and for his six senses to recover.

...

Meanwhile, Qing Ling was still locked in a fight with Madam Wu.

After getting thrown off by Gao Yang’s Fire Punch, they continued to exchange dozens of blows. Qing Ling had obviously exhausted much of her stamina. Sensing her chance, Madam Wu grabbed Qing Ling’s blades when Qing Ling made her swings at noticeably slower speed.

With an upward swing, Madam Wu sent Qing Ling flying, forcing her to let go of her weapons. Then she tried to attack Qing Ling while she was midair, only to find that the two blades refused to cooperate.

Madam Wu realized then that the two Black Gold blades were still under Qing Ling’s control. Midair, Qing Ling stomped on Madam Wu’s chest hard.

Madam Wu staggered back. She wouldn’t have fallen down if the blades in her hands hadn’t pushed her backward.

She toppled to the ground head first.

Qing Ling landed gracefully, propelling herself toward Madam Wu with a powerful jump. Madam Wu felt a vibration in her hands. Then the two blades quickly broke out of her grip and flew to Qing Ling’s hands.

With a low growl, Qing Ling put all her power into stabbing Madam Wu in the eyes with the tips of her blades.

Sitting prone on the ground, Madam Wu quickly reached out to grab the incoming blades, clutching onto the tips. The blade aura swept over Madam Wu’s hair with a whoosh, bringing up a wave of dust along the ground.

“Aghhhh!”

Veins popped out from Qing Ling’s forehead. She put everything into pushing the blades down, and Madam Wu did her best to stop the blades from piercing her eyes.

They reached a stalemate. The tips of the blades were still a little away from Madam Wu’s eyes, neither budging nor advancing.

Qing Ling’s lips curled into a sneer. It was a distraction.

Swoosh, swoosh.

The Black Gold darts that had been in wait stabbed into Madam Wu’s eyes precisely.

“No!!”

Stunned, Madam Wu quickly closed her eyes, shaking her head in an attempt to shake off the Black Gold darts.

She knew very well that although her eyes had been replaced with Black Gold ones, there were no Black Gold bones acting as shields underneath, but only fragile synthetic tissues. The Black Gold eyes weren’t enough to fill the eye sockets wholly.

If the Black Gold darts pushed a little further in, they would go through the eyes and damage the neurons of her brain. Then she would die for certain.

Qing Ling had already exhausted her power to pin Madam Wu’s hands to the ground, and she had to manipulate her blades with Metal as support in order to match Madam Wu’s raw force.

At this moment, Qing Ling had very little power to spare for the Black Gold darts, and Madam Wu was struggling and turning her head. It was difficult to push into the eye sockets with precision.

With Qing Ling’s finesse in controlling her Black Gold darts, though, it was only a matter of time before she would succeed, and the victor would be decided in a few seconds.

She was going to win.

But then all of a sudden, her chest tightened, followed by an indescribable sense of disgust. Her strength quickly drained from her body.

Qing Ling threw up a mouthful of blood onto Madam Wu’s chest, viscous and dark with black blood clots.

“Finally!”

Madam Wu knew she had dodged a bullet. The long swords in her hands had lost their power, and the Black Gold darts in her eyeballs were no longer under Qing Ling’s control.

With a swift move, Madam Wu pushed the blades to the sides and made a strong kick in Qing Ling’s lower abdomen.

Qing Ling flew away.

“Qing Ling!”

Gao Yang had just dealt with Xing Kong and recovered his stats, only to turn around and see Madam Wu kicking Qing Ling into the air.

Qing Ling flew seven to eight meters away before landing and rolling, stopping near Gao Yang's unconscious father.

Gao Yang teleported to her side, about to help her up, but then a sharp pain hit his chest, and he threw up a mouthful of thick black blood clots involuntarily.

He lost all the strength in him, dropping to his knees beside Qing Ling.

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