On a high-rise building in the old city district, Wen Yu, who had been thrown up there, ignored her injuries.
She stared in shock at the billowing dust in the distance. “Can we really win this?”
When they had clashed during the Ghoul incident, she had thought the Liu family was only slightly stronger than them. Now she realized it wasn't just a slight difference—they weren't even on the same level.
Sometime without her realizing, Liu Qi had smeared a red liquid made from crushed Night Slave eyes onto her clothes.
This liquid had only one purpose: to attract Night Slaves, Specters, and Evil Spirits.
During the fight just now, Liu Qi hadn't killed her only because he wanted to use her to distract Xu Mo and gain the upper hand. It didn't mean he actually intended to let anyone from the Special Bureau go.
As Wen Yu watched the battle in the distance, she suddenly sensed a burst of frigid energy behind her.
Her expression instantly changed. This energy fluctuation... it's an Evil Spirit!
She spun around and ran toward the central stairwell. As a perception-type, she could barely handle low-level supernatural beings, but she had absolutely no way of dealing with an Evil Spirit.
Wen Yu quickly reached the door and yanked open the locked iron gate.
Just as the gate swung open, a two-meter-tall, headless Evil Spirit wearing a blood-red dress appeared.
It cradled a woman's head in its hands. The head stared straight at Wen Yu with a greedy expression. “What a delicious meal...”
Wen Yu instinctively took a step back. The next moment, her own hands stopped listening to her, suddenly reaching up to grab her own head.
“No...” Despair filled Wen Yu's eyes as she felt a slight stinging pain in her neck.
She had actually ripped her own head off. The wound on her neck was perfectly smooth. As her eyes lost focus, she held her head in front of her stomach with both hands, just like the red-dressed Evil Spirit.
On a street several kilometers away, Chu Jizhen watched the dust billowing into the sky in the distance, his expression shifting slightly. “Who on earth is fighting over there?”
After a brief hesitation, black hands emerged beneath his feet, carrying him rapidly toward the scene.
Pfft!
Having been beaten into another district of the city, Xu Mo spat out blood, his arms broken at grotesque angles.
This is bad. His attack speed is far beyond my regeneration rate. If this keeps up, I really will be beaten to death, Xu Mo thought rapidly.
Although he grew stronger by taking beatings, this was the first time he had encountered an opponent whose power grew faster than he could adapt.
Bang!
A fist slammed heavily into Xu Mo's abdomen, leaving a deep crater and rupturing his internal organs. Enduring the agonizing pain, Xu Mo seized an opportunity and drove both legs hard into the ground.
Rumble!
The moment his legs sank into the concrete, the powerful impact dragged him back over a thousand meters before he finally ground to a halt, leaving two half-meter-deep trenches in the asphalt.
Across from him, Liu Qi's figure blurred with afterimages. He looked down at his fists, which were covered in blood—both Xu Mo's and his own.
His physical body and regeneration are terrifying. Just what is this kid's ability? Liu Qi thought grimly, staring at Xu Mo. The young man was beaten beyond recognition, with a section of his skull caved in.
Any ordinary being would have died long ago from such injuries, yet Xu Mo was still breathing.
“Haa... haa... haa!” Taking advantage of the single second Liu Qi paused, Xu Mo gasped for air, desperately absorbing the surrounding energy to heal himself.
Liu Qi didn't care about Xu Mo's regeneration. A smirk played on his lips as he said coldly, “Xu Mo, you really are as tough to kill as a cockroach. I thought one combo would finish you off. It seems if I don't get serious, I might actually get dragged down by a piece of trash like you!”
Reaching behind his back, he drew a pair of silver punch daggers. The weapons were compact, with the handles gripped inside his fists, and thin, razor-sharp blades protruding over ten centimeters from the gaps between his clenched fingers.
The blades carried a faint energy fluctuation. They were made from a special alloy mixed with the bones and blood of Specters, supplied by a faction in Fengcheng.
Watching Liu Qi put on the punch daggers from a distance, Xu Mo's face twitched. This is bad. If I get stabbed a thousand times in a second by those things, I'll die no matter how good my regeneration is!
Yet he had no way to counter Liu Qi. To the two of them, the surrounding buildings were as fragile as paper.
At the end of the street, Chu Jizhen stood behind a corner, watching Liu Qi with a grim expression. Xu Mo is completely outmatched. At this rate, it's only a matter of time before he's beaten to death.
Diyan, are you confident you can deal with that guy? Chu Jizhen asked in his mind.
A low voice echoed in his mind: He's too fast; I can't keep up. Of course, if you sacrifice that newly acquired Specter kidney to me, I can save that red guy.
Hearing this, Chu Jizhen subconsciously touched his lower back. Beneath his clothes, a faint scar was visible. He had transplanted the Specter kidney he obtained earlier into his body. It was only because of his three-kidney state that he had been able to easily kill Cao Liang.
Damn it, fine! As long as I save Xu Mo, I can just go back and ask the Chief for a couple more kidneys! Chu Jizhen gritted his teeth.
Diyan immediately extracted the third kidney from his body. Chu Jizhen's face paled at a visible rate, and his legs began to wobble.
In the distance.
Whoosh!
An afterimage of Liu Qi instantly materialized in front of Xu Mo as his hands slammed viciously toward Xu Mo's head.
Pfft! Pfft!*
In just a single second, hundreds of punches struck the exact same spot on Xu Mo's arm. The punch daggers tore into his flesh and bit deep into his bones.
Crack!
Within that second, Xu Mo's left forearm was severed by the relentless stabbing.
“Argh!!!” A muffled scream of agony escaped Xu Mo's throat.
Planting his feet firmly into the concrete to withstand the recoil, he swung his partially severed arm in a counterattack.
But the difference in their speeds was simply too vast. Just as he swung his left arm...
Pfft! Pfft!*
His neck was instantly struck by nearly a hundred punches, tearing open the flesh on one side.
“It's over, you trash!” A cruel grin spread across Liu Qi's face as he threw a full-power punch with his left hand, aiming directly at the remaining side of Xu Mo's neck.
Crack!
The punch dagger on his left hand sheared through most of the flesh, bone, and blood vessels before snapping off inside Xu Mo's neck.
Thud!
With less than a centimeter of flesh keeping his head attached, Xu Mo's head slumped limply to the side.
His body lost all control and collapsed heavily onto the ground.
“Phew!” Liu Qi let out a long breath. Maintaining his maximum speed drained his energy at a terrifying rate every second.
What a monster. If he were given a bit more time to grow, surpassing me would have been a matter of time, Liu Qi thought as he walked over, preparing to crush Xu Mo's head under his heel.
Crack!
The sky above him suddenly darkened as a massive black hand reached down to grab him.
At the same time, four more massive black hands manifested around him. Behind each hand, even more hands emerged, seemingly without end.
“Infinite Kidney Hands!” a low voice echoed through the air.
Liu Qi raised an eyebrow. “Another one seeking death?”
This time, the hands were several times faster than what he had seen previously. Moreover, they carried a peculiar energy fluctuation that gave Liu Qi a sudden, ominous feeling.
His body instantly vanished, reappearing dozens of meters away.
Bang!
The moment the black hands slammed into each other...
...another black hand erupted from the ground, grabbed Xu Mo's body, and plunged back into the earth, vanishing instantly.
Seeing this, Liu Qi narrowed his eyes and quickly scanned the area, but he couldn't find any trace of Chu Jizhen.
“Did they escape?” Liu Qi clenched his fists.
When dealing with a formidable opponent, he didn't consider them truly dead unless their body was completely pulverized.
Several kilometers away, in a secluded basement.
Two black hands emerged from the ground and opened up, revealing Chu Jizhen and the prone figure of Xu Mo.
“Xu Mo, Xu Mo, are you dead yet?” Chu Jizhen asked, looking at Xu Mo, whose head was barely attached by a single thread of flesh.
“Not... yet... give... me... a... moment...” Xu Mo's weak, slurred voice mumbled.
His ability to automatically absorb surrounding energy was the only thing keeping him alive.
Hearing this, Chu Jizhen watched him quietly.
He watched as the flesh on Xu Mo's neck began to grow back bit by bit out of thin air. A white liquid oozed from the base of his skull, solidifying into cervical vertebrae.
At this rate, it'll take him at least an hour to fully recover. But this is just terrifying. Even a Specter would be dead as a doornail from an injury like this, Chu Jizhen thought, looking at Xu Mo with a hint of envy.
If he possessed a heaven-defying ability like Xu Mo's, he could just offer up all his kidneys to his contracted Evil Spirit without a care.
“This place is sealed off, and there are no Evil Spirits or Specters around. Take your time to recover. The situation outside is critical, so I'm heading back out first,” Chu Jizhen told Xu Mo.
With that, he vanished on the spot.
Inside the crimson space, the red light surrounding Xu Mo fluctuated slightly as he absorbed the energy of the Eye of Blood.
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