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Chapter 330 I want your life!
Chapter 330 I Want Your Life!
"Then, besides successfully completing the mission, all three of you must be unharmed before I will report you for the 'Combat Elite' rating. If
anyone is injured during the mission, don't come looking for me to complain."
The three continued to understand.
Chen Qiushui finally said:
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"Alright, go and prepare. Besides equipment, remember to prepare healing items in advance. Don't be stingy; they can save your life in a critical moment."
After approval, he waved his hand and let the three leave.
The Longhu brothers prepared to go to the alchemy room to see what excellent healing items were available. Meng Chuan took his leave and left first.
"Brother Meng, aren't you going?"
"Uh, I've prepared everything. You guys go ahead."
Actually, Meng Chuan hadn't prepared anything; the cheap ones were useless, and the powerful ones were unaffordable.
Leaving aside his abnormal recovery ability, minor injuries can be slowly healed on their own.
If someone could seriously injure him under the buff of 220% liberation and the [Ferocity] ability, he
would be ready for "rebirth and nirvana," with no time to take any pills.
"Alright, Brother Meng, let's go down the mountain together after lunch tomorrow."
"Okay."
The next day.
Meng Chuan got up early, practiced his punches a few times to get a feel for it, and was eager to try.
Feeling that his mental strength had fully recovered, he wanted to go and chat with Qi Shuai again.
After a moment's consideration, he decided against it.
He would be setting out in the afternoon, so he needed to conserve his energy and strength for the battle when he returned! He knew that he should only do things
three times, and then thirty-three times.
He had defined this for himself, and he only had one last chance.
After lunch, Meng Chuan prepared his gear and went down the mountain with the Dragon and Tiger brothers.
Chu Yanhu, who had a large sword slung over his back, saw Meng Chuan coming and asked curiously,
"Brother Chuan, that belt of yours looks pretty cool, what's it for?"
Under his mental perception, the belt covered in black thorns seemed alive, radiating a ferocious and terrifying aura.
It was clearly a powerful piece of equipment, but its purpose was unknown.
Chu Yanhu inexplicably thought of the transformation belts he had seen in anime when he was a child.
Meng Chuan explained,
"Battle armor, a reward given by Principal Sui of the Martial Arts True Lineage."
"That's great. Our class's top student was Yoga She Yu, and she seemed to have chosen a soft sword."
Chu Yanhu was quite envious.
Meng Chuan smiled and said nothing.
Chu Yanlong urged his brother,
"You've been curious all day. Let's go, let's go down the mountain."
It was 2 PM, an hour early from the agreed time.
Yong'an Police Station Operations Department.
"Little Meng, long time no see."
"Wow, you've gotten even stronger. A martial artist now, really impressive!"
"Take care of us tonight, Captain Meng. The brothers want to go with you again!"
Meng Chuan smiled and responded to Chen Dalu, Yang Lan, and the others.
They were all his teammates from the last underground casino mission.
Many familiar faces from the police station came over to greet him.
Chu Yanlong was surprised to see this; he had assumed that Meng Chuan's cultivation speed was so fast that he wouldn't have time for missions.
Unexpectedly, he seemed perfectly at ease at the police station.
The Longhu brothers went to the equipment department to borrow armor.
Meng Chuan went to the intelligent control department, greeted his uncle, and waited briefly in the strategy room.
A moment later, a large shadow loomed in from outside.
Before he appeared, his voice was heard.
"Hahaha, Little Meng, right? You're here early."
Immediately afterward, a burly man, no less imposing than himself, strode in. Meng Chuan stood up and shook his hand:
"Hello, Brother Han, nice to meet you."
Chief Long had already greeted him; this was the newly joined action captain after Captain Liu's sacrifice, and also his fellow disciple.
The second disciple of Huo Sanjiang, the first grandmaster of the United Nations headquarters.
The second major deadline, [Xuan Shui Yuan · Han Qu].
"Alright, sit down and let's talk, Xiao Meng. Once your two teammates arrive, I'll explain the specific details of the mission."
"Understood."
A moment later, the Long Hu brothers approached carrying a large box.
Meng Chuan immediately recognized it as the model he had worn before.
The three sat in a row, and Han Qu turned on the projection screen in the strategy room to introduce the operation.
"For this mission, your team of three will assist.
The police station will be in charge of the main part. I trust the quality of our United University students and wish the mission a complete success, wiping out their hideout!"
Chu Yanhu was about to applaud when Meng Chuan spoke up:
"Team Leader Han, may I ask, what changes have been made in the methods of demonic martial artists who have undergone four or more ascensions compared to those who have undergone three or fewer?"
The demonic arts that the Summoning Demon Palace mainly cultivates, combined with the "miracles" bestowed by the Demon Lord behind him
, form the path of cultivation known as "Ascension."
Four ascensions are the first major hurdle in the demonic path.
This signifies that they have become "higher-ranking" figures within the demonic path, holding a position equivalent to a martial artist.
Meng Chuan had never encountered such a demonic master before, so asking in advance was a good idea to have a strategy.
Han Qu smiled and said,
"We're all from the United University, so you can just call me senior brother. But Meng, you asked a good question; I was just about to give you some advice anyway.
The so-called sublimation system of the demonic path, the four sublimations, is fundamentally different from those below it, called 'half-demonic body transformation.'
This is the mark of their power, and also the root of their 'price' for growth.
As their strength increases, the price and the side effects of increasing strength become more and more obvious, until they are completely demonized."
Meng Chuan nodded thoughtfully. He had previously fought many Summoning Demon Hall warriors when he was a martial artist.
When they were on the verge of death, they almost always used a "transformation" technique,
attempting to take everyone down with them. Not only did their appearance change drastically, but they also gained some Heavenly Demon abilities.
It seems that after the four sublimations, this technique becomes permanent.
"Various strange physical enhancements, and bizarre mental attacks—they're definitely no match for us martial artists in a head-on confrontation, but they also have plenty of unorthodox methods.
The three of you must be careful during the fight; one wrong move and you'll fall into their trap."
The three were essentially his juniors, and Han Qu, usually silent, said quite a bit.
"Alright, the three of you should rest now and recharge.
We'll let you know when the operation begins. The sheriff is on-site making security and covert arrangements; we'll move out once he gives the order." "
Okay, understood."
Han Qu had other things to attend to and left first.
Just as he turned the doorknob, he suddenly remembered something, turned back, and smiled:
"Xiao Meng, my daughter is a fan of your matches. After the mission, could you sign her boxing stance and photos for me? I brought them all." "
No problem."
Hearing this, Chu Yanhu's eyes were practically incredulous.
Wasn't he supposed to attract male fans through excessive fitness? He's trained like this and still has female fans?
In the southwest suburbs of Yong'an, at Hao Hui Building Materials Processing Plant,
"Lin Yue" was sitting in the deputy general manager's office, smacking his lips.
While savoring the experience and digesting the nutrients it had just acquired,
its mycelium spread throughout the factory's underground perimeter, already detecting the surrounding area—
the faint sound of tires rolling over gravel, interspersed with the crackling of walkie-talkies.
Within a hundred meters of the factory gate, everything appeared calm, but many passing vehicles carried individuals with the so-called "martial arts" skills.
"Tsk, looks like this place has really been exposed."
The so-called police had probably "smelled the scent," and it seemed this place was no longer safe.
"Sigh~"
"Lin Yue" stood up and stretched, its figure disappearing into the shadows like a ghost.
Transforming into a dark green streak, it traversed the underground world along the mycelium.
The entire process was light and silent, and in no time it was a kilometer away from the factory.
A hot breeze swept by, the shadows of the trees swayed, and no one noticed its departure.
It glanced back at the distant factory, offered a feigned prayer for its "comrades," and then turned and left.
The disastrous defeat at Mount Li was still vivid in its mind; now it was imperative to uphold the principle of "survival of the fittest."
The police were after the new stronghold of the Summoning Hall, not specifically looking for it.
An undeserved disaster, best avoided.
Move to another city and continue sucking blood from the whispering mountain.
The only problem is the identity of "Lin Yue" has to be abandoned; after tonight's police operation, this skin will be a rat everyone wants to kill.
"What should I try this time? These so-called human geniuses seem quite popular."
It has already tasted the sweetness of being a genius and naturally doesn't want to give it up.
Just then, a thought struck it.
The colorless, invisible, transparent mycelium scattered in the air gave it feedback that someone was approaching.
Qi Mu immediately felt the aura was familiar, and after sorting through the memories left by this skin,
a strange smile appeared on its lips .
It seems an "old acquaintance" has arrived.
"Perfect timing, I'm in need of a new skin, hehehehe."
With nothing to do in the strategy room, Meng Chuan stood at his post for a while before preparing to scout the area near the building materials factory.
This was a good habit he had developed after several missions.
Always leave yourself an escape route, just in case.
Southwest suburbs.
Less than a kilometer from the police station's perimeter, Meng Chuan spotted the factory in the distance.
[Uncle Long, I'll just wander around nearby, I won't disturb your deployment.]
[Okay, come on over.]
[Okay, I'm hanging up now. My teammates are with Captain Han, I'm on standby.]
Meng Chuan had already informed Chief Long and was about to approach the perimeter.
A familiar aura wafted through the wind, his mind suddenly stirred, and his expression became extremely strange!
He then realized it was the invisible mycelium swirling around him!
Traces of air flowed from his crotch as Meng Chuan quickly approached the only "old acquaintance" who recognized his disguise.
Since that night at Lishan, he had missed him terribly.
"Lin Yue, why are you here alone? Everyone at Yan Hua thought you were missing."
In the distance, "Lin Yue" was startled, not expecting Meng Chuan to have spotted him first.
Recalling the past, this kid was actually a genius with even greater talent than Lin Yue. He'd
already broken through to the Martial Arts Master level, so it was perfectly normal for him to realize this.
Its mind raced, and mimicking Lin Yue's original appearance, it sneered,
"None of your business."
It harbored an old grudge against this body, and Qi Mu was preparing to provoke Meng Chuan into attacking.
Seeing Meng Chuan approach just as it had anticipated, Qi Mu chuckled inwardly:
"This kid has no idea that Lin Yue is no longer himself.
A little closer, and this new body will be mine!"
The thought of wearing Meng Chuan's skin, then attacking the mountains and whispering its claws, filled it with increasing pleasure!
"Hehehe, closer! Closer! Almost there!"
Meng Chuan laughed inwardly as well. The Thousand Faces and Thousand Eyes were truly effective!
This idiot, he really didn't recognize him as the [Ancient True Man] from that night!
A hundred steps, ten steps, as Meng Chuan drew closer, "Lin Yue's" lips slowly began to smirk uncontrollably.
Meng Chuan said calmly,
"Your disappearance has implicated me, shouldn't you give me some compensation?"
"Lin Yue" retorted sarcastically,
"What does it have to do with me? But what compensation do you want?"
Before the words were even finished, accompanied by a violent "whoosh" of acceleration, "Lin Yue's" pupils widened!
A gigantic arm, suddenly expanding several times its original size, its pointed fist blades bursting with energy, instantly slammed onto its shoulder.
Meng Chuan smiled, a mocking tone mixed in with the explosive force:
"I want your life."
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Chapter 331 Slaying! Closing his eyes! Refining with a single palm!
Chapter 331 Slaying! Closing Eyes! Refining with a Single Palm!
"My...life?"
"Lin Yue" retreated rapidly, its heart trembling!
It hadn't expected Meng Chuan to attack so suddenly without warning. This
young man had no martial ethics!
"What kind of grudge do these two have?"
Qi Mu, wearing Lin Yue's skin, was annoyed, but it didn't have time to think.
Before it could finish speaking, a sharp blade was already hooked around its neck.
Meng Chuan's attack was unreasonable, and his speed was terrifying!
Unable to dodge, and unable to withstand the attack, what could it do?
Tear—!
In that instant, half of "Lin Yue's" body suddenly twisted and became terrifying. Its
entire upper body, like wrinkled tree bark, puffed up and grew in the wind, transforming into a colossal creature.
Its huge mouth peered down, determined to exchange injury for injury with its opponent.
Immediately afterward, a strange demonic force field was fully activated on its body.
It spread out in rings, layer upon layer, all the way down to the lower body.
Like a suit of green-to-black demonic flames covering its entire body, the great demon was beginning to reveal its nascent form!
"If I can withstand this, I can devour you whole and take your skin!"
"Lin Yue" grinned sinisterly, its blood-dripping mouth suddenly opening and closing, like a dark abyss.
A slight suction force emanated from its mouth, but unexpectedly—
BOOM!
The five fingers, encased in fist blades, clenched together, slamming down like a siege weapon.
"Lin Yue's" eyes bulged, its mouth and nose turning crimson.
This Meng Chuan possessed such immense strength, no less than that of the [Ancient True Man] that day.
No, even stronger!
Meng Chuan was now approaching the Three Apertures Transformation stage, its blood and qi far stronger than before.
The moment of contact, its once powerful demonic body and force field crumbled like clay.
"Another monster." Even
as a Heavenly Demon, it felt fear at this moment.
The instant its shoulder and neck shattered, a chilling coldness surged from the wound, suddenly penetrating its brain, the very organ protecting its true spirit. A
bone-deep pain spread from top to bottom, coursing throughout its body.
Its gaping maw couldn't help but shriek; the pain originating from its brain made it want to smash its head open, let alone bite down.
A
slight cracking sound rang out as the entire "demon's" body, slammed into the ground more than ten inches deep by the weight of the blow from its shoulder.
Large, spiderweb-like cracks appeared in the ground, extending inch by inch around "Lin Yue's" body.
With just this one attack, it knew its chances of victory were slim.
A solid-type demon, like a human, possessed both a soul and a body.
In that instant, both were struck a double blow!
But it also had a backup plan; the invisible mycelium covering it suddenly erupted.
Some transformed into venomous snakes, coiling around Meng Chuan's legs.
Many more intertwined, gradually revealing a dark green glow as they gathered.
Three beams of eerie light aimed directly at Meng Chuan's throat, heart, and dantian below his navel!
The tip glowed with demonic light as Lin Yue roared, pouring all his demonic energy into the mycelium.
This caused the tip to bloom into a bizarre cloud of spores, which, once inhaled, would corrode the nerves and pollute the mind.
In that instant, the demonic energy in the air also condensed into a high wall.
The bushes on either side, under its pollution, had long since withered and turned to dust.
Even the concrete road couldn't withstand it, large patches eroded, blackened, and crumbled, forming honeycomb-like pits.
A few eerie lights mingled with the rolling demonic cloud, already closing in on Meng Chuan's face!
At this moment, Qi Mu, in his desperate state, abandoned his defensive tactics and displayed some of the strength of the "Lord of the Demon Nest."
His demonic energy was like a raging torrent, encompassing everything in front of him, above and below.
Even martial artists with true qi had to avoid its edge at this moment. Those
who couldn't achieve "qi permeating the whole body" would be completely swallowed by this terrifying, bone-devouring demonic energy.
Utterly terrifying!
Even from a distance, Meng Chuan felt goosebumps rise all over his body just watching.
It seems that he had some concerns on the mountain that day and dared not act recklessly.
Today, he was determined to fight to the death.
"You think you can turn the tide?"
Meng Chuan wasn't a mindless brute who only knew how to charge into battle.
He had been watching the invisible, thread-like objects nearby, and seeing this, he used them to spin around.
His martial will clung to his waist, instantly merging with [Ferocity].
A black aura instantly spread across his entire body, condensing into a thorny armor on his skin.
The armor writhed like a living thing, barbs protruding from the joints, while the shoulder armor transformed into reverse blades, emitting murky steam.
Then, his retreating figure in mid-air seemed to defy gravity, suddenly arching back and shooting straight at the Heavenly Demon.
There was no overwhelming force, nor was the technique particularly exquisite.
Only the terrifying physical strength amplified by Ferocity, and the top-tier speed that produced a sonic boom!
The demonic energy in front of him almost solidified, a horrifying sight of hell descending.
Meng Chuan was not afraid at all; he raised both hands, reverse blades, in front of him.
Trusting its own body, trusting its ferocious defenses, it charged bravely towards the source of the demonic energy.
*Sizzle!
* A long, thin sound rang out as a tear appeared in the massive network of demonic energy.
"Seeking death?"
Deep within the demonic energy, Qi Mu was slightly startled, then grinned maliciously.
Drawn by the mycelium, the demonic energy transformed into a massive, dark green claw that surged forth.
A mournful cry of disintegration filled the air, overwhelming like a tidal wave, about to crush the tiny insect before it into nothingness.
*Sizzle!*
Suddenly, Qi Mu realized something was wrong. Why couldn't the demonic energy harm it in the slightest?
Through the rolling waves of demonic energy, it saw a nearly six-meter-tall, monstrous figure clad in ferocious, spiked armor, staring directly at it.
There was no fear in its eyes, only a calm, cold indifference like a deep, icy pool.
At that moment, Qi Mu felt a chill run down its spine!
"Your true spirit is mine now."
Qi Mu's expression changed drastically. Before it could even process what it was seeing, the terrifying scene made it instinctively want to flee.
Concealed by demonic energy, a wisp of light—a hundred times darker, a sharp, dark black mixed with purple—emerged.
Everything went black before its eyes. The dark light descended with a massive hand, like a thunderbolt striking from the top of its head to its toes, the sound of bones and muscles shattering all at once. Its
head felt light, as if something had been plucked away.
Its mind surged with intense, almost tangible, resentment!
"I hate it!!! This bastard is actually!!!"
the [Ancient True Person] from that night.
At this moment, Qi Mu saw the burgeoning demonic energy, and with hatred in its eyes, it had no choice but to close its eyes.
Boom—!!!
The explosion of the shattering demonic body was deafening, mixed with a spray of dark green, pus-like fluid.
The once mighty demon, now like a flower petal falling in the wind, disintegrated inch by inch.
With the landing of Meng Chuan's attack, the ground within a radius of nearly a hundred feet, centered on the clash, instantly collapsed.
Countless fragments of cement, mixed with dirt and dust, were then hurled into the air, exploding and spreading in circular ripples.
The opportunity was fleeting. Meng Chuan hadn't initially intended to risk using his demonic energy.
However, sensing an opening, he analyzed the impenetrable environment concealed by demonic energy.
Without hesitation, he switched his inner energy for a fatal blow!
The demonic energy gradually dissipated, and a commotion seemed to rise from the direction of the building materials factory in the distance.
Meng Chuan thought for a moment, then unleashed a burst of fiery energy from his palm, covering the mangled demonic body and completely obliterating it.
Boom—!
The inner fire spread like a tide, the exploding ring-shaped fire dragons, head to tail, dispelling the demonic energy and engulfing the scattered corpses.
Meng Chuan carefully stored the powerful Heavenly Demon Core and casually fed it to the hungry dragon demon.
His feet hissed sharply as he rushed towards the distant building materials factory.
Although he knew this thing was valuable, since it could convert essence and enhance strength, Meng Chuan naturally prioritized his own survival.
A moment later, after the dust had completely settled, the police officers responsible for perimeter control arrived with a few men.
The demonic warriors inside the building materials factory had already sensed the battle the moment it began, so the police had to act in advance.
The officers, after observing the scene, gasped in shock.
This scene was akin to a natural disaster, a thunderbolt striking the hearts of the warriors.
The power of the human body was terrifying!
The ground was cracked and sunken, revealing only charred remains amidst the ruins.
Only the detection equipment, its demonic energy concentration off the charts, silently testified to what had transpired here.
"A high-ranking Heavenly Demon... just died here like that?"
Around the ruins, several police officers paled.
After a long silence, someone finally remembered
to report to their superiors. A moment later, they checked the surveillance footage from the surrounding area.
A few minutes later, gasps of astonishment rang out.
Amidst the billowing demonic flames, a young face suddenly flashed by.
"[Infinite Fist - Meng Chuan]."
The night was deep, like a dark beast ready to devour its prey.
Meng Chuan rushed towards the building materials factory where the battle had broken out, his thoughts instantly racing through his body. His
Dao Heart reported back that his [Fear] had increased significantly, almost reaching halfway through complete fusion.
This was because his final "Demon Seed True Qi" had, by a twist of fate, been enough to astonish the opponent.
Furthermore, the [God] of this Heavenly Demon was vast enough, providing an equally abundant source of fear.
Lin Yue himself, along with the Great Heavenly Demon who had seen his disguise, were eliminated.
Meng Chuan was in high spirits.
Coming to his senses, the building materials factory came into view.
Amidst the billowing smoke, figures moved about. Meng Chuan took a deep breath and rushed in to "steal monsters."
He quickly entered, first defeating three or fewer "minor monsters" of the Ascension level or lower, frantically collecting Fear.
As for the best way to collect it, Meng Chuan had already figured it out.
He would treat these demonic scum the same way he usually treated ordinary people collecting [God].
"Little Meng is here!"
"God Meng, holy crap! Absolutely awesome!"
The police officers responsible for sealing off the area around the building materials factory exclaimed.
Seeing Meng Chuan arrive clad in ferocious armor, their eyes couldn't help but fill with admiration.
His victory over a high-ranking demon in his first battle had already spread as a resounding triumph.
Within the entire Yong'an Police Station, only Chief Inspector Long Jiu and Captain Han Qu were capable of defeating a high-ranking demon and a level-five ascendant!
His mask parted slightly, revealing a resolute face.
"I'll go in first. Thank you all for your hard work."
Meng Chuan nodded to everyone, then looked at the location sent by Captain Han on his phone, transforming into a taut arrow that shot towards it.
Entering through the main gate, Meng Chuan's divine sense shifted, already sensing the battlefield where the gunfire was most intense.
He took a large step to the right, his figure vanishing in the blink of an eye.
When he reappeared, he was already on an open-air rooftop.
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Chapter 332 Slaughter! Repentance! Three Demon Skulls!
Chapter 332 Slaughter! Repentance! Three Ghost Skulls!
Sensing the police officers firing downwards, and seeing a large number of demonic cultivators gathered inside ,
Meng Chuan briefly hovered in the air, his right arm swinging back with force.
Imitating the [Molten Core Explosion]'s setting sun strike, he plummeted downwards!
The entire roof exploded with a "Boom!" as Meng Chuan's figure burst into
the air. A large shockwave ripped through the air, scattering dust all around.
Although the dust obscured
Meng Chuan's vision,
the aura of several demonic cultivators, under his mental perception, shone brightly like a bright fire in the night.
The group, hiding behind cover, heard the deafening explosion and turned to look at the scene of "heaven collapsing," their faces turning deathly pale!
The powerful, rising sun's overwhelming force swept across the area, blatantly declaring to them:
The martial artists have arrived!
"Aren't the martial artists supposed to be inside, fighting against the priests? How could they be here?!"
These men, driven by an insatiable thirst for power, had ruthlessly turned from ordinary people into demonic warriors, joining the Demon Summoning Hall.
Their fear of the martial artists was immense!
They had originally hoped to escape through the factory's perimeter while the experts clashed inside.
Seeing this, their hearts finally settled—
!
A massive black shadow swept past; Meng Chuan, in his normal state clad in ferocious armor, already nearly two and a half meters tall.
"Please, please let me go! I can change my ways! I want to report this! I want to make a good Samaritan!"
The person on the outermost edge was the first to see the terrifying figure and screamed in agony.
The shadow pressed down, and the others stared in horror at the shadow on the ground, slowly raising their hands.
*Bang!
* Meng Chuan slapped him, and a light drizzle began to fall from the sky.
The rain was red, and the force of the blow drenched the remaining people on their heads.
"Ah!!! I...uh..."
The terror on their faces was almost palpable; they were urinating and defecating uncontrollably. The figure,
its horns gleaming with a sinister light, slowly approached them.
Did it remember the torture it inflicted on ordinary people?
Thump. Thump. Thump!
Quickly.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Their bodies exploded one after another, like whack-a-mole, each one striking the top of the head.
With his current strength, killing those at the third level of ascension or below was no different than swatting flies. They
were just a bit bigger.
Meng Chuan flicked the remaining crimson blood from his palm, staring at the bloodstains splattered on his armor.
The armor, like a ravenous beast, writhed with crimson patterns, greedily devouring the blood.
Every drop of blood was absorbed by the armor.
In an instant, the bloodstains vanished as wisps of black smoke.
The armor returned to its deep, cold, matte color, as if it had never been stained.
"Hmm? It even has a self-cleaning function?"
Principal Sui hadn't mentioned this when he gifted it to him.
Meng Chuan didn't sense any changes after the ferocious beast absorbed the blood; it was just a simple cleansing.
He worried about potential side effects if he probed deeper into the armor.
Meng Chuan paused slightly; now wasn't the time to think about that. He looked up at another battlefield.
"It's...Senior Meng!"
The officers saw the black-armored figure descend from the sky and emerge in less than a few seconds, leaving no trace inside.
The fate of the demonic warriors inside was obvious—completely dead.
The voice attached to the mask was slightly low and muffled:
"They're all taken care of. However, you don't need to go in and make any arrests."
After a pause, Meng Chuan continued expressionlessly:
"They've all been killed by me."
"Understood."
Needless to say, the officers could already smell the strong stench of blood emanating from under the collapsed roof.
Watching Meng Chuan's departing figure, they murmured to themselves:
"I never imagined Senior Meng would be so righteous, leaving not a single one alive!"
Someone disagreed, loudly retorting,
"That's how you deal with these demonic scum! Only by fighting evil with evil and violence with violence can we awaken these inhuman bastards!"
The police station's attitude towards demonic forces has always been one of ruthless eradication, showing no mercy.
But human nature is complex, and some officers have soft hearts.
They feel that arresting and interrogating them might uncover more clues, or even reform some of those who have gone astray.
Such officers are a tiny minority; most people don't accept the term "gone astray."
With their hands stained with the blood of their compatriots, their hearts and minds turned towards the abyss—wanting to surrender and repent in this situation?
Fine, let them die to prove their innocence
. Meng Chuan didn't care about any of this; his heart was completely calm, not blinded by murderous intent.
For him, even without fear, there were only four words: "execute on the spot."
After all, the Great Chu had already enshrined this matter in its laws.
In any mission targeting the demonic path, everything that happens during the mission is entirely handled by the martial artists on site.
Unless specifically mentioned by the mission commander, whether to spare lives is entirely up to the individual.
The power of decision-making, the power of execution, and a series of seemingly unreasonable powers are all
lessons learned in blood during each mission to eliminate demons and protect the righteous path.
"Ah! I was wrong, don't kill me!"
*Splat!
* He crushed another watermelon, feeling the fear in its wake, and Meng Chuan's smile became somewhat sinister.
"Being wrong is useful? Go repent in hell."
His perception now far surpassed that of these second- or third-stage ascendants.
With a thought, all the movements around him were revealed, clearly detected.
Don't hide, Meng Chuan is everywhere outside!
Watching the demonic martial artists scatter and flee, his feet flashed.
With each swing of his arm, a series of "splatter" sounds rang out, sending them to their next lives.
To absorb as much fear as possible, some were set off like fireworks, others had their heads buried in their stomachs—all to intimidate the victims and other villains.
Before the mission, Meng Chuan had already learned about the persecution these scumbags had inflicted on ordinary people and martial artists since the newly established branch.
Therefore, he was ruthless in his actions.
He looked towards the distance, at the ordinary person hiding under a box, and could smell the stench of urine.
A soft murmur reached his ear.
"Don't kill me... Help!"
It was a factory worker, an ordinary person used as cover by the Demon Summoning Hall.
Whether he knew about it but didn't report it, or was kept in the dark by the Demon Summoning Hall, was unknown.
During the mission, Meng Chuan could have chosen to ignore them and kill them all to absorb their fear,
but he didn't.
He had his own principles when he killed, not just for some "need."
Noticing another battle in the distance, Meng Chuan waved to the police officer beside him who was holding a gun.
His voice, like a thin thread, reached his ear.
"There's an ordinary person hiding here, help him out."
With that, he turned and left.
As for how to handle and investigate, that's up to the police.
This place has become a battlefield; human life is cheap, like a candle blown away by the wind.
The gunman watching from afar initially thought Meng Chuan had gone mad with bloodlust.
But he unexpectedly glimpsed a glimmer of humanity still remaining in the man.
"Is this a tiger with a heart that sniffs a rose, or a ruthless hand with a compassionate heart?"
the gunman murmured.
He had seen too many martial artists in society who, once they stepped into the battlefield and were infected by the environment,
became completely insane, even turning on their own comrades.
But Meng Chuan was able to maintain his integrity amidst such frequent killing.
Not only was his strength formidable, but his inner strength was also beyond that of ordinary martial artists.
To be able to control overwhelming killing intent without losing oneself, to possess both strength and gentleness, that is true humanity.
With Meng Chuan's powerful entry into the outer battlefield, the overall situation was settled.
After cooperating with the police to completely control the situation, he lifted his mask to get some fresh air and looked at the sky above the main factory area.
Dark clouds covered the sky!
The deepest part of the black mist was extremely thick, with no visible edge, and faint, chilling howls of apes emanated from it.
"That's the battlefield where Chief Long is."
Seeing this, Meng Chuan suppressed the slight arrogance he had felt after his recent "smashing of weaklings." He
flicked his wrist back with a reverse blade, stretching and relaxing as he moved towards the martial arts battlefield in the main factory area.
Except for the furthest part, the battlefields of the Third Limit and Sixth Ascension cultivators were imperceptible.
Meng Chuan could only sense that Chief Long's aura was growing stronger, and it was only a matter of time before he defeated or killed him.
He sensed the other four areas for a moment.
Directly in front, due to the desperate struggle of the demonic path, the situation had reached a stalemate with the police station.
Now it was up to him to make the final decision!
Meng Chuan looked to his left, a strange feeling crossing his mind. He quickened his pace and charged
in. A sharp, terrifying sound, like the wailing of an infant, faintly came from within, and dense demonic energy spread, enveloping the entire production workshop, making it truly eerie and terrifying. "Where is that bastard hiding?" Chu Yanhu pressed his back against the pipe wall, his dragon-shaped true energy illuminating his unarmed left hand, casting a small ray of light in the darkness. His mind was extremely tense, his whole body as if twisted into a rope. This demonic cultivator couldn't withstand him head-on, so he hid in the shadows and used "magic." His unpredictable methods were endless, and Chu Yanhu was finding it difficult to cope. Thump~ Thump~ "What's that sound!" Chu Yanhu bristled, like a startled bird, unleashing a burst of energy as he struck out with his palm towards the source of the sound. Splat! A bloody human head exploded, splattering all over his face. His goggles blurred, Chu Yanhu reached out to wipe the bloodstains from his military visor. But the instant his hand rose, a whoosh, and a chilling wind swept through! The demonic energy grew increasingly dense, and the venomous voices, indistinguishable between men and women, cut like fine, sharp knives into Chu Yanhu's heart: "Give me back my life! Haven't you killed enough? Next up is your flesh and blood, your soul, all sacrificed!"
Chu Yanhu was no ordinary man, and he wasn't harmed or ravaged by this bizarre mental attack.
He simply solidified his [God] into a tangible form, focusing intently on his surroundings to prevent a sneak attack.
At this moment, the situation on the field had reached a stalemate.
A pair of chilling, sharp claws silently emerged from the black mist, stealthily approaching.
Chu Yanhu's heart skipped a beat, and he sprang to his feet, turning and slashing out with his sword.
He missed; it was another illusion!
Turning again, three grotesque heads, seemingly laughing and crying, seemingly sorrowful and joyful, were connected by a thin, long neck.
The three faces were pressed together, almost at negative distance, pressing against Chu Yanhu's suddenly turned face.
The faces with red lips and white teeth, the extremely eerie expressions, even the bloodstains at the corners of their mouths and eyes were clearly visible—they
were almost kissing!
"Hehehe!"
"Fuck you! Holy crap!!!"
At this moment, Chu Yanhu couldn't take it anymore; he completely lost control.
(End of this chapter)
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