"Who are you really? I've never even seen you before!" Feng Yuhuai shouted, a mix of anger and shock, her voice trembling with lingering fear.

Zheng Hang chuckled, casually stepping back as he picked up a pair of glasses from a pile of scrap and gently placed them back on his nose. Calmly, he thought to himself, "Feng Yuhuai's line here isn't quite right. In post-production, it should be edited to... what could it be?"

As he pondered, his eyes narrowed to slits, catching sight of the "White-armed Python" that suddenly appeared from the air. With a hint of surprise, he thought, "Feng Yuhuai's talent and comprehension are truly exceptional. It turns out, martial arts can be paired with mysterious abilities to spawn even more bizarre transformations. This indeed gives me some inspiration."

Zheng Hang stopped thinking and lightly tapped the ground with his foot. His figure instantly changed direction in succession, freely traversing the top floor scrap piles, leaving behind a series of seemingly real and illusory shadows that flickered in and out of existence.

A rapid explosion sound followed, the scrap pile overturned by the "Python," with chunks of concrete flying wildly. The terrifying python tangled with shadow after shadow, but could never grasp the real body, merely toying with ghostly apparitions in vain.

Sounds of ghostly shadows overlapped in the air, as if countless Zheng Hangs were whispering simultaneously, weaving a terrifying web of voices:

"I just helped you solve a problem, yet you turn your back on me just like that, Yuhuai? That's not very nice."

The eerie voice enveloped the scene from all directions, the ghostly atmosphere making Feng Yuhuai's heart grow cold. She felt like an ordinary person who had stumbled into a ghost realm, facing an even more terrifying being than the Puppet Mother, one that wore human skin yet was a sinister monster.

In an instant, those black hairs transformed, turning into numerous puppet strings as vivid as blood threads. They danced deftly in the air like living tentacles.

Puppetry: String Manipulation Dance!

The puppet strings, triggered in a flash, wove into a blood web, encompassing each Zheng Hang.

The illusory ghostly shadows disintegrated one after another, gradually revealing the sole true body.

Zheng Hang gently lifted his eyelids, a faint red glow emerging in his deep eyes, like a slumbering flame quietly awakened.

In that very instant, as if guided by some mysterious power, all those overwhelming blood threads were swiftly affixed with blood labels.

[10/10]

[10/10]

[10/10]

[10/10]

...

Zheng Hang seemed unsurprised by the overwhelming puppet strings being all show. Otherwise, wouldn't Cang Qingsen have been pierced by the blood web immediately just now? How could she have held him for so long?

The blood web could submerge the phantom shadows, not because of its high attack, but simply because the shadows lacked substance, thinner than paper.

Standing still, Zheng Hang's right arm suddenly twisted and tensed like a rope, vibrating intensely. [Blood and Flesh Initial Solution] was activated, the entire arm's muscles surging with nodules, as if worms were writhing between skin and bone.

His arm swelled immediately, expanding a circle as if inflated, with the bone protruding from the wrist seeming to grow sturdier as well.

Next, the flesh suddenly ejected, forming a circle of bone blades tightly affixed to the wrist, quivering as the muscles flexed, resembling the fangs of a beast chewing.

Using [Blood and Flesh Initial Solution] to drive the muscles, then [Molded Embryo] to drive the bones, and finally deploying Cannon Fist from the Basic Boxing, with an additional 8.9 points of strength value.

This was the enlightenment Zheng Hang had just gleaned from Feng Yuhuai's display.

So it becomes [Blood and Flesh Initial Solution] + [Bone Form] + [Basic Boxing: Cannon Fist] = ??

"Tiger Roar!"

Zheng Hang sank his waist and hips, and his right fist blasted out.

Roar—

It was as if a vicious tiger was roaring as it devoured!

The blood web scattered like a torrential rain, exploding with a thunderous crash, transforming into a dense crimson mist.

In the thick fog, an arm covered in nodules and blades thrust forth fiercely, grabbing onto Feng Yuhuai's kicking toe with unmatched ferocity.

"So what if you've found my true body? These fragile threads snap at a tug. Who can they hurt? Yourself?"

The grotesque arm pulsated, emitting steam, with the shattered red threads curling under the heat. Feng Yuhuai's eyes widened in horror, feeling her ankle as if clamped by an iron shackle, unable to move.

"Overestimating yourself!"

With one hand, Zheng Hang seized Feng Yuhuai and slammed her into the ground.

Bam!

The reinforced concrete floor seemed to be struck by an invisible heavy hammer, jolting violently before cracking into spiderweb-like fissures. Large loose chunks fell, crashing down to the floor below, raising a cloud of dust.

Feng Yuhuai spat out a mouthful of black blood, her internal organs feeling displaced by the tremendous force.

She quickly activated the [Snake Transformation Force] within, softening her muscles to counter the hardness with softness.

Her ankle, amidst intense pulling, deformed at the joint, even shedding a layer of flesh before barely getting free from the iron-gripped hand.

With the top of her foot burning painfully, Feng Yuhuai twisted her waist, retreating quickly, moving like a python in the night, deftly weaving through the maze of scrap as she fled.

"I chase, you run; you run, I chase. Haha—Yuhuai, are we playing a game?"

In the eerie playful voice, Zheng Hang pursued relentlessly with long strides.

Feng Yuhuai whipped her head around suddenly, only to see the air behind her explode like a bomb, booming echoes reverberating across the top floor.

The raised scrap piles seemed rolled over by a human bulldozer, fragile as sandcastles, collapsing instantly and falling into ruin.

The previously pervasive sinister ghostly aura had vanished, replaced by a more raging savage brutality.

Feng Yuhuai's expression darkened, feeling as if her luck had hit rock bottom this night, worse than when she was attacked in the dark and fortuitously saved by the Puppet Mother.

At least, last time, misfortune had a discernible cause, ultimately traceable to Feng Mu's disaster drawing her way.

But tonight, this man speaking of love, pretending intimacy yet striking with brutal violence that could kill at any moment.

This sudden madman, where the hell did he come from? And which scoundrel summoned him to me?

It couldn't be Feng Mu again?!!

Feng Yuhuai racked her brain but couldn't figure out the cause and effect. Nor did she have time to ponder.

Her pupils shrank abruptly, and horror flashed in her red-tinged eyes as she watched the man behind her leap high into the air, spinning 180 degrees to plant his feet on the half-roofed ceiling.

Rumble!

The ceiling shattered, giant rocks plummeting crashing to the ground, with dust splitting and surging as the figure, like a four-legged giant spider crawling from hell, emerged above her, fully engulfing her rigid body in a sinister shadow.

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