Chapter 629
The anger in his heart was ignited. Zhu Ping felt his rationality being erased in an instant. Then, he attacked the person in front of him like a madman.
With the stimulation of his emotions, his blood essence rippled in his body. Zhu Ping crossed the scattered objects, clenched his fist, and then shot out like a cannonball.
He went straight for the person in front of him.
The person sneered with the cigarette in his mouth and spat out a mouthful of smoke. The smoke was like a sharp arrow, like a white line rushing towards Zhu Ping's eyes.
Zhu Ping shook his head, but the smoke seemed to be able to track him. It drew a curve in the air and rushed into Zhu Ping's eyes.
The impact of the smoke made Zhu Ping instinctively close his eyes, and tears instantly flowed out.
Zhu Ping's remaining rationality warned him that danger was approaching. Suppressing the irritation in his heart, Zhu Ping lowered his body, retracted his hands, and raised them in front of him. He activated his Imitation ability, imitating the ability of a certain extraordinary Vitality Force Martial Artist and began to apply it on himself.
The violent blood essence came out of his body, and the emotions that kept pouring in were expelled. His body twisted, and the blood essence was like a dragon, expelling things that did not belong to his body.
Blood essence martial artists had no other advantages in the early stage other than having a stronger body, greater strength, and faster speed.
Compared to those cultivation systems that could use various abilities, blood essence martial artists were living targets from the beginning. The transformation only began after the blood essence martial artist cultivated the blood essence smoke.
At this stage, blood essence martial artists officially became transcendent-level. Although they still only had a strong body, their blood essence surged, and their body had a strong ability to expel and digest foreign substances.
Some interference spells or similar abilities would be expelled by the blood essence, minimizing the impact on them.
At the same time, things like poison would be quickly digested during the blood essence circulation.
As the blood essence martial artist's ability improved, this characteristic would become stronger and stronger. In the end, with a roar, blood essence surged out, and all methods would retreat.
At that time, it was uncertain whether they were human or not. Their entire body would become a mass of blood essence. Their own life characteristics were completely imprinted on every strand of blood essence, and their own thoughts were completely integrated into it.
Using blood essence, one could imitate any living creature. Even if there was only a strand of blood essence left, one could still be revived.
Of course, Zhu Ping was far from that level. His blood essence surged, but it was only to eliminate the interference from before. As the blood essence flushed, the discomfort in his eyes was alleviated.
Zhu Ping hurriedly opened his eyes and saw the sole of a shoe zooming in.
Zhu Ping, who had no time to think, was kicked backward and hit the wall behind him.
Cracks appeared on the walls of the apartment. Before the lime could land on Zhu Ping, it was pushed away by his Qi and blood.
The man stared at Zhu Ping with the cigarette in his mouth and retracted his leg. Then, he slowly said, "Zhu Ping, you suddenly awakened your superpower two weeks ago. Before that, there were no signs of awakening, including the three generations of your ancestors. So why did you suddenly awaken such a superpower?"
"Don't tell me you're lucky!" That person's final word became particularly heavy. With a flick of his hand, several needle-like objects shot out. With Zhu Ping's current speed, he was unable to block them. Those needles pierced several parts of Zhu Ping's body.
Zhu Ping only felt the blood and Qi in his body stagnate, and the originally turbulent blood and Qi was immediately suppressed back. Obviously, this person was not unfamiliar with blood and Qi martial artists.
Zhu Ping's transcendent-level Vitality Points were imitated by his ability. Compared to a normal martial artist with Vitality Points, there was still a slight difference. Under the opponent's methods, Zhu Ping felt particularly uncomfortable.
Not only could he not circulate his Qi and blood, but even his body was in a state of half-paralysis.
"On the list of suspects, you're ranked ninth," that person said regretfully. "And our decision is to kill all the top ten."
"So whether you are or not, it's a pity."
"You just awakened your superpower and became a citizen, but you died just like that." The man raised a long needle that was obviously a different color and said with a mocking gaze, "If you want to blame someone, blame the person who told you about it."
"Tell me who that person is, and I'll let you die a quick death."
"Otherwise, the poison on the needle will amplify your sensitivity. Then, you will clearly feel something gnawing away at your body bit by bit."
"Trust me, that itch and pain is something you can't bear." That person reached out and removed a needle from Zhu Ping's neck. Only then did Zhu Ping feel his throat loosen, and he could speak again.
"I don't know what you're talking about, you bastard!" Zhu Ping knew very well that if he did not say anything, he still had a chance of survival. Once he said it, he would really die.
"Tsk, fine. Anyway, in the pain, you'll definitely involuntarily use that evil power to reduce the pain."
"It's a pity that the eight people before you all died without knowing why because of you." Holding the long needle of a different color, that person did not hesitate anymore and directly stabbed it.
Zhu Ping felt a chill on his neck, but the chill soon stopped. The needle was pressed against his neck, and with a little force, it would pierce the skin.
Just when Zhu Ping thought that the person was just trying to scare him, the person's body suddenly fell down. A man with medium long hair and a coquettish white robe appeared out of nowhere. He reached into the man's pocket and took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
He first lowered his head and lit a cigarette for himself. After taking a deep breath, he blew out a few smoke rings and then looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.
A lonely aura of a master suddenly appeared.
"Sigh, he's been in prison for hundreds of years, and his mouth is about to become bland." The coquettish man turned around, his bright eyes filled with tears: "Do you know, it's the feeling of wanting to lick someone's bird every time they see it?"
Zhu Ping's expression changed, he had thought that this was a high-ranking member of the organization related to the Flame of Searing Soul.
He didn't think that it was just a psychopath.
"No, no, no, I'm just a person with a broad mind, I'm definitely not a psychopath" Killer J stretched his back with the cigarette in his mouth, then casually put his hand on Zhu Ping's shoulder and asked with a lascivious smile: "So, then, brother, do you know where I can find 'that' around here?"
"Hah?" Zhu Ping tried to break free, but found that he couldn't, so he obediently replied: "What's' that '?"
"It's the kind of place where there are a lot of pitiful young ladies in thin clothes who have no home to go to at night"
"I won't lie to you, my biggest hobby is to do good deeds. This time, I'm planning to help two … no, three of these young ladies at once"
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