Chapter 41: Physical Attributes Surge |
Feipeng finally arrived, and Wu Zhong sensed the danger. He hurriedly fired the purple-melt ordnance he had originally prepared for Ya Bai at Feipeng.
"Bang!"
Feipeng spun in midair like a whirling top, and using the wooden staff behind his rear, he actually knocked the purple-melt ordnance away.
"Huh?" Wu Zhong was stunned—was that even possible?
Of course, Feipeng was grimacing in pain.
He glared at Wu Zhong with fury, lunged forward, and delivered an angry palm strike midair!
"Boom!"
Wu Zhong blocked with a horizontal arm, but the force still sent him flying, and he spat a mouthful of blood on the spot.
With a smack, his whole body slammed against the wall and slid down, dizzy and lightheaded, barely able to breathe, stars dancing before his eyes.
Sharp pain radiated from Wu Zhong's severed arm; he could only cry without tears. He had just killed Ya Bai in a counterattack, and now Feipeng had come.
Although Feipeng had been hit with forced manic laughter and the anal sword, causing him immense pain, those effects only made his strength control intermittent and not smooth, not completely removing his combat ability.
Now that Feipeng had recovered his footing, Wu Zhong was hard-pressed to resist.
"Poof... Even though my cellular activity is sextupled, my chest cavity is still collapsed, and the broken bones haven't fused..."
Only in his current predicament did Wu Zhong finally understand why Luo Yi had said "repeated mental illnesses are more useful."
After all, when severely wounded, adding attributes doesn't compare to adding health.
Too bad that the desperate counterattack earlier had the random result of insomnia with such a low probability.
If it had handed him a curative one instead, things would be very different.
Now, relying on the cellular activity surge, his severed arm was no longer as stuck and constipated-feeling as before, and he didn't need the other hand to support it.
But it still hadn't truly healed. If it had, Ya Bai would have died from the consecutive purple-melt ordnance earlier, and there'd be no fear of Feipeng.
"Huff huff... hahahaha..."
After heavily damaging Wu Zhong with that strike, Feipeng paused to catch his breath and couldn't help laughing.
Actually, the anal sword wasn't that bad; the main problem was the manic laughter. Since he's a martial-arts type host, circulating internal energy requires regulated breathing.
Under the manic laughter his breath was in chaos; he was nearly winded and couldn't coherently use his inner power.
"Oooh-hoho... why won't it pull out... hahahaha... why won't it pull out!"
Wu Zhong leaned against the wall. "My injury is 'incurable,' only I can heal it..."
He repeated the same spiel he'd used to fool Ya Bai before, speaking fluently that only he could pull out the anal sword.
Only his healing effect could mend the wound he caused.
Hearing those familiar words, the already-struggling Ya Bai, who'd been wronged by him, jerked up from near death.
"Waaaah! Um-hum um-hum!"
Ya Bai glared at Wu Zhong, while trying to warn Feipeng not to listen to Wu Zhong's nonsense and give him the chance to fall into his trick again.
Are you kidding? Wu Zhong should have died long ago, yet time and again he turned the tables.
He had counterattacked Feipeng from a desperate position, leaving Feipeng like this. He'd also counterattacked Ya Bai twice, nearly causing him to die resentfully here.
They couldn't let this kid keep leading them by the nose, or the two of them would be played to death!
However, Ya Bai's lips were clenched tight now, making his speech muffled and broken.
Feipeng couldn't understand him.
"Ya Bai, what's wrong with you? Open your mouth."
Ya Bai shot a look; if he could open his mouth he would have already.
He pointed at his mouth, then pointed at Wu Zhong.
Feipeng asked suspiciously, "What did you do to his mouth? Do you have a silence trait?"
Wu Zhong smiled at the corner of his mouth. "I told you, the injuries I cause can't be changed by anyone."
"I busted his mouth, of course he can't speak."
Feipeng nodded; it was true—neither the front wound nor the sword in his rear could be handled by normal means earlier.
What Wu Zhong said made sense.
So Feipeng, laughing maniacally, demanded that Wu Zhong pull out the wooden staff so he could be healed and allowed to leave, otherwise he'd kill him.
Wu Zhong replied weakly, "If I pull it out, you'll still kill me... Do you take me for a fool?"
Feipeng laughed and insisted: no, he absolutely would not let himself acquire any potentially dangerous trait.
Wu Zhong grinned. "I can't trust you..."
"Unless you give me medicine to use first, to heal me."
"At least give me some chance to fight back, otherwise I'll just be fish meat for you to carve up."
Feipeng thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement.
He hadn't seen how Ya Bai had ended up in such a miserable state before; he only thought about his own situation—he had to be healed.
Even if Wu Zhong offered treatment, his power was only mediocre, just with some weird 'incurable' tricks.
"Umm umm! Mmm mmm!" Ya Bai urged desperately.
But Feipeng wouldn't listen. Anyone who'd been pierced front and back and was still laughing would make the same choice.
"Fine." Feipeng immediately took out a bottle of foam spray and sprayed large amounts of foam onto Wu Zhong's arm and chest.
Wu Zhong instantly felt a strong cooling and soothing sensation sweep through him.
The feeling from this medicine was similar to the ointment Xia Heng had used on him before; within a short time his chest breathing smoothed out considerably.
"Better? Hohoho, pull it out quickly! Hahaha!"
Feipeng urged impatiently, turning his body to look at him.
Wu Zhong felt the numb, tingling sensation at his severed arm. "Wait a bit longer, my arm is still severed, I can't muster strength."
Feipeng frowned. One of Wu Zhong's arms was cut by him, the other twisted and nearly broken like a braided stick.
The foam medicine wasn't that miraculous; generally such injuries would take an hour or two to heal.
To raise a broken hand would still need at least ten minutes.
"No, waiting for your arm to recover is too long."
"Use your foot to help pull it out first."
Hearing that, Wu Zhong slowly raised his leg, truly intending to help pull it out.
To be honest, the anal sword move looked brutal, but for experts the damage wasn't huge; it was mostly humiliating.
Better to pull it out and gain trust. He also needed time to recover aided by the medicine.
However, just as his legs reached the wooden staff and he was about to pull it out—
"Ugh!"
Suddenly Ya Bai exerted force and, to everyone's shock, sprang to his feet.
"What?"
Wu Zhong's eyes nearly popped out. This is a human?
So much blood had been spilled—broken heart, half-shattered lungs, a ravaged rear, an opened abdomen, internal organs a mess... and his hair somehow gone white.
This guy could still stand!
From his posture, he was coming to finish Wu Zhong personally.
Damn, it was so close, just a little closer.
"Stop him, he's going to kill me!" Wu Zhong shouted.
Feipeng frowned. "Haha, Ya Bai, don't sacrifice your lifespan, ahahaha."
Ya Bai ignored everything and charged straight in, delivering a violent kick.
Wu Zhong had no choice but to reveal the extent of his injuries and raise his arms to block.
"Clang!"
Wu Zhong scraped several meters across the ground horizontally, and the anal sword he was about to pull out was left in place.
While blocking and flying backward, Ya Bai used his legs to kick with full force!
The wooden staff, which had been nudging his trousers slightly, suddenly thrust in another segment!
"Uwa! Ha-hohoho!"
Feipeng's eyes bulged and he immediately dropped to his knees, trying to circulate power to heal but still forced to laugh, his qi in chaos.
Ya Bai raged and his leg whipped in another roaring kick: "Hmph ugh!"
"Are you cheating?" Wu Zhong despaired.
Even with triple physical attributes, it wasn't enough; Ya Bai now had at least seven or eight times normal, and possessed unbelievable near-death control.
"Just a little bit more..."
"Wait, what are Xia Heng and Luo Yi doing? I'm one versus two here, and they're still not done?"
Just as Wu Zhong could only curl up protecting his head and endure the blow,
the ground's bluestone slabs exploded upward, and a stone stele rose to block the strike.
At the same time, a sharp rock pierced into Ya Bai's lower body.
Squelch, it plunged mercilessly along the blood hole Wu Zhong had blasted open earlier.
"Ugh ugh ugh!" Ya Bai howled in pain, still keeping his mouth closed with a muffled cry!
This was a critical strike from Yang Chunsha unlike any before.
The woman stood clutching a battered leather book, stepping up on the stone platform as she rose from underground, her whole body dust-gray and eyes crazed.
Although her magic didn't do much direct damage and wasn't made for fighting, Ya Bai was full of wounds, all of them incurable.
If the holes couldn't close, even a low-damage, slow rock impact that hits the internal organs would be a heavy blow.
"De Biao!"
Wu Zhong regained hope. "Please, De Biao!"
"You can do it, you can beat him! He's about done for."
Wu Zhong was at the brink, and Ya Bai was a spent force.
Feipeng was worse—half the staff inside him, forced to laugh, nearly derailed his cultivation with the chaotic energy.
Yang Chunsha was the only one in decent shape; aside from a severed arm, she was almost uninjured.
"I'll fight with you!" Yang Chunsha's eyes were wild as she put herself at the forefront; earth and stone wrapped up and spread into Ya Bai's gaping rear wound.
Unfortunately, the kinetic energy only allowed penetration, not a full impalement.
"You're asking to die! You forced me!" Feipeng roared, abandoning thoughts of healing.
He formed a finger like a blade, sword radiance wrapped it, and he shattered the blocking stone slab.
Rumble!
His whole face reddened, veins bulging, chaotic qi surging through him, his clothes flapping though there was no wind.
But suddenly the ground beneath him gave way, a huge depression appearing; both he and Ya Bai fell in.
At the same time, Yang Chunsha waved her hand and the earth wildly surged to bury them.
Ya Bai was buried alive a second time, along with Feipeng.
This time Yang Chunsha had prepared tunnels in advance, burying them deeper!
"Go, go!" Yang Chunsha sustained the magic to suppress the two while helping Wu Zhong up.
Wu Zhong weakly smiled. "De Biao! You came back again?"
Yang Chunsha gritted her teeth. "Hmph, I never left."
Originally she had turned the corner and planned to leave, but overhearing Wu Zhong begging for mercy stopped her in place.
She peeked and watched the whole time, thinking Wu Zhong would die, but he not only counterattacked Ya Bai, he nearly turned the tide.
But Feipeng returned; seeing him struggling one-on-two and nearly successful, Wu Zhong had been only a hair away from winning!
So Yang Chunsha circled back and used her tunnel-digging magic to go underground.
Now she suddenly appeared to bury Ya Bai and Feipeng alive; the earth kept squeezing inward, seeming likely to finish them off.
Wu Zhong used her strength to stagger along.
But he moved slowly; both arms, ribs, and waist were badly injured, and his internal organs were damaged.
"Hurry, they aren't dead yet..." Yang Chunsha suddenly looked back in fear.
The earth bulged and depressed rhythmically like a beating heart.
"Plop!"
Wu Zhong coughed up blood, barely able to stand.
At that moment, a muffled boom came from below. The two stepped and were knocked back by an electric shock, then the suppressing stone slab exploded open and a hand burst through the earth.
Wu Zhong's eyes went wide. "De Biao... I'll transmit you... transmit you Mad Blood..."
Yang Chunsha brightened at his words. "Okay!"
Wu Zhong immediately bit down on her arm. Yang Chunsha's brows tightened—her arm was already broken and painful; one more bite couldn't make it worse.
Then a rush of exhilaration swept through her body.
She shuddered as if every cell renewed, and a huge force arose within her.
Her senses sharpened, her blood surged robustly.
She became Mad Blood Clan, with twice the constitution of a normal person.
Yang Chunsha straightened her chest and felt powerful all over!
She suddenly raised both hands high, radiant with spirit. "I, I am invincible in this world!"
Wu Zhong's pupils contracted. What the hell was this sickness? He hurriedly bit and sucked again, stealing attributes from her.
"Huh?" Yang Chunsha blinked in confusion. "What are you doing..."
Suddenly another wave of exhilaration swept her entire body.
"Ohohoho..." This time she felt a bit better, but still acted strangely.
Her shoulders hunched, she looked sneaky and cold, hugging herself and rubbing her arms, anxious and restless. "Don't touch me! Stay away!"
She shoved Wu Zhong. Wu Zhong sighed, forced her and sucked again; a blow out breath, and he shifted another illness onto her.
Yang Chunsha ceased her agitation and instead looked around curiously, then reached out to touch something.
"What is this? So pretty..."
She pinched with her finger, as if picking at threads—one, two, three—counting invisible things in the air.
"Can you talk to me?" Wu Zhong asked.
Yang Chunsha nodded. "Ah? Yes I can. Hey, look at this! Oh no, is this an illusion?"
Her eyes kept glancing upward, her mouth wide. "So big... so big! Look!"
She grabbed Wu Zhong's arm wildly, as if seeing some magnificent spectacle.
Wu Zhong scratched his head and still forced another suck to pull the illness away.
He was testing what kinds of mental illnesses he could generate, while also boosting his own physical attributes.
The first was the random mental illness from initially embracing Ya Bai; judging by symptoms it seemed like delusional disorder or multiple personality.
The second was the random illness from initially embracing Yang Chunsha—maybe some kind of manic-depressive or a severe obsessive-compulsive disorder.
The third, produced after absorbing the previous one and then having Yang Chunsha embraced a second time, was clearly hallucinatory symptoms.
After embracing Yang Chunsha three times and sucking three times, Wu Zhong gained an additional triple normal physical attribute.
Now his total attributes reached six times that of a normal person, and his cellular activity was actually twelve times!
This physique was already on par with Luo Yi and the others.