Chapter 43: The Surge of Life 12 |
Wu Zhong's dantian Life Gate formed mysteriously within his body, capturing Feipeng's inner power.
But this was alien inner power, and he himself didn't even know internal martial arts at all, completely unaware of how to control it.
The reason he was able to use it earlier was simply because during exertion, instinct had drawn and activated some of it.
In most inner power systems, the human body's exertion of force inherently involves circulating energy, since strength and energy are inseparable - "force" and "qi" cannot be separated.
Wu Zhong didn't know internal martial arts, so he could only use the most primitive and crude method of "using force to guide energy."
But this was enough - with his current physical condition plus some inner power enhancement, even while severely injured, Feipeng was no match for him.
"Ya Bai, save me!"
Feipeng frantically rolled on the ground, creating distance as he fled toward Ya Bai's direction.
Wu Zhong didn't pursue him, instead helping the old grandmother up and bringing his mouth to the blood on the wound on her arm.
Remaining in this half-dead state, who knew what other trump cards his opponents might have?
Ya Bai's repeated life-saving measures had practically given him psychological trauma.
Wu Zhong believed he absolutely had to heal his injuries quickly! As long as he could cure his wounds, he wouldn't fear anyone.
Meanwhile, Yang Chunsha's battle with Ya Bai wasn't going as smoothly.
Ya Bai was practically a monster - although he had sacrificed much, suffering severe injuries with graying hair and withered complexion.
His strength and that crimson fiery aura were astonishingly powerful.
"Hmph!"
He chose to first eliminate Yang Chunsha, who could still move freely and also knew magic.
With both legs pushing off, his knees struck like a rhinoceros charge.
"Stone Statue Plate Armor!"
Yang Chunsha gritted her teeth and roared softly, finally completing her spell as flowing rock not only blocked Ya Bai's knee strike but also repelled him.
She was now fully encased in rock armor, only half her face visible - heavy! Majestic!
Although the abdomen that had taken the knee strike was shattered, revealing her originally fair and delicate skin, the wriggling rock visibly repaired it, restoring it to its original state.
"I can block him for three minutes at most!"
"Don't worry about that old woman anymore, these veteran mercenaries have too many trump cards, endless surprises."
"Better run quickly - as long as you leave, I can just dig a tunnel and escape alone."
As Yang Chunsha spoke, her heavy, majestic thick stone arms met Ya Bai's attacks.
Although Ya Bai was severely injured, his strength was greater - his electrified body whistled through the air with flying kicks, heavily pounding her.
Yang Chunsha staggered, her feet leaving the ground, about to be kicked flying.
Fortunately, there were continuous stones beneath her feet, pulling up soil like uprooting radishes.
This was clearly rock taking root in the earth, forcibly pulling her back down, steady as Mount Tai.
"Hmph!" Ya Bai showed disdain - three minutes? How much did she underestimate his Thunder Soul Secret Technique?
He snorted a puff of white steam from his nostrils, angered by these words.
Rip! Suddenly, a lightning arm grew from his severed arm stump!
Like blue electric fluid flowing, vivid and lifelike.
"Boom!" His lightning hand, fingers together like a blade, stabbed out violently like a sharp weapon.
Moving like thunder, swift as lightning, Yang Chunsha was instantly pierced through the chest.
The spellbook within her thick armor was completely destroyed.
"Zzzz crackle!"
The originally thick and sturdy rock crumbled with a crash, revealing the woman's true appearance.
"This guy is still getting stronger... De Biao, run!" Wu Zhong's head buzzed.
He never expected that Yang Chunsha, even after becoming Mad Blood Clan, would be defeated by that monster in a single move.
Her eyes widened as she vomited blood, her pupils filled with terror.
"Wuu... no, I was wrong, don't kill... don't kill me..."
She gripped Ya Bai's arm, her whole body trembling, face deathly pale.
Crying pitifully like pear blossoms in rain, enough to stir anyone's compassion.
However, Ya Bai was no novice - having fought for years in the disaster world, what hadn't he seen?
No matter how beautiful a woman, in battle he saw them as nothing but rouge-covered skeletons.
"Pfft!"
Ya Bai pulled out his arm, and Yang Chunsha collapsed, spraying blood.
But she wasn't dead yet, struggling to crawl on the ground, looking toward the alley's end, desperately kicking her legs and dragging a trail of blood.
Ya Bai walked over in a few steps, grabbing the back of her neck.
Yang Chunsha convulsed all over, her hair curling from the electricity.
"Gah..." Her eyes nearly burst, her head twisted a hundred eighty degrees to face Ya Bai.
Tears of blood streamed from her eyes like two red lines across her cheeks.
"De Biao—" Wu Zhong's pupils shook violently.
He raised a fist, kicking Feipeng until he vomited blood and flew backward.
Then moving with lightning speed, his figure like wind, he flew into a rage and delivered a powerful flying kick to Ya Bai's back.
"Pfft!"
Ya Bai spat blood, released Yang Chunsha, and flew sideways to crash against the wall.
"Huh?" Feipeng and Ya Bai were astonished.
Wu Zhong's injuries had actually recovered! Completely unlike his previous half-dead state.
His wounds had healed, chest cavity reset, bones reconnected, energy abundant - even his arm that had been twisted like a twist had twisted back on its own!
His muscles were even stronger and more powerful, his strength far surpassing before!
"How could this be... can dementia really be absorbed?" Ya Bai's face turned deathly pale.
"Die, damn you!"
Wu Zhong caught Yang Chunsha, roaring in fury as his iron fist struck Ya Bai's chest cavity, causing it to cave in with cracking sounds.
Then a diagonal slash, his palm blade chopping at Ya Bai's neck with bone-crushing force.
Ya Bai wildly swung his lightning arm, but Wu Zhong sidestepped to avoid it, fingers spread wide as he raised his right hand and unleashed purple-melt ordnance.
"Ugh!" In his Thunder Soul state, Ya Bai was faster than before too, suddenly darting into a nearby rural courtyard, using the wall for cover to hide.
But the distance was ultimately too close, and Wu Zhong could fire continuously now!
He bombarded wildly, collapsing one wall, his final shot completely shattering Ya Bai's chest cavity, obliterating his heart.
"Pfft!"
Ya Bai's mouth muffled as his nose snorted out turbid air, eyes nearly bursting as he collapsed.
This time, he was completely dead.
But Wu Zhong, still fearing he might not be dead, fired another shot at the back of his head, blowing it to mush.
"Ya Bai!"
"Why? Dementia isn't a mental illness!"
Seeing his companion die, Feipeng's face showed extreme horror.
He was certain dementia couldn't be absorbed - because Mad Blood Clan members had tried it before, and as a veteran mercenary he naturally knew this. Even if it could, it would require repeated illnesses for such efficient healing.
Now with Wu Zhong's injuries recovered, Feipeng suffering too many negative buffs, and his teammate dead.
No matter how unwilling, he had no choice but to turn and flee, running away laughing maniacally with his butt in the air.
"De Biao..."
Wu Zhong ignored him, completely focused on Yang Chunsha.
"Don't die, absorb me, quickly try to absorb me!"
Wu Zhong's eyes were bloodshot as he bit his own arm to let her absorb.
But Yang Chunsha's head was twisted a hundred eighty degrees, already in critical condition. Hearing this, she licked the blood on Wu Zhong's arm, but it had no effect.
"You're not the original generation..."
Wu Zhong was frantic: "How to save her? What other methods? Think quickly! Think quickly!"
For ordinary people, a neck twisted like that would already mean death.
But Yang Chunsha was different - Mad Blood Clan's vitality was much stronger, so she was currently in critical condition but still had limited time.
If Wu Zhong absorbed her constitution, she would probably die instantly before he could perform the Embrace again.
"No choice, desperate measures for desperate situations."
Wu Zhong had no other options, could only force an attempt.
Holding Yang Chunsha, he rapidly sucked and blew, instantly depriving then performing the Embrace.
His aim was to exchange mental disorders, replacing the insomnia with another one.
Meanwhile, he kept moving, laying Yang Chunsha in the old grandmother's arms, making her teeth touch the wound on the grandmother's arm.
Yang Chunsha instinctively sucked, and instantly, her unfocused pupils suddenly contracted.
A surge of illness power blossomed within her body, repairing her injuries.
Wu Zhong delighted, slowly turning her hundred-eighty-degree twisted neck back to normal...
Meanwhile, the old grandmother's rationality had cleared considerably, asking in surprise and panic: "What are you all doing?"
"Grandma, you're truly a treasure grandmother..." Wu Zhong laughed heartily.
It turned out the old grandmother's dementia was extremely severe, and combined with long-term isolation at home, had subsequently triggered two serious mental illnesses.
Though uncertain what specifically, judging from manifestations, there should be hallucinations, delusions, and similar conditions.
Wu Zhong hadn't performed the Embrace on her earlier, just casually sucked some blood from the grandmother's wound, and instantly received healing.
This meant the grandmother had a mental illness that repeated his own.
Instantly making Wu Zhong's life force surge, fiercely healing a wave of injuries.
Luo Yi had once said that when seriously injured, absorbing two or three heavy smokers could restore him. Since Wu Zhong's constitution was similar to his at the time, absorbing one repeated illness healed half his injuries.
That's why he suddenly surged with power, repelling Feipeng and killing Ya Bai.
If not for urgently needing to save Yang Chunsha, Feipeng would have died here too.
With his arm recovered, his current seven-times-normal human physique plus symbiote arm armor was no joke.
"De Biao! Can you hear me? Can you breathe?"
When Wu Zhong had Yang Chunsha absorb again, there was no effect - the grandmother's mental illnesses had been completely absorbed.
He had absorbed one earlier, probably delusional disorder. Yang Chunsha had just absorbed one, possibly hallucinatory schizophrenia.
Wu Zhong had just risked Yang Chunsha's possible instant death to refresh again, exchanging the illness for the one he'd tested hallucinations on her earlier.
It actually matched up, coinciding with the grandmother's repeated illness, producing healing effects.
"I... I..." Yang Chunsha no longer looked at death's door, but still couldn't muster strength, falling unconscious again.
Wu Zhong picked her up: "Don't speak, rest properly."
Yang Chunsha had nearly died completely - one absorption wasn't enough to fully heal her, only bringing her out of mortal danger.
But there was no other way - the grandmother had no more mental illnesses left.
Only severe dementia remained, unfortunately unabsorbable.
Wu Zhong thought for a moment, then grabbed the grandmother's hand to transmit the Mad Blood Clan effect to her.
The grandmother panicked, struggling weakly: "What are you doing? Let me go..."
Suddenly, she froze, feeling surging energy as if restored to her youthful strength, even more powerful, her turbid eyes becoming clear.
Dementia was caused by organ deterioration - simply being too old, all bodily functions declining.
Adding direct one-times-normal male physique, doubling cellular activity and immune system, basically cured this illness.
Of course, Wu Zhong didn't intend for the grandmother to become Mad Blood Clan.
Having experienced this battle, he deeply felt the cruelty of the disaster world - becoming a disaster world inhabitant wasn't a good thing.
So Wu Zhong waited a while, then absorbed the insomnia disorder, depriving her Mad Blood Clan status.
And since it wasn't repeated, Wu Zhong's physique reached eight times normal!
"Grandma, your illness is cured, right? Is your thinking clear now?" Wu Zhong released her hand.
The grandmother immediately panicked and ran into the house, clinging to the doorway while pretending to be courageous: "You all leave my home immediately! My parents will be back soon!"
"..." Wu Zhong paused, then realized the grandmother's memory had reverted to childhood.
So her previous symptoms had truly been severe - even though briefly becoming Mad Blood Clan removed the dementia itself.
However, the lost memories wouldn't return.
"Don't be afraid, we're not bad people..."
Wu Zhong sighed helplessly, carrying Yang Chunsha, shouldering the giant door shield as he turned to leave. Glancing at the devastated alley with its broken walls and collapsed ground pits.
He pressed his lips together, quickly speeding away as he left the village.