Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 312 - 191 Five Beasts

Chapter 312: 191 Five Beasts

"Why?"

Fang Zhixing’s gaze grew increasingly blurry as he propped his shaking body against the table with both hands.

To be honest, he had truly been ensnared this time.

Ling Zhaoyong had not shown a hint of malice from start to finish.

When negotiating terms, he had been utterly serious, showing no signs of deceit.

After settling on terms, his guidance to Fang Zhixing was sincere, and his ease in sharing meals and drinks was perfectly managed.

Not a trace throughout!

Damn, he could act!

Because of this, Ling Zhaoyong’s sudden attack seemed utterly unexpected, without any forewarning.

Even with all his experience in braving storms, Fang Zhixing had fallen for his ruse.

Fang Zhixing, baffled, asked, "Why do you want to harm me?"

Ling Zhaoyong, unruffled, set down his wine bowl and smirked smugly, "To tell you the truth, I hadn’t thought about harming you at first, but just now, when I went out to buy wine and groceries, I suddenly felt the urge to pee. So I stood against the wall to relieve myself, but after straining for a long time, only a single drop came out, and it even fell on my foot."

Fang Zhixing was speechless and glared, saying, "Just because of that?"

"Ah, young man, you’ve never been old. You don’t know how terrifying it is to age day by day."

Ling Zhaoyong sighed, "I don’t want to get old. I want to keep living. So, I suddenly got an idea, to use your blood to nourish the Blood-sucking Leeches—perhaps the effect will be very good."

He grew more excited as he spoke, counting on his fingers, "Firstly, the method of using Blood-sucking Leeches to prolong life isn’t working as well anymore; it’s time for a change.

Secondly, you’re young and strong, and your blood is full of vitality; certainly the best feed.

To tell the truth, I’ve wanted to try using a martial artist’s blood as feed for a long time, but I’m too old to get involved in such matters now.

Thirdly, you’ve also cultivated the ’Heavenly Slaughter Blood Sea Technique,’ we’re from the same school, and your blood might greatly surpass that of mutant beasts and others in enriching my body. What do you think?"

As he spoke, Ling Zhaoyong stood up, his expression growing more agitated, his face overtaken by madness. Gesticulating with his hands, he shouted, "I’m going to hang you up and drain your blood daily to feed the Blood-sucking Leeches. Hmm, you’re still very young; you can last as a blood bag for at least ten years."

Ling Zhaoyong was extremely delighted, clapping for himself, laughing, "Hahaha, perfect, I’ll definitely live many more years..."

There was a loud crash!

Fang Zhixing finally couldn’t hold on any longer, and he collapsed, overturning the table.

Ling Zhaoyong took two steps back, looked down at Fang Zhixing with a sinister smile, and said, "Don’t blame me. If you have to blame someone, blame yourself for presenting yourself on my doorstep. Hmm, what can I say? Thanks to nature’s gift!"

Suddenly, Fang Zhixing’s body started to convulse violently, strange crackling noises emanating from within, like popcorn popping.

Ling Zhaoyong was momentarily stunned, blinking his eyes.

The drug he’d used was Soft Muscle Powder, in a quantity large enough to flatten an elephant to the ground, incapable of moving.

But what was the matter with Fang Zhixing? Why was he trembling? What symptom was this?

This wasn’t right!

"Could it be, I bought fake drugs?!"

For a moment, Ling Zhaoyong was filled with doubts and confusion.

Next, the situation became even stranger.

Fang Zhixing’s body swelled rapidly, growing to a height of two meters sixty, his figure becoming grotesquely distorted.

His chest muscles were overly developed, and blades resembling sharp knives grew out from his kneecaps.

This sight...

Ling Zhaoyong’s befuddled face grew even more confused, instinctively taking several steps back.

But that wasn’t the end of it!

Fang Zhixing’s skin first revealed black lines as if covered by pieces of a turtle shell.

Then his skin turned golden, revealing scale-like patterns densely covering his entire body.

Black tortoise patterns intertwined with golden scale patterns, overlapping and alternating, until both colors gradually blended together and the patterning stabilized.

Ling Zhaoyong blinked, stepped forward to take a closer look.

Fang Zhixing’s skin had turned completely bronze in color, giving off a metallic sheen, full of an eerie beauty.

Furthermore, the patterns on his skin appeared fragmented, like the surface of shattered ice, hauntingly beautiful.

The next second, Fang Zhixing suddenly opened his eyes and stood up.

"Huh???"

Ling Zhaoyong jumped in fright and hurriedly backed away.

The standing Fang Zhixing now appeared even more imposing. His height exceeded two meters seventy, but his body proportions were terribly mismatched, like a deformed monster, exerting a chillingly oppressive aura.

Ling Zhaoyong stared wide-eyed, his heart stirring with alarm, his eyes filled with intense unease.

"Hoo~"

Fang Zhixing exhaled deeply, clenched his fists, and immediately felt an overwhelming force of over 140,000 kilograms surge through him.

[Defense·Perfection]

[Burst Skill: Bronze Skin, Iron Bones (Lv3)]

"You, you... Are you a demon?"

Ling Zhaoyong trembled with fear, his alarm blatant as he suddenly screamed.

Fang Zhixing’s lips curled up in a cold smile, "Demons like to eat people. Do you think they’d be interested in your old meat?"

Ling Zhaoyong had no response.

"Well, it’s my turn now!"

Fang Zhixing, with his eyes fixed on Ling Zhaoyong, took a step forward, and suddenly he was right in front of him.

The towering shadow completely engulfed Ling Zhaoyong.

"Now, let me give you a deep understanding of how young I really am."

Fang Zhixing lifted his right hand, extended his index finger, and made a light swipe.