My whole family was brutally murdered? I awakened the thug system and went on a killing spree.

The tall, thin man discarded the body and looked up at Qin Meng, who was ten meters away.

"To be able to tear apart a thunderstorm with bare hands, this body is truly impressive."

"The muscle texture is excellent, and the blood and qi reserves are abundant."

The tall, thin man stuck out his long tongue and licked his chin, which was covered in bits of flesh.

"You are stronger than I imagined."

Qin Meng stood still, not in a hurry to make a move.

Qin Meng sized up the monster before him. It ate human entrails.

It has bone spurs.

This does not fall under the category of conventional superpowered individuals.

There are still such things hidden in this world that cannot be brought to light.

Qin Meng quickly analyzed the current situation in his mind.

The Zhao family hadn't revealed all their cards yet. Then an underground organization suddenly appeared...

The tall, thin man assumed that Qin Meng was frightened by what had just happened when he saw that Qin Meng was not speaking.

The man shook his trench coat and tucked the bone spikes away.

"Let's get to know each other."

"Dawn of Flesh and Blood, the Ninth Apostle of Jiangcheng, Ghost Blade."

"It can forcibly increase bone density and has a strong self-healing ability. You must have consumed a lot of good things."

Oni-Blade spoke in a condescending tone.

"It is extremely rare for wild awakened individuals to survive the genetic backlash."

"But your journey has come to an end."

Ghost Blade raised the serrated bone spike, pointing it directly at Qin Meng.

"Join us."

"We are the same kind."

"He nodded in agreement. The organization will take care of the Zhao family's affairs for you."

"I'll give you half of this hunting ground in Jiangcheng."

Ghostblade was arrogant. His tone was like that of someone offering charity.

Qin Meng stared at the grayish-white bone spur pointing at him.

They become stronger by eating people.

These inhuman, ghostly creatures dare to come out and call themselves their kind.

Qin Meng sneered.

"similar?"

"You dare call yourself one of my kind?"

Qin Meng spoke, his voice steady. His gaze was as if he were looking at a pile of medical waste.

The smugness on Ghost Blade's face vanished instantly. This monster had decided to kill him.

"Shameless scumbag."

"Then cut off your limbs, put them in an embalming jar, and take them back with you."

Ghost Blade suddenly leaped up.

Its speed is approaching the speed of sound.

A strong, fishy wind swept through, splitting the puddles in two.

This is completely different from the explosive power of superhumans; it is the extreme kinetic energy obtained purely by squeezing out mutated muscle groups.

Five meters, covered in an instant.

The five half-meter-long bone spikes on his right hand left five gray-white afterimages in the air.

It went straight for Qin Meng's knees and wrist arteries.

The attempt was to cripple Qin Meng's mobility with the first strike.

Qin Meng advanced instead of retreating.

The high-grade copper armor granted him absolute defense that ignored regular armor-piercing damage.

With a physique of 130, Ghost Blade's pride in its extreme speed became full of flaws.

Qin Meng extended his left hand.

Neither dodge nor avoid.

They faced the five bone spikes that came crashing down on them head-on.

when!

The loud clang of metal clashing tore through the thick fog on the bridge.

Sparks flew everywhere.

The sharp, serrated edge of the bone spur slashed fiercely at Qin Meng's dark golden palm.

The enormous physical recoil caused the serrations on the surface of the bone spur to break off over a large area.

Fragments of bone shot out in all directions and embedded themselves in the metal of the SUV next to it.

Qin Meng's palm didn't even have a scratch.

Only a few faint white marks remained.

"What?!"

Ghostblade screamed in disbelief.

This highly mutated arm can easily cut through the bulletproof steel plates of an armored vehicle.

It couldn't even scratch this man's skin.

Before Ghost Blade could withdraw and retreat.

Qin Meng's left hand suddenly flipped over.

The five fingers unleashed an absolute sense of pressure as if a hydraulic press were closing, gripping the five grayish-white bone spurs tightly.

"You like cutting people up?"

Qin Meng stretched his right arm backward in a large arc.

The thick back muscles bulge high, and a violent force runs from the soles of the feet straight through the shoulder blades.

The left hand gripped the bone spur tightly.

His right hand shot out like lightning.

He precisely grabbed the mutated joint at the shoulder of Ghost Blade's right arm.

"Sever."

Qin Meng exerted force outward with both arms at the same time.

Pure violence was unleashed without reservation.

Crunch!

The chilling sound of bones tearing apart drowned out the roar of the river water crashing against the bridge piers.

Muscle fibers snapped one by one.

"what!"

Ghost Blade let out an extremely mournful howl.

His entire mutated right arm, which he was so proud of, along with the five hard bone spurs, was forcibly torn off his shoulder by Qin Meng.

Dark red blood spurted out in a fan shape.

Scattered across the charred ruins around them.

The demon blade lost its balance and crashed heavily onto the road surface, which was covered with shattered glass.

He clutched his bleeding right shoulder, his legs went weak, and he crawled backward frantically.

Upon seeing the two-meter-tall dark gold giant before him, Ghostblade's mental defenses completely crumbled.

These are not even the same kind of people.

This is an ancient behemoth wearing human skin.

An absolute dimensional reduction in power, a pure rage that sees all mutations as worthless.

Qin Meng casually tossed the heavy severed arm at his feet.

He stomped down hard with his right foot.

Click.

The half-meter-long, hard bone spur was crushed into a pile of bone fragments on the ground.

"This is the mutation you're so proud of."

Deep in the fog.

On a suspension cable at the top of the bridge.

Another dark figure, hanging upside down, lay dormant.

The shadowy figure held two short daggers soaked in a high concentration of neurotoxin.

Venom dripped from the tip of the dagger, corroding the steel cable and producing wisps of blue smoke.

He quickly simulated more than a dozen attack routes in his mind.

It seemed that no matter which angle the attack came from, that layer of dark gold skin could easily deflect the poisoned blade.

The intelligence was completely wrong.

Qin Meng's physical strength has exceeded the expectations of the "Dawn of Flesh and Blood" intelligence database.

Ghostblade's fate is imminent.

The fifth-order mutant was torn apart like a plastic toy.

escape.

We must retreat immediately and bring the message back to headquarters.

The dark figure strained its waist, preparing to flip onto the top of the bridge tower.

After Qin Meng finished treating his severed arm, he slowly turned his head.

The line of sight pierced through the thick fog.

They precisely locked onto the dark figure hanging upside down on the suspension cable.

The oppressive force of locking onto the 130 points of physical strength caused the shadowy figure to pause in mid-air for a fraction of a second.

Qin Meng bent down.

He grabbed half of the heavy off-road vehicle's crash-proof alloy steel beam from the ground with his right hand.

Engage your core muscles.

Pull your arm back suddenly.

The steel beam left a trail of afterimages in mid-air, accompanied by a terrifying sonic boom that tore through the air, as it hurtled straight toward the dark figure on the suspension cable.

The smooth metal end of the steel beam struck precisely the right side of the upside-down black figure's torso in mid-air.

A dull thud of flesh exploding echoed across the bridge.

The shadowy figure's right arm, right ribs, and half of its pelvis instantly turned into blood under the frenzied infusion of more than a ton of kinetic energy.

The green venom mixed with the dark red blood, exploding into a blinding cloud of blood mist in mid-air.

The remaining left half of the body completely lost its balance.

It plummeted straight down from the suspended steel cable, crashing heavily into the rolling river below, splashing up a huge white spray.

The steel beam continued its downward momentum, breaking two load-bearing steel cables, each about the thickness of a thumb, at the top of the bridge, and crashing into the river a hundred meters away.

On the bridge surface.

Ghost Blade collapsed amidst the shards of broken glass.

He tightly covered the bleeding wound on his right shoulder with his left hand.

His head was stiffly tilted back, staring at the spot above where the suspension cable had broken.

That's a fourth-tier stealth assassin in the organization, specializing in assassinations.

The entire skeleton has been tempered three times with high-concentration venom, making it far harder than aerospace titanium alloys.

Before he even had a chance to draw his sword and get close, he was smashed in two by a piece of scrap metal from a car he picked up casually.

Ghostblade's stomach convulsed violently, and a primal shudder emanated from the depths of his mutated genes.

This is not a power that humans possess.

Pure mass and speed easily crushed the genetic evolution that the high-level mutants were so proud of.

Heavy footsteps echoed across the bridge.

Qin Meng turned around.

Its dark golden body pierced through the thick fog on the river and stopped less than a meter in front of Ghost Blade.

An oppressive shadow completely enveloped the demon blade.

"You just said you wanted to cut off my limbs."

Qin Meng looked down at the mangled body on the ground.

Ghost Blade's only remaining left hand braced against the rough asphalt road.

My body was shaking uncontrollably.

I admit defeat.

"It was my fault for being so blind and offending you."

Ghost Blade lowered his head, his forehead almost touching the puddles.

"Spare my life, and I promise that Dawn of Flesh and Blood will never interfere in Jiangcheng's affairs again."

Before he could finish speaking...

At the wrist of Ghost Blade's lowered hand, the grayish-white flesh quietly split open.

An extremely thin, hollow bone needle quickly protruded from under the skin.

The syringe contained a high concentration of neurolytic toxins.

This was his last trump card to save his life.

Just one drop can dissolve the cerebral cortex of an adult elephant in three seconds.

The distance is too close.

The demon blade suddenly shot up, its left arm muscles compressed to the limit before springing back instantly.

The hollow bone needle pierced straight into Qin Meng's unsuspecting ankle.

Ding!