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

Qin Meng reached out and his fingertips touched the hilt of the knife on the old beggar's shoulder.

The old beggar trembled violently, his two withered hands gripping the muddy ground tightly, but he dared not utter a sound.

Qin Meng gripped the knife handle with his five fingers and steadily pulled it upwards.

The dagger was pulled out, drawing out a stream of dark red blood.

Qin Meng casually crumpled the steel-forged dagger into a lump of scrap metal and tossed it aside.

"The door is open, get out."

Qin Meng stood up straight, his two-meter-tall frame echoing in the empty tin-roofed factory.

The homeless people in the cage were stunned for three seconds.

The first person rushed out of the cage, tumbling and crawling towards the broken roller shutter door.

Then came the second, and the third.

Driven by their survival instincts, these lowly civilians, treated as prey, unleashed astonishing speed.

They stumbled and staggered over the pool of indistinct, mangled flesh of Tie Hu, rushing into the torrential rain outside.

"Thank you so much, my benefactor..."

As a middle-aged beggar passed by Qin Meng, he suddenly knelt down and kowtowed, his forehead hitting the concrete ground with a dull thud. He then got up and plunged into the rain.

Qin Meng stood in the center of the pool of blood, ignoring the gratitude.

Saving people was just a side effect; killing these bastards was for the sake of increasing my violence points.

His brain was rapidly processing the information he had just received.

Zhao Tianci returned to the provincial capital, and the Zhao family in Jiangcheng was just a branch to cover up their true intentions.

This kind of cross-regional power struggle is far more complex than imagined.

But none of that matters.

With enough ferocity, even if a god or Buddha descends to earth, one can shatter them with a single punch.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a waste."

A voice drifted in from outside the broken roller shutter.

The sound had a sticky, slippery quality, like a venomous snake gliding across damp fallen leaves.

"I was planning to harvest a few fresh Tier 4 hearts as a collection, but you barbarian killed them first."

"I don't want a heart that's not fresh."

A man wearing a dark red, wide robe waded through the puddles into the factory.

He was taller than average, and his body was so shriveled that he looked like a dried mummy.

A string of fist-sized transparent glass jars hung from the hem of the long robe.

The jars were filled with a pale yellow liquid, and in each jar was a heart that was still twitching and beating slightly.

The man stopped beside the wreckage of Tie Hu.

He stretched out his forked tongue and licked the bloody scent that permeated the air.

"It's completely dead. Its vitality is lost too quickly. It's a really poor and violent method."

He looked up.

Greed almost overflowed from those large, conspicuous eyes, which were covered in bloodshot veins.

【Dawn of Flesh and Blood, the Eighth Apostle: Bloodbat】.

Fifth-tier peak, mutated mutant.

The blood bat circled Qin Meng for half a circle, its nostrils flapping violently, as if it had caught the aroma of top-quality ingredients.

"This body, this texture..."

Blood Bat's withered fingers traced the outline of Qin Meng's muscles in the air.

"Such a powerful physical body, yet there is not a single fluctuation of qi and blood."

"He is not a martial artist, and there is no obvious leakage of elemental energy."

"Is this a superpower? Or some kind of unrecorded genetic mutation?"

The blood bat stopped in its tracks, its Adam's apple bobbing dramatically.

He was rapidly conducting a mental simulation.

According to Zhao's intelligence, Qin Meng killed Lei Bao on the cross-river bridge.

But that idiot Lei Bao, who always relied on the explosive power of the elemental type and was arrogant, is not surprising to be killed by a close-range sneak attack from such a heavily armored warrior.

The Qin Meng before me had a dark gold skin and extremely high bone density.

But this only applies to its amazing defensive capabilities.

Before the forbidden techniques of the Dawn of Flesh and Blood, even the hardest shell is just a layer of wrapping paper.

The blood bat extended its right hand, covered in fine black scales, and pointed it at Qin Meng's chest.

"That piece of trash, Ghost Blade, is probably dead at your hands."

"As compensation, I will offer you to me."

"I will peel off your skin completely and make it into the most magnificent collection in the organization."

Qin Meng listened to these shouts, but his expression remained unchanged.

These non-human creatures seem to have an extremely strong desire to express themselves before they die.

He felt the boiling blood and energy within his body.

A physique of 130 points, under the continuous high temperature, created a visually distorted effect on the surrounding air.

Every cell craved the feedback that killing would bring.

"That's what that ninth-ranked bastard of yours said just now."

Qin Meng spoke, his voice rough.

His right foot sank slightly, and the cement floor cracked silently beneath his feet.

"Oh? Was he as elegant as I was when he died?"

The blood bat let out a strange laugh.

His cloak suddenly opened, revealing two pairs of mutated fleshy wings as thin as cicada wings.

The fleshy wings were covered with barbs, each barb gleaming with a ghostly green poisonous light.

"I'll show you the difference between a peak fifth-tier cultivator and those trash..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Qin Meng's figure disappeared from the spot.

This disappearance is not a metaphor, but a physical phenomenon where the retina cannot capture it.

In a fraction of a second, Qin Meng's two-meter-tall body shattered the air.

A huge sonic boom exploded inside the factory.

White ripples of air spread wildly in all directions, scattering the wooden table fragments and body parts scattered on the ground.

The blood bat's large, unusual eyes suddenly contracted.

In his perceived world, the originally still dark gold giant suddenly transformed into a rapidly moving mountain.

This explosive power completely transcends the scope of biology.

There's no escaping it.

The blood bat flapped its fleshy wings frantically, trying to create distance.

however.

A dark golden hand had already pierced through the obstruction of the airflow and precisely gripped the blood bat's slender neck.

Qin Meng clenched his five fingers.

The fingertips rubbed against the black scales on the blood bat's neck, producing a series of teeth-grinding metallic scraping sounds.

"You talk too much nonsense."

Qin Meng's voice boomed in Blood Bat's ears.

The greed in the blood bat's eyes was replaced by extreme terror at this moment.

His supernatural powers erupted in an instant, and countless red blood vessels emerged from his pores, attempting to pierce Qin Meng's arm.

But the moment those blood vessels, strong enough to corrode steel, touched the dark gold skin, they withered and broke off as if hitting a red-hot iron plate.

[Advanced Copper Skin Effect Triggered: Ignores Mid-Tier Mutant Toxin Corrosion]

Qin Meng exerted force with his left hand.

With one arm, he lifted the shriveled monster, weighing over 100 pounds, off the ground.

The concrete ground beneath their feet, unable to withstand the explosive reaction force, collapsed another twenty centimeters.

Qin Meng tilted his head and stared directly at Blood Bat's face, which was contorted with suffocation.

"Your heart is in good condition."

Qin Meng slowly clenched his right palm into a fist.

"But I prefer the sound of bones breaking."

The blood bat kicked wildly in mid-air.

He tried to open his mouth and spray corrosive acid.

Qin Meng neither dodged nor avoided.

The fist, accompanied by a whistling sound that seemed to tear through space, slammed down onto the blood bat's chest.

This punch.

It contains a total of 130 points of physical strength in absolute kinetic energy.

boom!

The dull thud of flesh hitting flesh made the entire corrugated iron factory shake violently.

The rust that had accumulated on the roof clattered down like a gray, iron-colored rain.

The blood bat's ribs instantly turned to powder.

The dark red robe shattered into countless fragments under the force of the punch.

The string of glass jars hanging from her waist shattered under the impact.

The remaining heart fell to the ground and was instantly crushed into a pulp by the violent force.

The blood bat's body is shaped like an exaggerated V, with a large area of ​​its spine protruding outwards.

He looked like a cannonball that had been launched.

boom.

The blood bat flew a distance of thirty meters and crashed heavily into the load-bearing steel column at the end of the factory building.

The solid steel column, one meter in diameter, was hit and left with a noticeable dent.

The blood bat slid limply down, sinking into the deformed steel, the blood clots spurting from its mouth mixed with a large number of fragments of internal organs.

Before he could even catch his breath.

Qin Meng's enormous shadow had once again loomed over his vision.

With each step taken, the ground seemed to groan.