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

The two figures vanished from the spot at the same time.

boom!

A deafening bang, tearing through eardrums, exploded in the enclosed space.

Qin Meng's right fist collided head-on with the ossified forearm of the Third Apostle's upper left arm.

The shock wave spread outwards from the point of contact.

The remaining liquid in the blood pool was shaken into a cloud of blood mist.

The three iron cages slid seven or eight meters in the blast wave, crashing into the concrete wall with a screeching sound.

The children in the cage were tossed and turned.

Qin Meng's right arm felt slightly numb.

This is the first time I've felt resistance in a pure clash of strength since my physique broke through the hundred mark.

A fine crack appeared on the Third Apostle's ossified forearm.

Dark red blood seeped from the cracks.

But the crack healed within 0.3 seconds.

"interesting."

The third apostle's mouth, which runs from the split in his left ear to the gap in his right ear, curves upwards.

Three rows of fangs gleamed in the dark red light.

"A human body actually managed to withstand my first attack after I woke up."

All four arms swung out simultaneously.

Two thick, bony arms swept across Qin Meng's head.

The two thin bone spurs below pierced Qin Meng's abdomen.

Four attack angles. Four different forces.

Qin Meng did not retreat.

The right fist meets the left bony arm.

Use your left elbow to block your right bony arm.

I ate two bone spurs in my abdomen.

Ding. Ding.

Two bone spurs struck the dark gold-colored abdominal muscles, their tips instantly shattering.

Bones splattered onto the Third Apostle's carapace.

Using the momentum from his block, Qin Meng's left fist struck the Third Apostle squarely in the chest.

boom!

Spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the dark red armor on the Third Apostle's chest.

The massive 3.2-meter-tall body slid backward five meters.

Two deep furrows were plowed into the bottom of the dried-up pool of blood by his feet.

But it didn't fall.

He braced himself with his four arms on the ground to steady himself.

"Great! What an iron-clad body!"

The third apostle stood upright.

The crack on his chest was rapidly repaired by the pulsating patterns.

The dark red carapace was restored to its original state.

"Your bone density is higher than any sixth-level martial artist I've ever seen."

"Your muscle output completely exceeds the limits of carbon-based life forms."

The third apostle stepped forward. With each step, the foundation groaned in pain.

"This kind of physique cannot be achieved through pure training."

You have a secret.

Qin Meng did not respond.

His attention was not on the Third Apostle.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the three iron cages that had been slammed into the corner of the wall.

The cage is deformed.

Several children were squeezed between twisted iron bars, unable to move.

The disabled little girl was trapped at the bottom of the cage, her lips were purple, and she was breathing rapidly.

The underground space is too small.

The shockwaves generated by this level of combat would be repeatedly amplified and reflected in a confined space.

The iron cage couldn't stop them. It couldn't stop those children who were so thin they were just skin and bones.

If the fighting continues, the aftershocks alone will kill all these children, even without the Third Apostle's intervention.

Qin Meng pressed down with his foot.

His figure shot out.

But it did not rush towards the Third Apostle.

Instead, it rushes towards the top of the head.

All 194 points of physical strength were poured into his right fist.

He punched the several-meter-thick rock layer and concrete dome above his head.

Boom!!!

The entire air-raid shelter trembled violently. A large hole, three meters in diameter, was blasted open in the center of the dome.

Gravel, soil, and remnants of reinforced concrete cascaded down like a waterfall.

Qin Meng didn't stop. He pushed off with his legs again.

My body rushed straight up through the torrent of rubble, along the newly blasted path.

His fists pounded against the rock formations above his head.

One meter. Two meters. Five meters.

Each punch shattered the hard rock. Debris and dirt cascaded down his sides.

eight meters.

The right fist struck out one last time.

boom.

The fist pierced the last layer of soil. A cold night wind rushed in.

Qin Meng was blown out of the ground.

Gravel and mud splattered in all directions.

His body flipped in mid-air before his feet landed firmly on the ground.

Beneath my feet was a small, grassy hill in the southern suburbs of the city.

A huge crater was blasted out of the center of the mound.

The bottom of the pit leads to the interior of the air-raid shelter, which is pitch black.

The cold wind before dawn swept across the dark, golden skin. The high temperature on the skin caused the moisture in the wind to evaporate into a white mist.

Qin Meng looked up.

A hint of gray appeared on the eastern horizon.

Very good. On the ground, in an open area.

We can now act freely.

A deafening roar came from deep underground.

The mound began to tremble violently.

Large areas of soil collapsed at the edge of the pit.

A dark red figure shot into the sky from the ground.

The Third Apostle's four arms pushed open the pit walls, and its massive 3.2-meter-tall body shattered the edge of the pit, shearing off a large chunk from the top of the entire mound.

Its dark red carapace was covered in dirt and pebbles, and it gleamed with a damp metallic sheen in the dim light of dawn.

Three curved bony horns drew a deformed outline against the backdrop of the sky.

The third apostle landed on the slope of the mound. His four feet sank deep into the mud.

Those two deep-set, dark red vertical pupils locked onto Qin Meng, who was twenty meters away.

The Third Apostle glanced down at the collapsed mound beneath his feet, then swept his gaze across the empty wilderness around him.

"For those few dying brats?"

Qin Meng stood still, his hands hanging at his sides.

His dark, golden skin radiated a visible heat wave in the morning breeze.

"Stop talking nonsense."

The Third Apostle did not act immediately.

Those two dark red vertical pupils scanned Qin Meng's body from head to toe.

From the top of the head to the soles of the feet. And from the soles of the feet to the top of the head.

That kind of scrutiny isn't about assessing a threat.

It is a process of appreciation.

"The human body... can actually be strengthened to this extent."

The Third Apostle slowly straightened up.

His 3.2-meter height cast a huge shadow in the morning light.

"I underwent seventeen genetic recombinations, devoured sixty-three hearts of rank four or higher, and soaked in the blood pool for three whole years. Only then did I acquire this rank six body."

"And you, a pure human who hasn't undergone any mutation or modification, actually managed to withstand my attack head-on."

"You must be hiding some kind of secret that could revolutionize biology."

The third apostle took a step. The earth beneath his feet cracked.

"but."

The scrutiny in his dark red vertical pupils vanished.

Instead, it was replaced by a condescending pity.

"No matter how much it is enhanced, the human body still has its limits."

"The limits of carbon-based skeletons. The upper limit of muscle fiber contraction. The upper limit of nerve conduction speed. These are all shackles written in our genes."

"You've pushed the human form to its limits. But what comes after that?"

The Third Apostle spread out his four arms.

The eerie patterns on the dark red carapace surface all lit up.

A terrifying sense of oppression, far exceeding what they had felt in the underground space, began to spread outwards.

The soil beneath Qin Meng's feet dried, cracked, and crumbled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The weeds within a ten-meter radius withered and turned yellow instantly.

"And my power is boundless!"