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

The Third Apostle's mouth split open again. Four rows of fangs gleamed in the morning light.

"You just moved the battlefield from underground to the surface."

"It's because we're afraid the aftershocks might hurt those kids."

Qin Meng pressed down with his foot. The muddy ground cracked.

late.

The Third Apostle's 3.5-meter-tall body had already turned.

All four arms braced against the ground. The entire body propelled itself toward the pit at an extreme speed defying the limits of human form.

It wasn't heading straight for Qin Meng.

It rushed downwards. It rushed towards the children in those iron cages.

Qin Meng unleashed his full speed.

One hundred and ninety-four points of physique propelled the ultimate maneuver, which exploded into a white sonic boom across the wilderness.

He cut horizontally, attempting to block the Third Apostle from the pit.

in time.

The speed is sufficient.

Qin Meng's body moved half a step ahead, blocking the entrance to the pit.

The Third Apostle did not slow down. His ossified forearm, on his upper right arm, rose high.

All the patterns on the dark purple carapace surface simultaneously shone at their brightest. The immense life energy drawn from the blood pool was compressed into a single point at this moment.

One punch.

It wasn't aimed at Qin Meng.

It was aimed at the ground beneath Qin Meng's feet. It was aimed at the edge of the pit.

They fired at the passage leading to the underground air-raid shelter.

The intention was so clear it was cruel.

There's no need to crawl inside. Just one punch is enough to shatter the rock layers around the pit, causing the entire air-raid shelter to collapse.

With dozens of meters of rock and concrete poured in, the children in the iron cages had no room to struggle.

Qin Meng's brain completed the deduction in 0.01 seconds.

Dodge. Safe.

But the ground beneath their feet would be pierced by this punch, the collapse would be irreversible, and all the children would die.

Parry. Risky.

This punch gathered almost all of the Third Apostle's energy reserves after his transformation.

The destructive power of a single burst of fire far exceeds that of any previous encounter.

There is no third option.

Qin Meng did not dodge.

His feet were firmly planted on the edge of the pit entrance. He sank into a horse stance.

Lower the center of gravity to its lowest point.

The left arm is held horizontally in front of the body.

The right arm protects the waist and abdomen.

Hard connection.

The Third Apostle's dark purple, ossified forearm, carrying a terrifying force capable of crushing a sixth-tier defense, struck precisely at the junction of Qin Meng's left arm and chest.

boom!!!

Metal and stone clashing.

Qin Meng's 206 bones simultaneously emitted a thunderous roar.

The intermediate-level Iron Bone was pushed to its limit under extreme impact.

The high-density mineralized structure inside the bones resonated wildly, emitting a metallic sound that penetrated the skin and flesh, penetrated the air, and acted directly on the physical level.

The sound carried for kilometers across the desolate wilderness at dawn.

The scattered pebbles nearby bounced in the sound waves.

Qin Meng's feet plowed two trenches, each a meter deep, into the ground.

The soil churned. Gravel flew everywhere.

The ravine extends twelve meters beyond the edge of the pit.

But he did not back down.

Not a single step.

After ploughing twelve meters with both feet, he became firmly embedded in the rocks deep in the soil.

The whole body leans forward, and the center of gravity is extremely low.

The dark gold skin surface was covered with countless tiny cracks.

High-temperature steam gushed out from the crack.

The bones in my left arm weren't broken. The intermediate-level iron bone held me up. But a burning pain shot through my left abdomen.

Qin Meng lowered his head.

Left abdomen.

A fist-sized, penetrating wound. Dark gold skin was torn apart.

The high-grade copper skin was forcibly broken by that single-point burst of damage.

The tissues inside the abdominal cavity are exposed to the air.

Blood gushed out and instantly evaporated into red mist under the scorching heat of the body surface.

At the edge of the penetrating wound in the left abdomen, new muscle fibers are growing at a visible rate.

Dark gold skin slowly spread from the periphery of the wound towards the center.

Miraculous healing.

The regenerative properties at the level of limb regeneration are at work.

However, the wound was too large, which slowed down the healing process.

It takes at least fifteen seconds for the wound to heal completely.

The Third Apostle withdrew his fist. His dark purple bony arm was stained with Qin Meng's blood.

It looked down at its own fist.

The blood fell onto the dark purple carapace, making a hissing sound as it evaporated.

"It's finally broken."

The third apostle raised his head.

Those two dark red vertical pupils were fixed on the slowly healing wound on Qin Meng's left abdomen. Four rows of fangs were neatly arranged in the morning light.

"As expected. You have a weakness."

"Once I set my sights on them, you'll have no choice but to stand there and take the beating."

The Third Apostle took a step. Its four arms opened again. The patterns on its dark purple armor began a new round of charging.

"Then I'll try again."

"This time, I'll pull your spine out of that hole."

Qin Meng stood still. The wound on his left abdomen had already closed up to one-third of its original size.

The newly formed muscle tissue hardens rapidly under the high temperature on the body surface, and is covered with a layer of dark golden luster again.

pain.

But it's not unbearable pain.

Being stabbed in the ribs with a steel pipe in prison is ten times more painful than this.

The Third Apostle's judgment was correct.

As long as those children are still underground, Qin Meng has another Achilles' heel.

Then we won't give it a second chance to aim.

Qin Meng slowly stretched his right arm backward.

It's not a fist bump.

It's being compressed.

The punch from the meat processing plant blasted through the air at a height of 300 meters, turning the blood bat, bones and wings intact, into a shower of minced meat.

That was the first time he used his fist wind technique.

This is also the only time so far.

the reason is simple.

This is no ordinary punch.

One hundred and ninety-four points of physique may sound exaggerated, but the essence of the punch is to compress the maximum output of every muscle fiber in the body into a single point, and then release it all at once to compress the air in front of you into a tangible killing column.

All the strength in my body.

Not a single one can be left.

After that fight with the blood bats at the meat processing plant, his right arm was numb and sore for over forty seconds. Forty seconds doesn't sound like a long time.

However, when fighting against a peak fifth-tier opponent, forty seconds is enough to kill eight times over.

Previous examples include Ghost Blade and Iron Tiger.

Standing in front of him, one punch after another, no need to reveal your trump card.

But this thing in front of me is different.

Sixth-order complete form. The hardness of the carapace doubles after the metamorphosis.

The energy accumulated in the blood pool over three years is still supporting the body's repair process.

A punch can create three cracks, which will heal in a fraction of a second.

If this style of play continues, he may not necessarily lose, but the game will drag on indefinitely.

He doesn't have time.

The children underground didn't have time either.

So—only this one punch.

Once you launch an attack, there's no turning back.

All my strength vanished. My right arm briefly went out of control.

A second effective attack cannot be launched for at least twenty seconds.

Twenty seconds.

If this punch doesn't kill it, it will only be able to stand there and take the beating for the next twenty seconds.

Qin Meng did not hesitate.

The core muscle groups in the waist and abdomen begin to contract wildly.

This is the most painful stage.

It's not pain from an external injury.

It's the dull pain of each muscle fiber being actively compressed to its physical limit, tearing and then rebuilding from the inside.

The deep muscle groups on both sides of the spine tighten layer by layer, and the latissimus dorsi, external oblique, iliopsoas, and all the muscles involved in trunk rotation and force transmission are all overloaded.

The bones are resonating.

The intermediate-sized iron frame is subjected to internal stress caused by the reverse compression of the muscles.

If it were an ordinary person's frame, the ribs would have already been broken by their own muscles during the entire power-gathering process.

Every muscle fiber compressed to its limit releases energy far exceeding biological limits.

The power ascended upwards along the great dragon of the spine.

Lower back. Back. Shoulder blade. Deltoid muscle. Triceps brachii.

Layer upon layer.

Connecting section by section.

All the power was converging on the right arm.

The muscles in his right arm had swollen to an abnormal size. His dark, golden skin was stretched taut, and the lines on its surface were clearly visible.

Qin Meng clenched his teeth.

The veins in his temples were bulging.

This punch didn't contain 80% of its force.

That's all.

Not a single drop will be left.