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

Half an hour later, the bulletproof glass door of the private room slid open to both sides.

Ye Wujiang walked at the front.

Zhao Wuwei followed closely behind.

Jiang Nuonuo was last.

Qin Meng lay on the steel surface covered in oil and dust.

No sound was made.

His 194 points of physique allowed him to control every muscle at a microscopic level.

He deliberately blocked out the screams and shouts of the gamblers in the octagon below.

He only captures the heartbeats and footsteps of three people.

Deduction.

Ye Wujiang, rumored to be a sixth-tier martial artist, is accompanied by two peak fifth-tier deputy directors, and has bodyguards lurking in the shadows. He's the toughest.

Zhao Wuwei walked with a light gait and was not very strong, but the follower behind him who always kept his head down had a very slow heartbeat.

The footsteps were almost inaudible, and the path of his blood circulation was the same as Ye Wujiang's, indicating that he was also a sixth-level martial artist.

Jiang Nuo Nuo.

No cultivation level, just an ordinary person.

The only person accompanying them was an elderly man in a blue Tang suit, who was probably also at the sixth level. These big shots from the provincial capital even had bodyguards who were the strongest in Jiangcheng.

Qin Meng watched Jiang Nuonuo's retreating figure.

These arrogant people treated Jiangcheng like a playground.

Since that's the case, let's start with this ordinary person.

Qin Meng's body slid silently along the steel beam.

Following the direction of the ventilation ducts, we went all the way to the private VIP parking garage on the third basement level.

The garage is very large.

There were twelve black SUVs parked around.

In the very center is an extended bulletproof van. The body is painted pure white.

Several boxing ring security guards in black suits were waiting by the car.

"Open the car door quickly."

Jiang Nuonuo took out a white handkerchief and covered her nose.

Is the ventilation system here broken?

She stopped and looked around at the concrete pillars.

"The smell of sewage and the sweat of those poor, downtrodden people is so strong that every breath I take will shorten my lifespan by a few years. I need to get out of this filthy place as soon as possible."

The security guard next to them quickly opened the back door of the van.

An elderly man in a blue Tang suit walked half a step to Jiang Nuonuo's right.

The old man suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He stomped his right foot heavily on the cement floor.

boom.

A layer of solidified cyan energy exploded from the old man's body.

The air blast swirled wildly in all directions.

Large cracks appeared in the windows of three black SUVs nearby at the same time.

It shattered into pieces on the ground.

The old man suddenly looked up.

Lock the row of aluminum ventilation louvers at the top of the garage.

"Where did this rat come from, daring to spy on the Jiang family here?"

The old man's hands hung limply. His bones made a series of popping sounds.

"Get down here and face your death!"

The sound waves echoed within the enclosed garage.

It was accompanied by the internal energy of a sixth-level martial artist.

Several security guards who were pulling the car doors were so shocked by the oppressive force that their ears bled.

They stumbled backward and fell to the ground.

The security guards covered their ears and stared at the old man who was making a scene.

The sixth-ranking offering in the provincial capital.

A single roar can shatter bulletproof glass.

A master of this caliber is practically untouchable in Jiangcheng.

Jiang Nuonuo stood behind the old man. Her azure aura blocked out all the dust.

She folded the handkerchief twice and put it in her bag.

"Uncle Jiang, don't make it too bloody."

Jiang Nuonuo reached out and straightened her skirt.

"This place already smells bad. If it gets covered in blood, it'll stain my white dress."

The old man's hands were surrounded by azure energy.

"Don't worry, Miss."

boom!

The aluminum louvers on the garage roof, along with the surrounding half-meter-wide concrete ceiling, were blown outwards at the same time.

A figure with dark gold hair fell vertically from a height of twenty meters.

There was no buffering action.

Both feet landed straight on the concrete ground in front of the van.

Loud noise.

The high-strength cement floor instantly caved in.

Two craters, each over one meter in diameter, were blasted out.

The large cracks radiated outwards for more than ten meters.

The pebbles struck the bulletproof steel plates of the van, leaving dents.

Qin Meng straightened up from the deep pit.

He is 1.9 meters tall.

His body was covered in bulging muscles.

Under the dim lights of the garage, his dark, golden skin had an indestructible metallic sheen.

The extremely high body surface temperature brought by the 194 points of physical strength scorched the surrounding air, causing it to distort and deform.

White, high-temperature steam emanated from his body.

He rotated his neck.

It makes a tooth-grinding metallic scraping sound.

Locking onto Jiang Nuonuo's face.

The old man was forced back half a step by the sudden heat wave.

What is that?

There was not a trace of martial arts internal energy in this person's body.

Only pure physical strength.

Body cultivator? Or a body enhancement-type ability user?

"A lowly commoner who pretends to be a shaman."

The old man scoffed.

Even if a body cultivator without internal energy trains until death, they cannot withstand a single blow from a sixth-level internal energy.

The old man raised his right arm.

The sixth-order Qi converged wildly along his entire right arm.

A brilliant blue light shone forth, condensing into a translucent air blade a meter long.

The surrounding air was sliced ​​apart by the air blades, emitting a piercing hiss.

"Splittering Monument!"

The old man exerted force with his feet, creating a large crater in the cement ground.

His entire body transformed into a bluish-green afterimage.

The sound barrier has been broken.

A meter-long cyan energy blade slashed straight at Qin Meng's neck.

Extremely fast.

The security guards who had fallen to the ground could only see a flash of blue light.

With this one strike, a person would definitely be split in two from head to toe.

Jiang Nuonuo crossed her arms over her chest, waiting to see the filthy head roll off.

Qin Meng did not dodge.

His hands remained hanging at his sides.

clang!!!

An extremely piercing sound of metal clashing against metal echoed through the garage.

Sparks flew everywhere.

The cyan energy blade slashed hard at the side of Qin Meng's dark gold hair and black neck.

The anticipated scene of the body being severed from its head did not occur.

The air blade encountered an insurmountable physical barrier the moment it made contact with the skin.

Intermediate Iron Bones. High-Grade Copper Skin.

The reaction force flows back along the air blade.

The air blade shattered inch by inch from the point of contact.

The azure energy shattered into countless fragments, scattering in all directions and leaving deep cuts on the cement pillars.

The old man remained in a chopping posture.

The bones in his entire right arm were completely numb from the recoil, and he almost dislocated.

The old man stared at Qin Meng's neck.

On that dark gold skin, there was only a small scratch, and even more surprisingly, it healed almost instantly.

This is impossible!

The old man's mind went blank for a moment.

His monument-splitting strike once cut a light armored vehicle in two.

How can his body be so strong?

The security personnel gaped open.

It couldn't make a sound.

They were just standing there letting you chop them down, and your inner energy shattered? What happened to the promised sixth rank?

Jiang Nuonuo's finger stopped in mid-air.

His lips were slightly parted.

The arrogant, contemptuous smile that had been on his face vanished completely.

Qin Meng raised his right arm.

Muscle fibers complete over-limit contraction in a very short time.

To deal with an ordinary human martial artist like this, you don't need to exhaust all your strength.

Seventy percent is enough.

He threw out his right fist.

The most direct straight punch.

Derivative trait: Punch Wind.

The air in front of Qin Meng's right fist was instantly sucked away.

Absolute force compresses air molecules to their limit.

A white, high-pressure column of air burst forth from Qin Meng's fist.

The sonic boom echoed through the enclosed garage, shattering the windows of all the off-road vehicles.

The distance is too close.

The speed of the air column far exceeds the speed of sound.

The old man was unable to make any dodging movements.

The white column of air struck the old man directly in the chest.

The remaining protective aura was as thin as a sheet of paper, offering no resistance for even a fraction of a second before being completely annihilated.

The sternum was shattered.

Spinal fracture.

The column of air pierced through the old man's upper body.

The old man's lower body remained stationary, his legs still in a horse stance.

The upper body, along with the head and arms, had already turned into an extremely fine cloud of blood mist within the white column of energy.

[Slayed a Tier 6 Thug, Violence Value +12000]