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

The armed men on the perimeter collectively gasped in shock.

The hand holding the rifle trembled violently and uncontrollably.

This is not human at all.

Qin Meng raised his head and locked his gaze on the blast-proof armored vehicle weighing over ten tons directly in front of him.

He stomped his right leg hard. A deep crater was blasted open in the ground.

He burst out despite the dense hail of bullets from the heavy machine gun.

The distance closed in an instant. Qin Meng reached out with both hands, his ten dark gold fingers digging directly into the special steel plates of the armored vehicle's chassis.

The muscles in both arms expand to their maximum extent, generating force.

crunch--

A sickening metallic tearing sound echoed through the night sky. Qin Meng lifted the blast-proof armored vehicle, weighing over ten tons, overhead.

He twisted his waist suddenly and threw his arms forward.

The massive steel structure flew out with terrifying wind pressure and slammed into the other two armored vehicles.

Boom!

A series of massive explosions engulfed the entire street. Flames shot into the sky.

The remaining armed personnel on the perimeter didn't even have time to scream before they were crushed into mincemeat by the steel debris of their own men.

The efficiency of the massacre was despairing.

Inside the control tower.

The wine glass in Ye Wujiang's hand was instantly crushed into powder by his internal energy. The red wine dripped down his fingers.

He was absolutely furious.

His martial arts cultivation, at the peak of the sixth rank and faintly approaching the seventh rank, erupted in full force.

A surge of azure energy erupted from his body, shattering the bulletproof glass of the command tower.

"court death!"

Ye Wujiang transformed into a streak of azure light and leaped down from the tower. He traversed a distance of over a thousand meters, heading straight for the burning ruins of the street.

The solidified, thick aura surrounding him pushed away all the air in his path.

He stood high above, gathering all his cultivation in his right fist, unleashing a terrifying power capable of cutting through gold and jade, and slammed it towards Qin Meng's crown.

The depth of the province's top genius was fully revealed in this strike.

Qin Meng raised his head and looked up at the blue light descending from the sky.

Expressionless.

He didn't even use the "Fist Wind" characteristic. He simply gathered all the pure power of his 227 points of physique, combined with the berserk blood energy that his "Hundred Battles Body" had just absorbed and superimposed, onto his right fist.

He braced himself with his legs planted firmly, lowering his waist. He then launched a direct, head-on attack from below.

The two fists collided violently in mid-air.

There was no stalemate. There was no suspense whatsoever.

The power accumulated from a hundred battles surged forth like a tsunami bursting its banks, instantly tearing apart Ye Wujiang's offensive.

Click!

Ye Wujiang's proud sixth-order protective qi, which was strong enough to withstand heavy artillery fire, shattered inch by inch the moment it came into contact with Qin Meng's dark gold fist.

The overwhelming physical force flowed directly from the fist into Ye Wujiang's right arm.

The sound of bones breaking rang out in rapid succession.

Ye Wujiang's entire right arm bones exhibited an extremely bizarre spiral twist.

The forearm bone pierced the skin and was exposed to the air.

"puff--"

A large mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs gushed out of Ye Wujiang's mouth.

He was thrown backward at twice the speed he had come from, crashing through the load-bearing wall of a three-story shop on the street and being buried under the rubble.

The remaining Ye family informants in the distance felt a chill run down their spines and their scalps tingle when they saw this scene.

The most dazzling genius in the provincial capital. Director of the Jiangcheng Patrol and Inspection Division.

All his pride and invincible aura were shattered by a lowly thug with the most primal physical force.

Qin Meng retracted his right fist. Dark red blood energy churned on his body.

He took a step forward, ready to walk straight over and crush Ye Wujiang's head. To nip the problem in the bud.

Just as his right foot landed.

The extrasensory hearing brought by the 227 points of physical strength suddenly went into overdrive, sounding an alarm.

A terrifying aura, no less powerful than Jiang Shi's, surged violently from the direction of the city center, stimulated by Ye Wujiang's near-death experience.

Eighth-order protector.

Qin Meng's brain made a decision in 0.01 seconds.

The discrepancies in the panel data are obvious.

With the current stats, it's probably not enough to directly overwhelm a fully-equipped eighth-tier powerhouse.

I have cheat codes, why would I risk anything if I didn't use stats to crush you?

Qin Meng acted decisively and without hesitation.

He pulled his right foot back and stomped hard on the foundation.

boom!

A large area of ​​ground within a 50-meter radius collapsed. Municipal underground water pipes burst, sending water jets into the sky.

Dust and mist completely obscured the area's heat radiation and visibility.

Using the cover, Qin Meng unleashed supersonic kinetic energy with his legs, transforming into a dim afterimage as he decisively disengaged from the battlefield.

All that remained were the burning steel wreckage scattered across the ground, and Ye Wujiang's agonizing cries echoing through the ruins.

That night, the arrogance of the provincial capital's forces was utterly crushed.

The underground world of Jiangcheng fell silent because of this battle.

Half an hour later.

Deep within the slums of Jiangcheng's southern district, a hidden safe house converted from an abandoned air-raid shelter.

Qin Meng walked into the darkness.

He casually brushed the dust off his body. His muscles relaxed, and his dark golden-black skin gradually regained its normal visual texture, as the high-temperature blood and energy seeped into his bones.

A system notification pops up in the upper right corner of the retina.

[The special operations team was eliminated, heavy vehicles were destroyed, and a peak sixth-tier martial artist was severely injured.]

[Violence Value +35000]

This is another huge windfall. But as long as the threat of the eighth tier remains, it's far from enough.

Qin Meng walked to the rusty iron table in the corner. He took out the encrypted communicator that Jiang Nuonuo had given him earlier from his tactical pocket.

Press the power button. Enter the number.

The call was answered after only one ring. Jiang Nuonuo's suppressed, rapid breathing came from the other end, tinged with a sickly fear.

"Are you...you're alright?"

"Go and do two things immediately." Qin Meng's voice was cold and hard, without any unnecessary words.

"Find Zhao Tianci's exact coordinates."

"The core locations of four underground spiritual veins in the provincial capital have been identified."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone, followed by Jiang Nuonuo's altered voice.

"Okay... I'll check right away. See you at the abandoned dock in the South District at 10 PM tomorrow night."

Qin Meng crushed the communicator.

A spiritual vein. Eighth rank. One of the four major families in the provincial capital.

Since you set the rules, then let's use absolute violence to completely overturn this table.

......

Fragments of the communicator were still scattered at his feet.

Qin Meng lifted his leg and walked out of the safe house converted from an abandoned air-raid shelter.

The night in the southern district was so dark it was almost impenetrable.

He activated his extrasensory hearing.

The perception radius of 227 points of physical strength far exceeds that of any previous time.

The sound waves within an eight-kilometer radius were all converted into precise data and automatically modeled in the brain—in the northeast direction, the sound of armored tracks rolling over three main roads appeared simultaneously, circulating once every forty seconds with a uniform rhythm, which was the Ye family's old-fashioned blockade tactic.

On the west side, a drone's rotors hummed as it hovered low in the night sky, about sixty meters high, scanning a densely built-up area with thermal imaging.

At the special police outposts of the patrol department on the main road in the southern district, there are groups of officers every two hundred meters, and the sound of radio conversations can be heard continuously.

Even though Ye Wujiang's protective aura shield had been pierced by a single punch, he wasn't quite dead yet, but his men were already starting to act desperately.

The entire provincial capital is now frantically searching for a low-level thug in this muddy mess of Jiangcheng's southern district.