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

He slammed his right foot onto the deck, causing the entire hundred-meter-long ship to sink half a meter, his black fist meeting the two cyan qi-wielding longswords head-on.

The two peak seventh-tier elders did not retreat. Their gray robes instantly ripped apart, revealing withered muscles resembling gnarled roots of an old tree.

Two extremely dense streams of azure energy erupted from their bodies and rapidly converged in mid-air.

"The Black Tortoise Formation!"

A semi-transparent protective aura, half a meter thick, suddenly formed on the narrow deck.

This formation completely sealed off Qin Meng and the surrounding ten-meter space.

The air inside the formation was compressed to an extreme degree, and the air pressure soared dozens of times in an instant, forming a visible white vortex of airflow.

The special steel plates on the deck surface emitted a piercing metallic cracking sound.

Large slabs of titanium alloy rivets were propelled by the internal high pressure and indiscriminately sprayed in all directions, turning the adjacent bulkheads into sieves.

This level of combined attack formation does not pursue lethality, but only absolute restriction.

The formation can reflect all kinetic energy attacks inside back intact.

The greater the attacker's power, the stronger the backlash. This is a deadly formation specifically developed by the Zhao family to hunt down top-tier mutants whose bodies have undergone physical mutation.

Two cyan longswords slashed at Qin Meng's black fist.

A tremendous air explosion ripped through the sealed array.

With nowhere to dissipate, the air currents could only bounce wildly back and forth within the half-meter-thick protective aura.

Qin Meng's absolute strength of 300 points of physique collided head-on with two peak seventh-order qi.

The physical kinetic energy and the true qi clashed violently, creating a crater several meters deep in the center of the deck.

boom!

The recoil propelled Qin Meng's body backward. He smashed through the protective barrier at the edge of the formation and was sent flying backward.

After crashing through three five-inch-thick alloy explosion-proof doors, Qin Meng's body slammed into the burning wreckage of instruments in the main control room.

Countless heavy metal beams crashed down, high-voltage cables snapped and spewed out large blue arcs of electricity, and thick smoke and flames instantly engulfed him completely.

Behind the bulletproof glass, 100 meters away.

Zhao Tianci gripped the edge of the communications station tightly.

His knuckles turned blue from excessive force.

We should have won.

The backlash from the Xuanwu Formation, a seventh-tier peak offering, combined with the impact of this level of high-altitude fall.

No matter how strong that low-level thug's body is, it's impossible for him to survive the backlash from his own full-force attack unscathed.

People from the bottom class are just that—people from the bottom class. They only know how to use brute force and have no idea what true martial arts foundation is.

Zhao Tianci quickly reached into the inside pocket of his suit jacket, his fingers touching a cold glass test tube.

It contained an ounce of dark red liquid.

This is the "Divine Blood Elixir," a top-secret extraction from the core of a ninth-order mutant by the provincial capital's laboratory.

He didn't plan to inject it now. The side effects of this stuff would burn half of his nervous system and could even drive him insane, turning him into a monster.

If only those two worshippers can hold out for five minutes.

Five minutes later, the powerless airship will crash into the waters north of Jiangcheng below.

He could have easily taken advantage of the chaos to activate the single-person escape pod and evacuate into the water.

Survive. Go back to the provincial capital.

He is the son of the head of the Zhao family in the provincial capital; he cannot die in this small place.

In the ruins of the main control room, the fiercely burning orange-red flames suddenly and eerily stopped.

A bunch of twisted titanium alloy supports were pushed aside by a black hand.

sizzle.

The moment the hand touched the metal, five indented finger marks were instantly melted into the titanium alloy surface, and molten iron dripped down the edges of the wreckage.

Qin Meng emerged from the sea of ​​fire.

He had no injuries whatsoever.

On the surface of that jet-black skin, streaks of dark red blood energy had condensed into intricate, tangible patterns.

These lines spread along the direction of his muscle fibers, radiating a terrifyingly high temperature.

[Battle-hardened Body Triggered. 30% of the high-frequency kinetic energy vibrations are converted into physical strength feedback.]

The steel plate beneath Qin Meng's feet began to turn red, and then softened over a large area.

Under the extreme catalysis of the five layers of power feedback, his body temperature has exceeded one hundred degrees Celsius.

The cold air around him vaporized instantly upon contact with his skin, turning into large plumes of white steam. With each step he took, a molten, charred footprint was left on the metal beneath his feet.

The two guardians stood still, their aura fluctuating violently and their breathing becoming extremely heavy.

This thug absorbed all the backlash from the Xuanwu Formation.

Not only was he completely unharmed, but the energy fluctuations on his body were even doubled compared to before.

This monster, which completely violates the law of conservation of energy, cannot be deduced using common sense.

"Retreat!" the guardian on the left shouted. He pushed his hands outward, preparing to completely dispel the formation and use the inertia of the airship's descent to create distance and find an opportunity to fight.

Qin Meng's right foot slammed heavily into the softened deck.

The ability to step into the air is activated.

boom!

A white sonic boom cloud exploded on the spot. The special steel plate was trampled, leaving a crater two meters in diameter, and the underlying structural frame completely collapsed.

Qin Meng's body broke the sound barrier, leaving a dark red afterimage in mid-air, and instantly cut into the space half a meter in front of the left-hand altar.

The deadly heat was overwhelming. Even the offering seemed to stop breathing.

He frantically channeled all the true energy within his body, stacking three thick, cyan qi shields in front of his chest.

The first layer absorbs the impact, the second layer counteracts the shock, and the third layer solidifies the shield. Each shield is strong enough to withstand a direct hit from an armor-piercing round from a main battle tank.

Qin Meng raised his right hand, his five fingers spread open.

There are no martial arts techniques or moves involved; it's purely physical mass combined with temperatures exceeding 100 degrees Celsius.

Five black fingers pressed directly onto the first layer of force-dissipating shield.

Crack. The force-dissipating mechanism couldn't even hold for a millisecond, and the protective shield shattered like thin ice.

Qin Meng's arm continued to advance. The second layer of the shock shield exploded, the powerful recoil striking Qin Meng's dark skin, instantly absorbed by his battle-hardened body and converted into new heat. The third layer of the solidified shield shattered.

Before the offering could even take a step back, those five scorching fingers had already pierced through the tough skin and muscles of his chest, forcefully snapping his sternum, which had been tempered and refined over countless trials.

puff.

A large amount of scalding hot blood gushed from the offering's mouth, splashing onto Qin Meng's dark chest and instantly evaporating into white mist.

Qin Meng twisted his wrist inward, his five fingers closing inside the chest cavity of the offering, and then suddenly pulled outward.

A string of flesh and blood, mixed with broken bones, was ripped out. In Qin Meng's palm lay a heart that was still beating rapidly.

He squeezed with all his might, and with a muffled thud, his heart was crushed into a blurry mass of flesh and blood.

The seventh-tier peak retainer died on the spot.

The body slammed onto the red-hot metal deck, its chest cavity ruptured, spewing out fragments of internal organs and scalding blood.

It took less than a second.

Behind the bulletproof glass a hundred meters away, Zhao Tianci gripped the Divine Blood Potion tightly, his fingers pressing white marks into the glass tube.

The original plan was to have the two worshippers delay for five minutes.

Reality didn't even last a second.

Forget about martial arts foundation. Forget about the demeanor of a master.

Zhao Tianci turned around and kicked open the back door of the control room. He ran so fast that one of his high-end leather shoes flew off. He tumbled and crawled toward the emergency escape pod.

With his seatbelt fastened, he slapped the red ejection button.

The escape pod spewed out a jet of hot air, smashed through the armor plating on the bottom of the airship, and plummeted headfirst into the night. The escape maneuver was remarkably precise.

The afterglow of the escape pod was reflected on the retina enshrined on the right.

The old man, who had made a name for himself amidst the carnage in the provincial capital, was trembling uncontrollably in the muscles of his legs.

He couldn't win. Even the young master abandoned him and ran away; staying here would only be sending him to his death.

He turned around, channeled his inner energy, smashed through the rickety isolation door on the side of the airship, and jumped into the air at an altitude of 10,000 meters without looking back.