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

Ye Wujiang's eye twitched violently. It was an instinctive reaction after the dignity of someone in a high position had been utterly trampled upon.

He grabbed his tattered special operations uniform with both hands and yanked it outwards with a violent tug. With a tearing sound, the uniform shattered into pieces.

He wore a breastplate close to his body. The surface of the breastplate was engraved with hundreds of extremely complex runes, which were now emitting a dazzling blue light.

Ye Wujiang stared wide-eyed at Qin Meng, his eyes filled with hysterical madness.

"You surnamed Qin, don't think you can be so arrogant just because you injured me with a sneak attack before!" Ye Wujiang roared through gritted teeth, spittle flying everywhere. "Do you really think the Ye family of the provincial capital has no foundation?!"

Not far away, Li Shiyi raised his hand and forcefully wiped the blood from his face.

He subtly took half a step back, creating a significant distance between himself and Qin Meng.

The eighth-level true energy within his body began to compress rapidly. A muffled rumbling sound emanated from his meridians.

Li Shiyi turned his head and exchanged a glance with Zhao Wuwei. The two of them spread out in perfect unison, one on the left and one on the right, completely blocking all of Qin Meng's escape routes.

"Brother Ye, there's no need to play games with him." Li Shiyi's voice was icy, filled with chilling killing intent. "Let's directly use the prototype of the 'God-Slaying Formation.' This fiend must be annihilated here today!"

The moment the words left his mouth, Ye Wujiang roared. He reached into his waist with his right hand and crushed a jade talisman.

A violent surge of wood-elemental energy erupted from the jade talisman fragments. This energy rapidly intertwined and reformed in mid-air, instantly transforming into a towering, three-zhang-tall, azure, wrathful phantom of a divine king.

The illusory image of the Ming King completely enveloped Ye Wujiang at its center. The illusory image held a giant sword formed from pure qi aloft with both hands.

The giant sword, carrying the terrifying power to cleave mountains, slashed head-on at Qin Meng's head.

In the same millisecond, Li Shiyi burst forth from the flank with lightning speed. His ten fingers turned pure gold in an instant.

The sharp, unique rules of the eighth rank coiled around his fingertips, emitting a piercing shriek that tore through the air. Golden claws sliced ​​through the night sky, aiming straight for Qin Meng's vulnerable spot at the waist.

The deadly scheme between the two top geniuses of the provincial capital took shape in an instant.

The Great Sword of the Bright King and the Golden Claws slashed down simultaneously. The surrounding air was forcibly pushed aside by this extremely concentrated true energy. The space within dozens of meters around it experienced severe visual distortion under the absolute pressure.

Wang Shoucai lay prone in the muddy water in the distance, his fat body trembling violently, not daring to even lift his head.

Outside the ruins, the local spies who were secretly observing with high-powered binoculars held their breath.

This kind of all-encompassing eighth-tier combined attack possesses devastating destructive power. In their understanding, even a powerhouse at the early stage of the ninth tier would have to temporarily avoid its edge when faced with such a deadly situation.

Faced with the unavoidable attack, Qin Meng stood still. He didn't even raise a hand, nor did he make any blocking motion. He neither dodged nor evaded, but simply straightened his thick, dark chest to meet the attack head-on.

Clang! Clang!

Two extremely dull and loud metallic clangs resounded in the air above the mining area. Sparks flew everywhere.

The massive sword, imbued with qi, slammed heavily into Qin Meng's shoulder and neck. Golden claws precisely pierced Qin Meng's side.

On Qin Meng's dark gold skin, not even the epidermis was broken, leaving only two very faint white marks.

The "Battle-hardened Body" trait is automatically triggered the moment an attack is received. A terrifying 30% of the physical kinetic energy is directly absorbed by the subcutaneous muscle groups.

This enormous energy instantly transformed into even more violent physical strength, surging along Qin Meng's bones and blood vessels.

Ye Wujiang and Li Shiyi's expressions changed drastically at the same time. They were horrified to discover that their all-out attack not only failed to advance an inch, but was instead met with a backlash from an incomprehensible force. The two realized that their power was trapped in some kind of one-way devouring energy vortex.

A tremendous force rebounded. Li Shiyi's finger joints made a series of cracking sounds as they dislocated, and his pure golden blood energy was directly dispersed.

The illusory image of the Ming King outside Ye Wujiang let out a muffled mournful cry, and its blue surface was instantly covered with dense cracks.

The spies secretly watching all gasped in unison. Many of them twitched, completely unable to comprehend what was happening before their eyes.

"Is this all the foundation you have?" Qin Meng grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth, his smile menacing. "Too soft."

He completely ignored the golden claws still trembling at his waist.

His left hand shot out suddenly, moving at a speed that exceeded the limits of visual perception. He gripped the massive sword, formed from condensed true energy, with a fierce, sudden movement.

The monstrous strength of three hundred points of physique erupted suddenly. Qin Meng abruptly clenched his five fingers.

Click!

A deafening explosion rang out. The high-level magic weapon-grade giant sword of qi was forcibly crushed into countless flying cyan light spots.

The moment the magical artifact shattered, Ye Wujiang suffered a severe backlash from his own essence. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Before he could even make a move to retreat, Qin Meng's right hand had already swung up. The dark arm swept through the air, creating a deafening explosion that broke the sound barrier.

Snapped!

The slap landed squarely on Ye Wujiang's face.

boom!

Ye Wujiang crashed into the ground at an extremely high initial velocity, smashing a three-meter-deep, human-shaped crater into the thick blast-proof steel plate.

The top genius of the provincial capital had half of his face completely shattered, his teeth scattered on the ground along with blood. He fainted on the spot and remained motionless.

The violent shockwave from the slap swept wildly towards the flank. Li Shiyi was hit head-on by the shockwave.

His body was thrown thirty meters away, coughing up blood in mid-air. Upon landing, Li Shiyi's sternum collapsed extensively, rendering him completely incapacitated.

More than ten kilometers away. The rooftop of an abandoned high-rise building in the southern district.

Jiang Nuonuo held up her military binoculars, staring intently at everything happening in the center of the mining area.

When she witnessed the high and mighty Ye Wujiang being slapped into the ground by Qin Meng, her body experienced an extremely strong physiological reaction.

Instead of feeling fear, her legs went weak and she collapsed onto the rough cement floor.

A sickly flush quickly rose to her cheeks and spread to her ears. She put down her binoculars and tightly covered the five finger marks Qin Meng had burned on her neck with one hand.

The skin there was still throbbing slightly, but at this moment it brought her an indescribable stimulation.

Jiang Nuonuo's breathing became extremely rapid, and her chest heaved violently.

"So strong..." Jiang Nuonuo's lips trembled as she murmured to herself.

This extreme worship of pure violence completely distorted her values ​​as a young lady from a prestigious family.

Faced with such inhuman power, the rules established by the four major families of the provincial capital and the accumulated heritage of generations all became worthless.

The center of the mining area.

Qin Meng slowly withdrew his right hand. He flicked his wrist downwards, shaking off the beads of blood on his knuckles. The thick smoke and dust slowly dissipated in the night wind.

A deathly silence fell over the entire area. Apart from the sound of the night wind whistling through the ruins, there was no other sound.

Not far away, Zhao Wuwei's perfect smiling tiger disguise was completely torn apart. His gold-rimmed glasses fell to the ground, the lenses shattered by the blast wave.

He stood there, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, his teeth chattering.

Wang Shouchai wet himself. A strong, pungent stench filled the air. He collapsed to the ground, his hands bracing against the muddy water, frantically kowtowing to Qin Meng. His forehead slammed heavily against the gravel, becoming a bloody mess, but he dared not stop.

Qin Meng took a step forward.

His heavy military boots clattered against the wreckage of Gauss rifles scattered on the ground. He walked step by step toward Zhao Wuwei and Wang Shoucai, whose faces were ashen.

With each step, a scorched shoe print is left on the ground.

"Now, it's your turn." Qin Meng looked down at them, his voice devoid of any emotion. "Have you decided how you want to die?"