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

The air was roughly compressed into white, solid cavities, and Qin Meng rose up from the ground.

The violent reaction force propelled him forward, the sound barrier shattering layer by layer on his body, and a white contrail trailing hundreds of meters long in mid-air.

The target was the hundred-meter-tall dark gold projection in mid-air, Ji Wudao, the Martial God of the Capital.

This enormous figure stood with its hands behind its back, its eyes filled with compassion.

That is the exclusive perspective of gods when they look down on inferior beings.

"You brute." Ji Wudao's voice resonated, shaking the air for miles around.

No matter how high the physical mass, it's all in vain if it doesn't encounter a higher-dimensional topological structure. How could a lowly carbon-based monkey like you possibly comprehend the intertwining of spirit and rules?

Before he finished speaking, Ji Wudao pressed down slightly with his right hand. His lips parted and closed.

"Heavenly rules: drawing a circle on the ground to imprison oneself."

His words became law. The air structure around Qin Meng changed.

Originally free oxygen and nitrogen molecules arrange themselves into a dense solid crystal under certain high-dimensional interference.

He was completely sealed off by a transparent and indestructible multidimensional cube.

Qin Meng's fist stopped three inches from the projection's brow.

It was impossible to move forward even a millimeter. The air turned into a piece of amber, and he was the frozen insect inside.

In the underground air-raid shelter of the provincial capital, the remaining spies and remnants of powerful families, clinging to life, stared intently at the satellite broadcast on their screens.

Their palms were covered in cold sweat. Someone slapped their thigh hard, shaking their head and sighing repeatedly.

"Brute force has its limits," a veteran retainer who had lost his left arm said sadly. "The God of War of the Capital was a being who had mastered the rules of heaven and earth. This kid is done for today."

"How can physical means counter the laws of space? It's a dimensional reduction attack, there's no hope." The information broker wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and agreed.

Their spines were broken by Qin Meng's violent methods, and subconsciously they even hoped that someone from the capital could take away this god of death.

The God of War's actions confirmed their established belief: those who climb up from the bottom can't change the world.

It's worth noting that this kind of high-dimensional suppression is indeed unsolvable under normal circumstances. Transcendent beings utilize brain resonance to rewrite local physical constants, directly obliterating their opponent's kinetic energy at the conceptual level. This is not a clash of power, but a dimensional crushing.

Qin Meng was stuck in mid-air, frozen in a punching stance. The ruins below were eerily silent; even the wind seemed to avoid this cursed region.

The two headless corpses left behind by Gu Changfeng still lay in pools of blood. Inside the inverted triangle warship in mid-air, artificial intelligence was assessing battlefield data and concluded that the target had completely lost its ability to act, and the threat was neutralized.

"Is this all you're relying on?" Ji Wudao's projection spoke again, his tone indifferent. "Hand over the method to extract the earth's veins, and I'll leave you with a whole corpse."

They are arrogant and condescending, treating other people's lives as bargaining chips to be played with at will.

Qin Meng slightly lifted his eyelids. Through the transparent crystal barrier, he looked at the blurry yet arrogant giant face.

Qin Meng, locked inside the transparent crystal, had a fierce look in his eyes.

Instead of getting angry, he laughed, and the sound of his laughter caused fine ripples to appear inside the crystal.

"Higher-dimensional rules?" Qin Meng cracked his neck, his bones popping out like firecrackers in the cramped space. "I hate you bunch of charlatans who only talk the talk."

With 750 points of physique fully activated, the engine is at its maximum.

The mitochondria deep within the cell enter an overload combustion state.

A massive amount of bioelectricity flowed beneath the skin, interacting with the 3,000-degree heat. The originally dark red Dao patterns underwent a qualitative change under extreme pressure, igniting a layer of dark golden blood flames.

The energy absorption valve activated in reverse. The rule-based energy that constituted the higher-dimensional cage was forcibly extracted and transformed into primal calories, pouring into Qin Meng's body. The so-called higher-dimensional suppression was nothing but a self-deceiving trick in the face of absolute mass.

"Smash!" Qin Meng let out a beastly roar that sounded unlike anything human.

The muscle fibers in his right arm were taut, each one as thick as a high-strength steel cable.

Subcutaneous blood vessels bulged, and the surging blood made a heavy, surging sound like lead and mercury flowing. The fist, carrying immense force, pushed forward against the layer of crystal.

A sickening grinding sound echoed through the heavens. The seemingly indestructible barrier of high-dimensional space could not withstand the pure pressure of mass, and terrifying spiderweb-like cracks spread out.

Inside the underground air-raid shelter, there was absolute silence.

The spies pressed their faces against the monitor screen. Their eyes bulged out of their sockets, and they made a hissing sound from their throats.

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!" An intelligence officer screamed hysterically, tearing his hair out with both hands. "He actually crushed the laws of nature with sheer brute force?! Newton must be turning in his grave!"

Conventional physics is utterly crushed and rubbed into the ground by this man.

In mid-air, Qin Meng's hands transformed into eagle claws, his ten fingers digging directly into the spatial cracks.

"What kind of bullshit projection is this? Get down here right now!"

He exerted force with both arms to the sides. A shrill whistle echoed from the void.

Like tearing a tattered rag, Ji Wudao's lofty and supposedly untouchable holographic projection, along with the surrounding rule field, was forcibly ripped apart by Qin Meng out of thin air!

A shower of light fell from the sky. It was the materialized remnant of a collapsed spiritual force.

The topological structure of high-dimensional space was torn into a pile of scrap metal by the barbarians.

Before Ji Wudao's projection shattered, a rare look of horror finally appeared on his usually calm and composed face. He couldn't understand how the body density of a carbon-based life form could reach such an abnormal level.

Qin Meng was bathed in the rain of light. The dark golden blood flames receded back into his body.

He exhaled a hot, stale breath and clapped his hands.

"It's as crisp as a wafer biscuit," Qin Meng commented simply.

The rain of light had not yet dissipated, and Qin Meng's figure did not stop at all.

Using the immense reaction force generated by tearing through space, he twisted his waist, rising a hundred meters into the air, and appeared directly above the futuristic inverted triangle warship.

The warship's AI system frantically issued alarms. The energy shield's output power was maximized, and a deep blue light shield completely enveloped the ship, attempting to withstand the impending fatal blow.

Qin Meng raised his right leg high, like a dark gold battle axe that could split the heavens and the earth, and with a powerful and heavy downward kick, he slammed it heavily onto the back of the warship.

Within a fraction of a second of contact, the shield, strong enough to withstand a miniature nuclear explosion, let out a mournful cry and disintegrated on the spot.

Qin Meng's heel struck with unstoppable force, cutting into the armor, penetrating the engine compartment, and severing the main keel.

He stomped a 100-meter-long interstellar-class warship in half.

The warship's nuclear fusion engine suffered a severe secondary explosion.

A blinding flame burst forth in the sky above the provincial capital, illuminating the darkness before dawn.

Large chunks of metal debris, trailing traces of intense heat, hurtled towards the desolate countryside like a meteor shower, creating craters of varying sizes.

All forces present, whether they were rats in the underworld or vassals of powerful families who were barely surviving, fell silent.

My throat is dry and my legs are trembling.

The invincible myth of the capital, representing the majesty of the God of War and the highest level of human martial prowess, was brutally trampled into the mud by this shirtless madman using the most primitive and savage physical violence.

The power dynamics they once relied on for survival are worthless in the face of pure destructive power.

Qin Meng plummeted from the sky, his feet landing squarely on the ruins, kicking up a cloud of dust. He glanced up at the first light of dawn in the east and rubbed his stomach. He'd just burned some calories; it was time to eat again.