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

Ji Wudao hovered at the gap in the broken wall of the Martial God Tower.

The crystal framework refracts sunlight into a rainbow of colors.

"Your physical density is indeed high enough that you are almost immune to physical attacks."

Ji Wudao analyzed in a calm tone, "But your weakness is obvious—your nervous system. No matter how hard your muscles and bones are, as long as your brain tissue is carbon-based, there is a possibility that it can be interfered with by high-dimensional shock waves."

Qin Meng wiped the blood off his hands.

This old man isn't stupid.

Ji Wudao's attack was not an ordinary physical strike.

The moment his fist made contact with the back of Qin Meng's head, it released a microscopic vibration of extremely high frequency.

This shock bypassed the hard skull and acted directly on the brain tissue, causing a mild concussion.

If you can't break the shell, then shake the yolk inside.

clever.

"You're happy to have found my weakness?" Qin Meng took two steps forward, stepping into the air.

Ji Wudao did not answer.

He disappeared again.

Qin Meng was on guard this time.

The Body of a Hundred Battles is fully activated, and the Dao patterns on the surface of the skin glow with a dark golden light.

Extrasensory perception tracks the minute fluctuations of spatial folds.

left.

Qin Meng struck horizontally to the left and rear with his right elbow.

His elbow slammed into the void, producing a crisp sound like shattering glass—he had broken the entrance to Ji Wudao's folded space.

But at the same time, Ji Wudao appeared directly below Qin Meng. A transparent crystal palm was placed on Qin Meng's chest, with its five fingers spread open.

"Heavenly Rules: Annihilation".

A violent tremor came from inside Qin Meng's chest cavity. It was not an impact, but a terrifying fluctuation that disintegrated the structure of matter at a microscopic level.

The connective tissue between the heart, lungs, and ribs developed molecular-level cracks under this fluctuation.

Qin Meng looked down at the hand pressed against his chest.

My lips twitched.

pain.

That fucking hurts.

This is real pain, not the kind that feels like an itch.

He grabbed Ji Wudao's wrist with his left hand and exerted force with his five fingers.

The hardness of the crystal framework far exceeds that of any known material.

Qin Meng felt a sharp resistance as he clenched his fingers—for the first time, his grip failed to crush his opponent's bones.

"You can't crush it."

Ji Wudao's voice came from inside the transparent skull, "The density of the extraordinary crystalline matter is on the same level as your physique."

Qin Meng did not let go.

"Same level?" He grinned. "Let's give it a try."

He aimed his right fist straight at Ji Wudao's face and delivered a powerful blow.

One thousand two hundred and forty points of physical strength, without holding back.

The fist collided with the crystalline face. The shockwave exploded outwards, and the top layer of the Martial God Tower completely collapsed under this blow.

The two-thousand-meter-tall dark gold tower broke apart from the top, with huge fragments falling towards the streets of the capital, accompanied by sparks and thick smoke.

Ji Wudao's crystalline skeleton was blasted back hundreds of meters by this punch.

A visible crack appeared on the right side of his face.

But he steadied himself.

The crack healed itself within seconds.

Alloys are harder than diamonds, but diamonds are more brittle than alloys.

Ji Wudao hovered in mid-air, wiping away the residue from his facial repair. "Your strength is great, but you can't cause devastating damage. That's because your attack methods are too crude."

Qin Meng shook his numb right fist.

The first time I hit someone, my hand hurt.

Ji Wudao's body began to glow again.

The regular patterns flowing inside the crystal began to rotate at an accelerated speed, releasing extremely rich high-dimensional radiation.

The clouds above the capital were twisted into spirals by this radiation, and the sunlight was refracted into eerie rainbow colors.

"Qin Meng." Ji Wudao's tone was no longer indifferent; it now carried a genuine sense of importance.

You certainly deserve my full strength. The last one to receive this treatment was the eleventh-tier Abyss Emperor who broke through the seal fifteen years ago.

Qin Meng interrupted his recollection: "Eleventh level? And then?"

"I smashed it."

"What a coincidence."

Qin Meng clenched his fists, and the temperature on his body surface soared to five thousand degrees.

The air beneath his feet was scorched into a plasma state, forming a pale purple plasma halo around him.

"Today it's your turn to break."

Two figures collided in the sky above the capital.

The shockwave swept across an area with a radius of three kilometers.

The Martial God Tower was flattened into dust by the shockwave, and the sturdy buildings on the ground collapsed like building blocks.

Two completely different life paths collided at an altitude of two thousand meters.

Qin Meng used his fists.

With a physical mass condensed from 1,240 points of physical strength, each punch carries the kinetic energy to crush mountains.

The air in front of the fist was compressed into a solid white air shield, and then it exploded.

Ji Wudao uses the rules.

The crystal framework jumps through coordinates at high speed in three-dimensional space, and each appearance is accompanied by a structural impact at the microscopic level.

He doesn't aim for large areas of damage; he only targets the brainstem, spine, and heart—core organs that carbon-based organisms cannot fully protect with physical toughness.

The clash between these two combat philosophies created an absurdly large commotion.

Inside the underground refuge system in Beijing, millions of citizens clung to the sealed walls of the shelters, with concrete debris constantly falling from above.

The seismograph's pointer was swinging wildly, and the readings had already exceeded the maximum.

"Mommy, is it thundering outside?" a little girl asked, hugging her stuffed animal.

Her mother hugged her tightly, not daring to answer; that wasn't Lei.

Those were two monsters deciding who owned the city.

high altitude.

Qin Meng punched through the spatial barrier folded up by Ji Wudao, and his right arm followed the momentum to stab into the interlayer of the folded space.

But Ji Wudao had already completed his third spatial jump from the other side, and his transparent palm blade precisely sliced ​​into Qin Meng's third vertebra at the back of his neck.

The high-dimensional shockwave traveled down the spine, interfering with the brain's control signals over the lower limb muscles.

Qin Meng's legs stiffened for 0.3 seconds.

In a battle at the extraordinary level, 0.3 seconds is enough to die eight times over.

Ji Wudao seized this opening. He clasped his hands together, interlacing his fingers.

"Heavenly Rules: Void Cage"

It's not on the same level as the "drawing a circle on the ground" used in projection.

The void cage released by the main body directly compressed the space where Qin Meng was located from three dimensions to two and a half dimensions.

What does that mean?

Qin Meng's body was forcibly flattened.

The three-dimensional structure that his 1,240 points of physique gave him was forcibly compressed by half a dimension.

His thickness decreased from the normal forty centimeters to less than three centimeters.

From a three-dimensional human being, it was transformed into a sheet of paper.

This isn't an attack; it's imprisonment.

Qin Meng, compressed into a piece of paper, lost his ability to move in three-dimensional space.

He can only exist on a flat surface, like a painting.

Ji Wudao floated in mid-air, and a transparent spear materialized in the right hand of his crystalline skeleton.

"Do you know why it's said that physics cannot defy the rules?"

Ji Wudao's voice carried the patience of someone lecturing a junior, "No matter how strong you are, no matter how hard your fists are, if your dimensions aren't enough, you'll never reach me."