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

The spear was thrown downwards.

The tip of the spear is accompanied by the law of dimensional cutting.

The moment it hits, Qin Meng will be compressed from two and a half dimensions to one dimension—a line segment.

The only result of compressing carbon-based life into one dimension is: broken gene chains, loss of material information, and not even ashes left.

This is one of the ultimate killing moves of the transcendent realm: dimensional downgrading and annihilation.

The transparent spear plummeted at high speed.

In the underground command center in Beijing, the few remaining senior intelligence agents witnessed this scene through satellite footage.

"It's over." A white-haired strategist sighed. "Dimensional downgrade. Carbon-based life forms have no solution. No matter how strong their physique, being compressed below two dimensions means death. On a physical level, there is no room for resistance."

Another young staff officer stared at the screen, his fingers trembling. He wasn't worried about Qin Meng; he was terrified.

The spear was still three meters away from the "piece of paper".

On the piece of paper, Qin Meng's face—flattened into a flat surface—suddenly moved.

A slight upward twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth.

[Dimensional compression attack detected.]

[The Body of a Hundred Battles is triggered; 30% of the dimensional pressure is converted into kinetic energy for a physical counterattack.]

[The energy absorption valve has been activated, and the energy structure of the dimensional compression law is being analyzed.]

[Note: The antimatter furnace has detected potentially engulfable regular particles. Initiate reverse annihilation?]

Qin Meng's answer was—

Dark golden light shot out from the edge of the paper.

The antimatter furnace no longer consumes matter; it consumes dimensions.

Those high-dimensional regular particles that constitute the "2.5-dimensional cage" are regarded as a form of energy by the antimatter furnace, which forcibly decomposes, devours, and transforms them into nourishment for Qin Meng's body.

This is an impossible event in transcendental theory. The fundamental units that constitute the laws governing the world are not energy, not matter, but "order itself."

But Qin Meng's antimatter furnace cannot read.

It only recognizes calories.

The paper expands.

Starting from 2.5 dimensions, we unfold in reverse towards 3 dimensions.

The transparent spear that Ji Wudao threw stopped two meters away from its target—because Qin Meng's three-dimensional structure was recovering, and the spatial compression field was rapidly disintegrating under the reverse absorption of the antimatter furnace.

"Bang!"

Qin Meng forcefully restored the two-dimensional state to three dimensions.

This process released extremely terrifying energy fluctuations.

When the compressed body re-expands, it generates an instantaneous output peak far exceeding that of the normal state.

He grabbed the transparent spear.

The crystalline material emitted a sharp, grating sound within his palm.

Qin Meng threw the spear back with his other hand.

Ji Wudao's crystalline skeleton urgently performed a spatial jump.

The spear tip grazed his shoulder, slicing off a small piece of the crystal, the fragment turning into a wisp of white smoke in mid-air.

"Are you eating my laws?" Ji Wudao's tone changed, his composure vanished, and visible ripples flickered in his crystalline eye sockets—a sign of intense emotional fluctuations arising from a higher-dimensional consciousness.

Qin Meng stretched his shoulders, feeling the lingering discomfort from the dimensional compression he had just experienced.

My bones are a little sore.

The muscle fibers were forcibly flattened in a two-dimensional state. Although they recovered, the arrangement at the microscopic level became slightly disordered.

That move really hurt him.

It's not the kind of injury that hurts. It's a structural injury.

However, the antimatter furnace gained an additional considerable energy boost during the process of consuming regular particles.

The system panel flickered.

Physical strength: 1255.

"Your dimensional compression tastes pretty good," Qin Meng commented.

"Is there any more?"

Ji Wudao's crystalline skeleton began to emit a high-frequency hum.

That is the ultimate resonance of extraordinary crystalline matter.

Cracks reappeared on his body surface, but not as damage—it was an active self-reconstruction.

Ji Wudao is recompiling his own material structure.

"Thirty years." Ji Wudao's voice was no longer feigned composure; it became deep and heavy with impurities.

"Thirty years of cultivation, thirty years of understanding the rules, thirty years—"

"Can you please stop giving your closing remarks before every fight?" Qin Meng interrupted him.

Ji Wudao shut up.

His entire crystalline skeleton suddenly darkened.

It changed from transparent to pitch black.

It wasn't a change in color, but rather that his body absorbed all the light shining on the surface.

Blackbody radiation.

The ultimate form of the extraordinary crystalline state, the complete form.

On the surface of the capital, all the lights that were still on went out at the same moment.

Water molecules in the air were drawn out and condensed into ice crystals, causing the temperature within a ten-kilometer radius to plummet to minus one hundred degrees Celsius.

Interestingly, this cooling effect is not an ice-based ability.

Instead, Ji Wudao's complete form absorbs all the heat energy in the surrounding environment and converts it into his own combat reserves.

He turned into a human-shaped black hole.

It absorbs light, heat, and electromagnetic waves.

Qin Meng's extrasensory perception could no longer track him.

Because Ji Wudao no longer emits any detectable physical signals. He has disappeared from the electromagnetic spectrum.

"That's interesting."

Qin Meng closed his eyes.

It does not rely on sight, hearing, or electromagnetic induction.

He used the most primitive method—gravity sensing.

One thousand two hundred and fifty-five points of physique endowed him with immense physical mass.

Mass warps spacetime, and when another object with immense mass approaches, the change in the curvature of space is sensed by his skeleton.

It's like the tidal forces of two stars interacting.

To the upper left, seventeen meters away.

Qin Meng's left fist slammed directly into that direction.

The force of the punch left a white trail in the air.

"Bang!"

Head-to-head.

Qin Meng's fist and Ji Wudao's fully formed palm collided head-on in mid-air.

The shockwave spread downwards, flattening another ring of buildings on the surface of the capital city.

This time there are no fancy rules, no dimensional compression.

Pure power against power.

Qin Meng was knocked back fifty meters.

A sharp pain shot through my arm bones—the ultimate signal from a battle-hardened body.

The opponent's physical impact was so great that even a battle-hardened body couldn't fully absorb it.

Ji Wudao's battle mode has changed in his complete form.

He no longer uses rule-based special attacks, but instead converts all the massive amount of environmental energy he absorbs into pure physical kinetic energy output.

He's fighting in Qin Meng's style.

And they played quite well.

"You think you're the only one who knows how to use brute force?" Ji Wudao's voice came from all directions.

The complete black crystalline skeleton left afterimages as it moved at high speed, each afterimage carrying enough kinetic energy to pierce through the mountain.

For the first time, Qin Meng felt real pressure.

It's not the kind of pressure that can be resolved with a single punch.

Rather—this guy might actually require him to bleed a bit to deal with.

Ji Wudao's attack frequency is getting faster and faster.

The black crystalline fist repeatedly struck Qin Meng's temples, back of the head, and spine.

Each punch carries a high-dimensional shockwave, bypassing physical defenses and directly harassing brain tissue.

Qin Meng took seven punches.

My head is buzzing.

My vision became intermittently blurred.

For a second or two, he couldn't even distinguish up from down from left from right.

The feedback from my battle-hardened body is warning me.

The absorption and conversion rate has reached the threshold.

The intensity of the opponent's attacks continues to increase, and the proportion of battle-hardened bodies that can be converted into combat effectiveness is decreasing.

Qin Meng wiped his face.

My hands were covered in blood—from my nose and ears.

The symptoms of concussion are worsening.

"What's wrong? Stop laughing?" Ji Wudao's black crystal skeleton hovered twenty meters directly opposite Qin Meng.

Qin Meng did not reply.

He is making adjustments.

He deliberately reduced the power of the antimatter furnace to its minimum operating level.

It's not that he doesn't need it, but rather—he's saving it up.

The next blow will either kill Ji Wudao or destroy his own internal organs.

Qin Meng's body temperature began to soar.

It's not the previous three thousand or five thousand degrees.

The antimatter furnace ignited all the regular particles, environmental energy, and residual calories from food reserves absorbed during the few minutes of combat.

Body surface temperature exceeded 10,000 degrees Celsius.

The dark gold Dao patterns were no longer used for defense, but instead became energy release channels.

Qin Meng's entire body transformed into a luminous object, its brightness comparable to that of a star observed up close.

"My fighting style is indeed rough," Qin Meng's voice came from within the light. "But it's enough."