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

His feet slipped into thin air, and his body disappeared from the spot.

This is not spatial folding. It is pure speed.

With 1,255 points of physique at full power, the ultimate speed broke through the sound barrier and the heat barrier, leaving a trail of plasma-like purple lightning in the air.

Ji Wudao's complete form responded.

The black crystal skeleton performed another spatial jump.

However, Qin Meng's speed exceeded the unfolding speed of the spatial folds.

He caught up with Ji Wudao, who was leaping.

His right fist violently pierced through the gap in the folded space, and before Ji Wudao could complete the coordinate transfer, the fist was already pressed against the opponent's chest.

A sun was reflected in Ji Wudao's crystalline eyes.

"broken."

The kinetic energy of the fist, the high temperature of 10,000 degrees, and the annihilation wave output from the antimatter furnace in reverse—these three forces superimposed on the surface of the fist and poured into Ji Wudao's crystalline skeleton.

The density of the extraordinary crystalline substance was indeed on the same order of magnitude as Qin Meng's physique.

but.

The fist is not used for area strikes, but for point strikes.

All the force converges on the four square centimeters of the knuckle protrusion—the pressure per unit area exceeds the structural limits of all known matter.

Ji Wudao's chest shattered.

It's not a crack. It's shattered.

Starting from the chest cavity, the shattering spread to the limbs. Black crystalline fragments scattered in all directions, each carrying residual high-dimensional energy.

But Ji Wudao did not die.

Ji Wudao's crystalline skeleton exploded into thousands of fragments in mid-air.

Most people would consider this the end.

But Qin Meng did not relax.

He noticed that the movement trajectories of the fragments were incorrect.

It was not a natural projectile.

Each fragment slowed down in the air, hovered, and then began to converge toward a central point.

Reorganization.

The core advantage of the extraordinary crystalline state: as long as the "information core" is not destroyed, the material structure can be infinitely recombined.

Ji Wudao's consciousness and soul were not stored in the crystal skeleton, but in a high-dimensional information node smaller than an atom.

The fragments were assembled at high speed in mid-air with precision down to the nanometer level.

Three seconds.

A perfectly intact black crystal skeleton reappeared in front of Qin Meng.

The scar on his chest? It's gone.

"You think you can kill me by breaking my body?" Ji Wudao's tone held something he hadn't shown before—anger, genuine anger.

The moment Qin Meng shattered his chest, he almost lost three percent of his material information, which at the extraordinary level would mean a permanent reduction in strength.

"It was indeed difficult," Qin Meng admitted.

His right fist was dripping blood, and hairline cracks had appeared in his knuckles.

The high temperature output of 10,000 degrees Celsius emptied one-third of the energy reserves of the antimatter furnace, while Ji Wudao stood perfectly fine in front of him.

This is not a fight that can be ended with a single punch.

"Where is the information core?" Qin Meng asked himself.

It wasn't in his chest, nor in his head, because even though his punch had shattered Ji Wudao's chest into pieces, the other party still managed to reassemble.

The location of the information core is either randomly distributed among all the fragments, or—

It's not even in this dimension.

Qin Meng swore.

Ji Wudao didn't give him any more time to think. The fully reorganized form launched its fiercest attack.

The density of the black crystalline framework was increased significantly during the recombination process.

Ji Wudao used those three seconds of recombination time to absorb environmental energy from a larger area, increasing his physical mass by nearly 20%.

His right fist slammed towards Qin Meng's face.

Qin Meng raised his left arm to block.

The arm bones emitted a dull metallic clang.

His 1,255 points of physical defense withstood the punch, but the enormous impact was transmitted through his bones, tearing the ligaments in his left shoulder joint.

Advanced immortality begins repairing damaged tissue. However, this repair process consumes calories.

Qin Meng's calorie reserves are decreasing at a visible rate.

Ji Wudao's attack method was disgusting—each of his punches was accompanied by a high-dimensional shockwave, specifically designed to interfere with Qin Meng's nerve signal transmission.

After taking more than a dozen punches, Qin Meng's control precision with his right hand decreased by 20%. His left leg's muscle response showed a delay of 0.1 seconds.

These minor degradations are negligible in ordinary combat. However, in a duel between two monsters, they can be fatal.

Qin Meng was hit in the abdomen with a knee strike.

The antimatter furnace on the stomach wall was subjected to a physical impact, causing its operating efficiency to plummet by 30%.

Qin Meng bent over, exhaling a puff of hot air mixed with black smoke.

Ji Wudao's right fist followed closely, aiming at the back of Qin Meng's bent head—his greatest weakness.

If this punch lands, the high-dimensional shockwave will directly stop Qin Meng's brainstem from functioning.

Qin Meng's temples were throbbing.

The feedback alarm for the battle-hardened body has been raised to the highest level.

There was no time to dodge, not even enough time to turn one's head.

Qin Meng made a decision.

He deliberately bumped into it.

It's not the back of the head that's facing the enemy, but the forehead.

The frontal bone is the thickest part of the skull, and Qin Meng used his hardest part to receive Ji Wudao's punch.

Head-to-head.

His skull trembled. Qin Meng's vision went black, but his skull held up—it cracked in two places, but didn't shatter.

Most of the energy of the high-dimensional shockwave was dissipated by the high-density structure of the frontal bone, and only a small portion of the aftershocks were transmitted to the brain tissue.

As for Ji Wudao's fist—his right hand, which was made of black crystal—two fingers were broken.

Physical collisions are bidirectional.

Qin Meng did something during those fractions of a second of contact time.

The antimatter furnace was restarted in an emergency. The skin on Ji Wudao's forehead, which was pressed against his fist, transformed into a greedy mouth.

In that less than one-second contact, the antimatter furnace forcibly extracted a stream of high-dimensional matter from Ji Wudao's crystal skeleton.

The amount wasn't large, but it was enough for Qin Meng to analyze a key piece of information.

The energy flow of this higher-dimensional matter—it is not evenly distributed in the crystal framework, but follows a hidden path, converging towards an extremely small node.

That node was located in Ji Wudao's left palm.

Information core.

It doesn't exist in other dimensions. It's right here in this body, just disguised as an ordinary crystal structure node, hidden in the most inconspicuous place.

The palm of the left hand. The place where a person subconsciously gives up their defenses last.

Qin Meng wiped the blood from his forehead; the crack had begun to heal.

"I've found you."

The light frequency in Ji Wudao's black crystalline eye sockets accelerated—he noticed that Qin Meng's attention had changed.

Instead of staring at his head and chest, she repeatedly scanned his left hand.

"you……"

Qin Meng didn't give him a chance to finish speaking.

The body is thrust forward.

But this time Qin Meng changed his fighting style.

He no longer pursues the kind of powerful, decisive blows that kill in one punch.

His right hand transformed from a fist into a claw, with his five fingers spread out, and he unleashed a sweeping motion.

It's not hitting, it's arresting.

The target is Ji Wudao's left wrist.

Ji Wudao reacted extremely quickly, retracting his left hand and parrying with his right fist.

"Bang!"

Qin Meng's right hand collided with Ji Wudao's right fist. Both of them were forced back.

But Qin Meng immediately pressed close.

Like a street thug, he snuggled into Ji Wudao's arms, his left hand reaching down to grab the other's left wrist.

Ji Wudao twisted his waist and dodged to the side, striking Qin Meng's ribs with his left palm, sending a high-dimensional shockwave into his body.

Qin Meng had three broken ribs.

His internal organs were shaken, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

But he didn't back down.

Three ribs for a chance to get close and pressed together.

Qin Meng's right leg wrapped around Ji Wudao's lower body from the outside. A street vendor tactic—lock him down and prevent him from jumping.

Ji Wudao sensed something was wrong and activated the spatial folding mechanism.

Qin Meng had already gripped his left wrist with his left hand.

"Trying to run away?"

The antimatter furnace launched a targeted devouring attack on Ji Wudao's left wrist through the skin contact surface, and the black crystals began to pulverize and dissipate at the point of contact.

Ji Wudao attempted a spatial jump—but Qin Meng used his 1255 points of physical strength to firmly anchor the local spatial curvature.

Under Qin Meng's gravitational interference, the spatial folding could not take shape.

They can't escape.

"Let go!" Ji Wudao used a tone other than a command for the first time.