Chapter 109: Wild and Unrestrained
Chapter 109: Wild and Unrestrained
When Fang Jing made his move, he did not hold back. He threw a punch using the force vibration method of “Torrential Rush.” The power of his fist was overwhelming and destructive. His first punch was like a fierce dragon, gathering his physical strength, energy, and will into a single breath, delivering a full-force strike.
If the Corpse Hound had known this and avoided the solid to attack the weak, dodging this move, Fang Jing’s offensive would have slowed, causing most of his strength to fade. Yet, with the first punch, he broke the Corpse Hound’s arm.
Just as that breath ended and before he could draw a new one, he fiercely threw a second punch.
His body did not move, but all his muscles, tendons, and bones pulled taut. Using his waist as an axis, he unleashed force in an instant. The force of the wind roared with a explosive sound under his strike.
With a heavy thud, the second punch landed on the opponent’s abdomen. The terrifying force erupted from this single point, severely injuring the Corpse Hound.
Yes, this was an absolutely fatal injury for a normal person. But for the Corpse Hound, it could still heal itself through abnormal regenerative abilities.
It was said that even if its head was cut off or its heart dug out, the Corpse Hound would not die.
It was said that the Fang Hunters had tried using a log shredder to deal with the Corpse Hound. But even turned into minced meat, the flesh and blood wriggled like worms, desperately trying to merge back together.
That was a regenerative ability beyond the ordinary. Severed limbs would regrow, and damaged organs could grow back again.
“This ability is indeed troublesome in a fight, and just its abnormal physical strength alone gives it an overwhelming advantage over humans…”
Fang Jing had completely changed his outfit. After “picking up” a coat, scarf, and headscarf from someone else’s balcony, he made a simple disguise. He did this mainly to avoid being noticed by the “Fang Hunters.”
His head was wrapped tightly. Unless you were an acquaintance, you would not recognize his true face.
In front of him, the Corpse Hound, beaten into a pulp, shakily stood up.
The Corpse Hound’s mouth suddenly opened, spewing out a mass of minced flesh. It was unclear whether it was shattered organs or some kind of blood clot.
Whoosh!
The ossified whip-blade shot toward his location. It had a terrifying piercing force, gouging through the ground in a single strike.
Fang Jing leaped up, trying to step quickly on a section that had landed on the ground. The Corpse Hound swiftly retracted the whip-blade with a snap, and the ground under his feet cracked with a crunch, splitting into countless fine lines.
The bone whip was like a flexible venomous snake, coiling back and then thrusting forward again, aiming for his face. Fang Jing deflected the attack direction with a backhand punch.
Takami Fuyumi was not just standing by watching. As a Fang Hunter, she also had to complete her mission of hunting the Corpse Hound.
Her feet seemed to suddenly swell at that moment. The ground made a loud noise as she charged from the side. With two consecutive jumps, she reached the front of the Corpse Hound.
Takami’s kodachi technique was exceptionally sharp. The Corpse Hound hurriedly used the ossified whip-blade to block the Exorcism Blade.
“Hmph! Barely holding on!”
What a full of openings enemy!
Using the Cloud Dragon Willow technique, he stepped forward and chased after it.
This was an incomplete “Sickle Foot.” He had not fully mastered that ghostly fast footwork that could slip into others’ blind spots, as if briefly disappearing.
Even so, his movements were as swift as a flash of lightning. Now, the Corpse Hound had to deal with two enemies, one on the left and one on the right.
Oooooh——!
A piercing howl came from the Corpse Hound’s throat.
It leaped with all its strength, flying to an unbelievable height.
Not good!
Fang Jing had not expected the Corpse Hound, at a disadvantage, to make such a desperate move like a cornered beast.
Takami Fuyumi, after all, lacked experience. The ossified whip-blade curled up and lashed out at a tricky angle, knocking the kodachi out of her hand.
Fang Jing clearly saw that the Corpse Hound was leaping directly toward him. Its pouncing motion was as fast as wind and thunder, far beyond what a normal person’s eyes could perceive.
In fact, even Fang Jing himself could not dodge it.
The thing rushed at him with immense impact and overwhelming force.
Seeing the beast’s mouth, like a giant facial tumor, coming to bite him, Fang Jing could only block with both hands.
His right forearm was caught squarely by the tooth-filled beast mouth.
Careless!
He thought he had pushed the opponent into a desperate situation, but now he was the one in dire straits.
This thing was a Corpse Hound, an abnormal monster.
The former ordinary girl, now with only half her face retaining a human form, had become a monster that had completely forgotten its original appearance.
“Hehehe!… Senior, I can smell it, this is your scent.”
She, who was once called “Kuranaga Kuraruka,” let out a dual tone mixed with a girl’s and an old person’s voice, smiling with her cherry-red lips.
“Even in this disguise, I know it’s you.”
She licked her lips with her bright red tongue, looking like a beast full of greed, giving only a fierce and cruel impression.
The sharp teeth of the beast mouth dug into his arm, as if trying to tear his right wrist apart.
Foul-smelling saliva dripped down from above.
This monster, as before, was full of a disgusting greed, abnormally craving him.
“That’s right! I just thought of something. If I put you inside my belly, we can be together forever. There’s no need to waste time on anything else.”
The eye on her half-human face shone with excitement, as if she had a sudden inspiration and figured something out, getting excited on her own.
So accustomed to eating people, thinking in a completely non-human way, had she fallen this far?
Hopeless!
Even Fang Jing felt an inexplicable sadness.
“Damn it!”
Takami picked up her kodachi and rushed over from the side.
After the prolonged battle, most of her stamina was exhausted, and she was unable to stop Fang Jing’s crisis.
The Corpse Hound just swung its tail-like bone blade and sent her flying, crashing to the ground.
(Is she unable to redirect the opponent’s force due to lack of stamina?)
As she fell on her side, she let go of her sword and realized her whole body was weak, nearly drained of strength.
Originally, she did not have the power to engage in a prolonged fight with the Corpse Hound. Maintaining a standoff relied on technique. Once her stamina was depleted, her technique to redirect the opponent’s force could not be used.
But she was lucky. The Corpse Hound was overjoyed at the thought of eating Fang Jing and did not bother to kill her.
This cannibalistic monster had completely gone mad, solely focused on devouring him.
Its claw-like hands pressed down on his shoulders, and its left hand tried to flip him onto the ground.
Fang Jing resisted the increasing force, using his shoulders to hold back the opponent’s strength.
His bitten right hand was bleeding profusely.
On that strange face, the “girl” with most of her body monsterized looked at him, blinking affectionately.
“Senior, please ‘become one’ with me!”
She opened her cherry-red lips. That beautiful mouth split open from both ends like a gap, filled with sharp, fine teeth, as ferocious as a piranha.
“Hah!”
Despite being at a disadvantage, Fang Jing could not help but laugh.
“You want to eat me!”
He exhaled sharply, his entire face flushed red. All his muscles, tendons, and bones expanded and erupted as if bursting open.
“Then exchange it with your life!”
The purple energy film covering his right hand finally exerted force. He thrust nearly half his arm into the beast mouth, grabbing the yellow, murky eye hidden inside and crushing it with a squelch.
The beast mouth let out a strange cry, and his right hand broke free. He formed a fist and smashed it into the Corpse Hound’s forehead.
Veins bulged on Fang Jing’s forehead. The aura surrounding his entire body seemed to grow larger.
His muscles swelled and pulsed, every muscle fiber trembling.
“Get off!”
He roared, his power erupting like a volcano inside him. His left hand twisted and broke the Corpse Hound’s claws and wrist.
He stomped on the ground with one foot after another, each step leaving a dent.
“Torrential Rush · Hundred Forms!”
Like an overturned sea, a tsunami-like, wild and unrestrained force turned into a wave of overlapping fist and palm shadows, slapping the air and producing a roaring sound like raging waves.
Fang Jing’s long and arduous training had perfected “Torrential Rush · Hundred Forms.” Combined with his furious and burning killing intent, it was completely ignited in that moment.