Chapter 62: Applause
Chapter 62: Applause
The fist swung out without any hesitation, appearing in front of Fujiwara a split second faster.
Crack!
The hard knuckles smashed into his jaw, causing the fierce half of his face to deform under the pressure of the punch. Then, a strange crunching sound came from his neck, and his entire body was sent flying backward.
Fujiwara let out a groan, his jawbone and mouth full of blood. He curled up on the ground, convulsing for a while—not because of pain, but because of some extreme force causing the bones in his spine to grind and shift with an audible noise.
It seemed like something was crawling out from deep inside him.
Snap!
His twisted neck slowly turned, and he lowered his limbs to the ground, lifting his face.
“He’s still moving!”
Fang Jing raised an eyebrow.
(An ordinary person hit by that move would be down for at least half a day, but Fujiwara could still move; this guy really had become something inhuman.)
“Hmph!”
He looked again at Fujiwara’s raised face and realized he had guessed wrong. Fujiwara wasn’t human anymore—he had turned into some kind of strange creature. His nose and jaw were deforming, and black animal fur sprouted all over his body.
“Hiss!”
Fujiwara’s eyes rolled upward, gleaming with a bloody red light. He swiftly turned his neck and glared at Fang Jing.
Whoosh—in a sudden pounce, the transformed Fujiwara attacked again.
He opened his mouth full of dense teeth, lunging fiercely and swiftly, reminiscent of a wolf or leopard.
Fang Jing chuckled and sidestepped to avoid him.
In an instant, Fujiwara landed from his pounce, spun around, and lunged back.
Fang Jing didn’t even turn around, as if he had eyes on the back of his head, and delivered a backward kick that struck Fujiwara squarely.
Fujiwara was kicked into a somersault and landed on the ground again. Using his limbs for support, he transformed once more into a streak of black lightning, charging straight forward.
Fang Jing simply raised his palm in a backhanded swing and effortlessly knocked Fujiwara to the ground.
“His short bursts of power are terrifyingly fast—so fast that even I have trouble tracking his movements when he targets an attack. But it’s useless… aside from that explosive force, everything else about you is just terrible.”
In simple terms, Fujiwara had strong bursts of power, but every other aspect was unbelievably bad.
Whether it was nerve reflexes, preparatory movements, or attack trajectories—all were horrendous. Fang Jing basically stood still, waiting for the guy to come at him just to get beaten.
“Boring! And you call yourself a ‘monster’!”
Fang Jing’s tone was mocking. He had put in so much effort, training every day—he wasn’t aiming to deal with something like this, not with trash like Fujiwara.
Yes, trash!
Fujiwara, you disappoint me. Even as a monster, you’re nothing but garbage.
He sighed, relaxed his tense muscles, and decided not to wait for Fujiwara to attack. Instead, he moved forward to take the initiative.
Against such a weakling, what need was there for defense or preparation? Swaggering, he strode forward.
Whoosh!
Like a flash of lightning, Fujiwara vanished from his spot, reappearing as a black streak pouncing downward.
His speed was ghostly; in an instant, he closed in on Fang Jing, who made no defensive move.
Suddenly, a large hand seemed to be waiting midair and clamped directly onto Fujiwara’s neck as he lunged.
Roar!
Before Fujiwara could make a sound, an immense force lifted him into the air. In less than half a second, the force flipped him over, and he crashed onto the cement ground with a thud.
Cough, cough!
He was lifted again, his limbs flailing uselessly, beating against the one holding him. The latter snorted coldly and exerted force with one hand.
With a loud crash, Fujiwara’s body was slammed down once more.
Before his hands could even brace against the ground, the force seized his neck again, lifting and slamming him repeatedly.
Damn it!
Why?!
The only clear thought in his mind was to try tearing at the opponent’s hand with his claws or biting the palm, hoping to escape this iron grip.
But his opponent gave him no chance. He was lifted and slammed to the ground again and again. Finally, his entire head was pressed against the floor, being smashed repeatedly into the ground.
(No, this isn’t right… I’ve become a monster, so why can’t I win?!)
Just before death, he barely regained a bit of sanity and felt overwhelming humiliation.
Finally, his consciousness ended right there.
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“Is he dead—?”
Fang Jing glanced down at Fujiwara lying on the ground. His head was covered in blood, still in his monstrous form, and he had stopped breathing. The ground was slightly dented where he had been smashed. His mouth was open wide, tongue lolling out, and a blood bubble foamed at the corner of his lips.
At the same time, Fang Jing felt something flow from Fujiwara’s body into his own.
“Miscellaneous Fate!”
He could sense another Miscellaneous Fate forming inside him. According to the game Peerless Fate, Miscellaneous Fate had to be collected by defeating enemies.
Fang Jing remembered clearly: when he accidentally killed Tanaka from room 406 next door earlier, he had also gained a Miscellaneous Fate. Now, after Fujiwara’s death, he had acquired another one.
But this time, the Miscellaneous Fate didn’t appear on the interface under the Myriad Transformations Fate Grade. Instead, the previously inert Yuan Armor stirred slightly and absorbed it directly.
Yuan Armor Fate Grade devoured that Miscellaneous Fate?
“Yuan Armor can actually absorb Miscellaneous Fate? This is the first time I’ve seen that.”
There were no such Fate Fragments in the game, so he was quite surprised.
The Yuan Armor Fate Grade had formed a fibrous network inside his body. By focusing his will, he could also turn it into a thin film covering a specific area.
During the fierce battle with Fujiwara just now, he had covered his hand with the purple fibrous film.
Earlier, when Fujiwara clawed and bit, it was thanks to that layer of film. Though it scraped off some skin, it didn’t harm the tissues beneath.
For some reason, Fang Jing felt that this film inside him was very useful. Even when Fujiwara clawed and bit desperately, it felt no worse than an ordinary person nicking their skin while peeling fruit—unable to damage the muscles and bones underneath.
“This film is unusually tough. It feels like even a knife slash might not cut through it—maybe only a sharp dagger could pierce it…”
This was equivalent to mastering the legendary “Golden Bell Shield” and “Iron Shirt” Hard Qigong, though such abilities were usually just myths… But one thing was certain: with this film, Fang Jing’s body gained an extra layer of defense.
“After Yuan Armor absorbed the Miscellaneous Fate, it seemed like the purple fibers increased slightly.”
Yuan Armor indeed underwent subtle changes after absorbing the Miscellaneous Fate. Besides generating purple fibers inside his body, this strange Fate Grade also provided a slight enhancement in self-healing ability.
The skin on his right hand, which Fujiwara had scratched, was originally bloody and looked scary, but now it had scabbed over. The same thing happened when his bone was injured before—it healed faster than expected.
He needed to study this carefully after going back.
Clap! Clap!
Suddenly, a burst of applause jolted him awake.
Fang Jing turned his head and saw a man standing by the Fire Escape Staircase of the concrete building nearby. The man wore a pair of Brown Glasses and had a nasty smile on his face.
“Not bad! Not bad! Your fist technique is passable. An ordinary person would have been bitten to death by Fujiwara in seconds. Even though he was just an inferior product of an experiment—he still wasn’t something a mere human could handle…”