Chapter 273: Let’s Call It Beef Meatball
Chapter 273: Let’s Call It Beef Meatball
Boom! Boom!
The two blood snakes in Oni Rasha’s hands self-detonated, blasting his hands into mangled flesh and blood.
But he ignored the pain entirely, still spewing flames in his determination to burn Oni Yuki to death.
Only after burning for some time did he notice his target had already fled far away.
Soaked and slung over Fang Cheng’s shoulder, Oni Yuki was being swiftly carried toward the shore.
She blinked in confusion. She’d thought herself doomed to ashes, yet Fang Cheng’s speed had somehow allowed him to snatch her from the water before the demon flames struck.
“Thank you…”
Her voice trembled with weakness. Unlike physically sturdy monsters, her strength plummeted to rock bottom once her demon power drained.
Fang Cheng gripped her waist. Though she had a tall figure, her waist felt unexpectedly slender.
“Don’t thank me. We’re already bedmates anyway.”
“You mean *shipmates*…?”
“I’ll take a ship too.”
“…”
Oni Yuki nearly grabbed his head to check if “HORNY” was literally etched into his brain circuits. How could he crack lewd jokes at such a dire moment?
Still, his shameless banter lifted some gloom from her heart.
Dangling over his shoulder, she couldn’t see behind them but knew Oni Rasha wasn’t in a final surge—he still held considerable fighting power.
With her demon power exhausted, Fang Cheng alone might not prevail.
“We’ve lost this battle,” she said with forced calmness. “Once we descend the mountain, take Sister Kaori and flee. Don’t return for now.”
She doubted Fang Cheng would risk his life for her, so she began arranging contingencies. Not that she’d surrender—she’d simply resist Oni Rasha differently.
Fang Cheng sighed. “Typical. Every time I team up with women, I end up doing all the work while you coast to victory.”
Oni Yuki froze, a flicker of expectation in her eyes. “What did you say?”
“Your reverse psychology worked. Give me your blades—can these cut through bones?”
She passed him both swords.
“They can. These are Snow Demon and Beef Meatball—twin demon swords forged from the horns of a great demon clan monster, gifted by my father.”
“Beef Meatball’s a terrible name. Let’s rename it Beef Meatball.”
Realizing his intent, Oni Yuki clutched his shoulder. “Are you certain? Oni Rasha’s demon flames can incinerate even vampires. They counter your kind!”
Her resolve wavered—this was the perfect chance to escape, yet she spoke anyway.
Fang Cheng peeled her hand away, grinning. “Repeat after me: I’m *special*. Stop judging me by ordinary standards.”
Staring at his smirk, Oni Yuki fell silent.
“Think carefully about how you should thank me.”
“I…”
Before she could finish speaking, Fang Cheng lifted her up and hurled her downward.
Oni Yuki’s words were forced back by the violent wind, her armor clattering as Fang Cheng’s figure shrank rapidly in her vision.
This was a hundred-meter drop – surviving would require miracles.
But she trusted Fang Cheng’s judgment. True enough, a massive Blood Eagle caught her mid-plummet, circling steadily through the air.
She scrambled upright, searching until she spotted Fang Cheng below – twin demon swords in hand, charging straight toward Oni Rasha.
“Any form of gratitude… I’ll accept.”
Oni Yuki stared at Fang Cheng’s advancing figure, murmuring, “Just win this.”
Fang Cheng reactivated his Blood Combat Suit. Overload Mode combined with propulsion jets and short-distance dash made his speed rival a fired shell.
He gripped the demon swords tightly – the Steel Blood’s durability alone couldn’t handle this fight.
Ironically, despite specializing in ranged bombardment, here he was in close melee again. What a disgrace for a firepower user.
But against Oni Rasha’s monstrous healing? His attacks needed precision, not volume.
Oni Rasha lumbered toward shore, murder blazing in his eyes. Even if Oni Yuki surrendered now, he’d crush her skull personally.
“You dare return?!”
The giant demon spat torrents of scorching demon flames. Fang Cheng retaliated by spewing blood from his mouth.
The liquids collided, blood vaporizing into crimson steam.
Fang Cheng shot through the mist like a stealth jet, closing in from below.
“SCRAM!”
Demon flames erupted from Oni Rasha’s pores, engulfing the area in fire.
Fang Cheng numbed his pain sensors and plunged through the inferno.
His Combat Suit glowed red-hot, flesh blistering and healing in rapid cycles beneath it.
Oni Rasha swung a tree-trunk-sized arm. Nozzles flared across Fang Cheng’s suit, vectoring him sideways.
He banked hard, slamming into the demon’s distended belly. Both demon swords plunged deep, carving a meter-long gash.
No blood spilled – only more demon flames.
Fang Cheng tunneled into the wound, ignoring the searing heat.
“FILTHY INSECT! OUT!”
Oni Rasha clawed at his own stomach, but Fang Cheng had already vanished into the fleshy labyrinth.
Steel Blood spikes erupted from the demon’s body like porcupine quills. Some crept upward along the spine, targeting the brain.
“YOU… DIE NOW!”
Oni Rasha choked his own neck, halting the ascending spikes. Internal demon flames surged, turning his body into a furnace – harmless to himself, lethal to intruders.
Inside the abdominal cavity, Fang Cheng’s Steel Blood whirred like a meat grinder, shredding organs and tissue.
CLANG!
A rib shattered his Steel Blood blade. The bone gleamed unharmed – harder than steel, supporting the demon’s massive frame.
Oni Rasha cranked the flames hotter. Fang Cheng’s healing faltered as his skin blackened.
“So this is the furnace from that monkey legend? Guess that makes you… Mrs. Ox?”
Fang Cheng swallowed scorching air, resisting retreat. Escape meant no second chance.
His remaining Steel Blood kept cutting even as it melted. Then the flames spiked.
Flesh charred. Organs cooked. Healing failed.
“Dammit… actually dying here?”
His final thought flickered – resurrection wasn’t infinite, after all.
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