Chapter 50: Why Aren’t You Afraid?
Chapter 50: Why Aren’t You Afraid?
Fang Cheng raised his left hand in shock. His middle finger had been cleanly severed as if by a razor-sharp blade, blood pouring from the wound.
“What the hell is this power? Reality-bending words?”
Startled, Fang Cheng attempted a short-distance dash toward the young man.
To his horror, the short-distance dash didn’t activate—it simply failed.
Even his enhanced Stamina seemed gone, leaving him running like an average high school student.
At this pitiful speed, he posed no threat. No matter how hard he sprinted, the motionless young man stayed perpetually out of reach.
The youth kept smiling. “Your right ear will be severed,” he announced.
Fang Cheng’s right ear dropped to the ground. The wound was flawless, blood drenching half his face and shoulder.
The searing pain made him grit his teeth. Worse, neither wound showed signs of healing.
_Had his immortality failed? Was his healing blocked?_
Thoughts raced through his mind. In the past, he might’ve panicked—now, icy calm held him.
“Who are you?” Fang Cheng halted, abandoning pursuit.
As he spoke, he discreetly tried activating Steel Blood. It too lay dormant.
Every ability was gone. He’d been reduced to a mere mortal.
The young man produced a cigarette from his palm like a magician, lighting it with flames flickering on his fingertip.
He inhaled deeply, then blew out smoke that twisted into a chirping bird circling his head.
After this display, the youth grinned. “Call me Takezumi Kei. A magician, at your service.”
“Got a grudge against me?”
“None whatsoever.” Takezumi shook his head. “We’re strangers.”
Fang Cheng tilted his head. “Then did I bang your mom by accident? That why you’re here?”
Takezumi’s gaze turned glacial. “Soon you’ll lose hands, feet, head, torso—all free of charge. Enjoy the anticipation.”
“So generous? Let me return the favor.” Fang Cheng smirked. “How about banging your mom in front of you and your dad? My specialty.”
Takezumi’s smile vanished. “You’ll regret this. Your agony will last far longer now.”
He pointed. “Your right arm tears free from the shoulder.”
An unseen force shredded Fang Cheng’s arm—bones snapping, muscles ripping. The limb hit the ground with a wet slap, blood pooling.
Pain blanched Fang Cheng’s face, but his mind raced, hunting solutions.
Takezumi raised his voice. “Your left leg severs at the knee.”
As if sliced by an invisible blade, Fang Cheng’s left calf snapped at the knee, blood gushing like an open faucet. Balancing on his right leg, he casually stroked his chin with his remaining left hand while locking his gaze on Takezumi Kei.
“Why’d you want to kill me? At least tell me why before I die?”
Takezumi Kei’s eyes widened slightly at Fang Cheng’s calmness.
He smirked. “Almost forgot. The employer wanted me to say this—heard you’re close with Asaka Akihime. I’ll take good care of her after you’re gone.”
A name instantly flashed through Fang Cheng’s mind.
Takezumi Kei pressed on without pause. “Your right leg gets cut off at the knee.”
Fang Cheng’s right leg flew away. He collapsed into the pool of blood, raising his remaining left hand to flip Takezumi Kei a middle finger.
“Your left hand gets twisted off at the shoulder.”
Fang Cheng’s left arm contorted violently before rolling aside, middle finger still upright.
Now a limbless trunk on the ground, Fang Cheng barked a laugh. “Even without hands or feet, my little buddy here could still make your mom happy!”
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Takezumi Kei’s face hardened. He’d killed countless people, but none had mocked death like this shattered wreck.
The pain alone should’ve driven anyone mad.
Regaining composure, Takezumi Kei growled, “Your neck gets severed.”
Fang Cheng’s head thumped to the ground.
Staring at the mutilated corpse, Takezumi Kei finally relaxed.
“Done…”
He wiped sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. This should’ve been a simple hit on a high school student, not a battle of wills against some fearless lunatic. He’d definitely demand extra pay.
“That’s it?”
Takezumi Kei froze.
Looking up, he saw Fang Cheng standing unharmed—no blood, no severed limbs.
Fang Cheng stared at the unchanged number in his vision: 2. Dying hadn’t reduced his lives. Either this was a glitch, or none of it had been real.
He strode toward the panicking man. “All talk, huh? Just illusions? Hypnosis?”
“Your legs get chopped off! Your heart fragments!” Takezumi Kei shouted.
Fang Cheng collapsed as his legs detached and heart shattered. Then time rewound—limbs reattached, heart whole.
The life counter stayed at 2.
Fang Cheng grinned. Takezumi Kei’s power needed specific conditions to kill. Without them, Fang Cheng just… reset. Even his clothes mended themselves.
As Fang Cheng advanced again, Takezumi Kei’s commands grew weaker: “Arms… cut! Waist… severed!” Each death-loop left him paler, sweat drenching his shirt.
Fang Cheng closed the distance effortlessly.
“Stay back!!” Takezumi Kei screamed, retreating. “Why aren’t you scared?!”
Fang Cheng yanked his barely-attached left arm free and swung it like a club.
“Why? ‘Cause I’m your damn daddy!”
The muscle mass smashed Takezumi Kei’s face like a hammer, sending him flying. Darkness peeled away as he fell.