Free Web NovelChapter 101: Chapter 100: Suppression
In the cramped, narrow kitchen, the woman staggered to her feet.
Her once youthful and lovely face was deeply sunken in the middle, looking like a ball of dough that had been punched hard.
Strangely, the sunken area was now slowly puffing back out as if being inflated.
"WHOOSH—"
A figure charged brazenly into the kitchen. The woman’s expression changed in an instant, as if she had seen a ghost, and she turned to flee.
"HISS—"
A hand shimmering with a faint glow shot through the air. Its five fingers spread, clamping onto her head like an iron vice.
Fu Juemin grabbed the woman’s head and slammed it violently against the side wall!
"BOOM!"
With a dull thud, the entire kitchen shook violently. Grease and dust rained down from the ceiling.
With his Soft Bone Talent fully activated and the terrifying boost of 20 points of Attack, nearly half of the woman’s head was driven straight into the wall, creating a spiderweb of cracks.
Fu Juemin’s entire arm suddenly swelled. He put force into his palm, pressing her head against the wall and grinding it rapidly—
In an instant, large chunks of plaster peeled off and brick dust flew. In the blink of an eye, he had plowed a two-meter-long trench into the wall. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
Reaching the doorframe, Fu Juemin swung his right leg like a battle-ax. The muscles under his suit pants tensed like solid iron as he kicked the woman viciously in the small of her back!
"BANG!"
The woman’s limp body was sent flying like a rubber ball, crashing straight into the living room and setting off a cacophony of shattering dishware.
Fu Juemin stepped on the plaster-covered floor and slowly followed her in.
Entering the living room, he saw the woman struggling to get up from amidst the splinters of wood and shards of porcelain under the light of a wildly swinging chandelier.
By now, her entire face had rotted away, revealing her true appearance beneath the human skin—
She looked like a swollen chunk of meat that had been skinned and soaked in a stinking gutter for months. The blood vessels and tendons on the surface twisted together like black tree roots. There was no nose, no lips, only three black holes of roughly the same size.
The top two black holes, which should have been eye sockets, contained no eyeballs. In their place were two scarlet dots of light, like a pair of red-hot embers hidden at the bottom of a dying stove.
The figure of a young maiden, the face of a ghoul, an old house, dim yellow lights... This scene, which should have been as terrifying as something from a horror movie, was completely ruined by the sheer terror and panic practically overflowing from the woman’s eyes.
It was as if *she* were the one being hunted by a monster.
Fu Juemin’s expression was calm, but a barely perceptible hint of gravity flickered in his eyes.
He had unleashed his full Martial Dao strength. After that series of attacks, a normal opponent, even a Tongxuan Martial Artist protected by a Qi Membrane, would have been in bad shape.
But the ghastly creature before him had only suffered superficial wounds. No, it hadn’t even suffered superficial wounds, because the skin that had been beaten to a pulp wasn’t its own to begin with.
If not for the absolute suppressive effect of the Black-Scaled Snake Demon’s Soul Seed aura within his body, which made it focus only on fleeing without daring to fight back, the outcome of this battle would have been truly uncertain.
"Hh... hh..."
Seeing Fu Juemin, the woman let out a ragged, rapid gasp, like a broken bellows, and turned to flee deeper into the house.
Fu Juemin took a deep breath. Under the effect of his Soft Bone Talent, every joint in his body exerted force, activating his muscles. His snow-white suit rippled and tensed, as if a great, unseen python were coiling and uncoiling beneath it.
The next second, he took a step forward. The floor tiles beneath his feet cracked as he shot forward like a cannonball, slamming heavily into the woman’s back with a BOOM.
Wuling Han Yue!
"POW!"
When he used this move with his current strength, the sheer explosive force and recoil instantly burst the seams of the shirt and suit on his right arm.
The woman, who had taken the full force of Fu Juemin’s charge on her wide-open back, was sent crashing through the living room wall with a BOOM, landing straight in the room beyond.
"RRRIP—"
Fu Juemin ripped off the cumbersome necktie from his neck and strode into the room.
Surprisingly, the light was on in the room, but it cast an eerie, dark red glow, like a photographer’s darkroom.
The four walls were hung with all sorts of human skins, and some comic manuscript pages were scattered on the floor.
The woman was embedded in a large wardrobe on one side of the room like a broken doll, her spine bent at an unnatural angle.
A normal person would have been long dead from such a devastating blow, yet she could still grab the wardrobe doors with both hands and shakily try to stand up.
Beneath the tattered skin of her back, the uneven areas were rapidly smoothing out. With a series of CRACKLE CRACKLE sounds, her broken bones seemed to be setting themselves.
Fu Juemin’s brow furrowed. He wasn’t going to give her the chance to get up.
Under his shirt, black veins bulged on the inside of his forearms like little snakes. The hidden blades on the edges of his Snake Scale Gloves extended with a metallic clang, like a snake spreading its membranous wings.
An indescribable aura gathered around him, brewing, roiling...
The moment it reached its peak, Fu Juemin transformed into a black rainbow, slashing through the air toward the woman in front of the wardrobe.
Snake Form: Demon Light!
"BOOM—"
The already battered wardrobe was blown to smithereens by the attack.
Fu Juemin reappeared on the other side of the room, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, breathing lightly.
He had used up more than half of his already scarce Poisonous Killing Qi, but it seemed this attack had finally had some effect.
Amidst the scattered wooden splinters, the woman was curled up like a wounded stray cat, letting out low howls. A long, narrow wound on her neck was oozing a black, viscous fluid....
’It seems the Poisonous Killing Qi fused with the Demon Soul is quite lethal to evil spirits as well...’
As if he had suddenly found the right approach, Fu Juemin’s eyes lit up. He shaped his hands into blades, ready to attack again.
But just then, the expression of the previously cowardly, cowering woman suddenly turned ferocious. A long, dark red tongue slithered out of its mouth. The skin on both its hands split open, revealing sharp, dark red, sickle-like nails. It propped itself up, its two eyes staring viciously at Fu Juemin.
Fu Juemin froze, a sensation of being pricked by countless icy needles instantly covering his back.
"Hoo... chhh..."
After a standoff that lasted a few breaths, the two figures exploded into motion almost simultaneously.
"SWOOSH—"
In the small room, Fu Juemin charged forward a short distance before turning in astonishment, watching as the woman, without a backward glance, dodged him and bolted for the door.
"How... utterly pathetic!"
Coming to his senses, Fu Juemin shook his head, speechless. But he now fully understood just how terrifying the natural suppressive power of the Snake Demon Soul Seed was against these kinds of ghouls.
It was even more extreme than a predator-prey relationship in the natural world. This ghoul’s strength was clearly not weak, perhaps even significantly greater than his own, yet it didn’t even have the courage to resist him.
’Under the pressure of the Soul Seed, it just willingly becomes a punching bag...’
Fu Juemin strode out of the room, drawing the revolver tucked into his waistband. As he loaded it, he thought, ’I wonder if firearms are effective against ghouls?’
By this time, the fleeing woman had reached the entryway and was reaching for the latch on the door.
Just then, the noisy clamor of voices came from outside the door. It sounded... like the commotion they’d made was so loud that it had alarmed the neighbors, who had called the Patrol Police. freeweɓnovel.cѳm
They were just a door apart.
Instead of being alarmed, the woman was overjoyed. A rapturous glee, born of hope, erupted from her two scarlet eye sockets.
It eagerly reached for the latch, but in the next second, a hand suddenly shot out from behind, grabbed it by the scalp, and dragged it swiftly back into the house.
"You think you can be seen in this state? Yet you still want to call the police? You must be crazy..."
From the darkness, a desperate wail could be faintly heard. Before long, it was drowned out by the BANG BANG of someone pounding on the door from outside.
"Patrol Police! Open the door!"
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