My Arms Can Turn into Blades-Chapter 182 - 160: The Imitator_2

Thud—

Then, once more, another punch.

Thud—

Thud—

Thud—

The dull thuds continued.

The tremors came wave after wave.

It felt as if the entire city was awakening at this moment, emitting a powerful heartbeat.

Aside from that, there were no other sounds.

Thud—

Another punch.

Yan Kan's skull caved in completely, his whole face wrinkled, both eyes dislodged from their sockets, popping out.

Chen Lusi panted heavily, gradually stopping his hand, stood up, and pinched Yan Kan's deformed neck, lifting him up and pressing him against the shattered wall.

Yan Kan's body twitched, seemingly still alive, flailing his hands aimlessly.

Chen Lusi reached out for the short dagger made of blood on the ground, and directly stabbed it into his forehead.

Clink— 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

The blade pierced through Yan Kan's forehead, embedding into the concrete, making a crisp sound.

"..."

Yan Kan gradually stopped twitching.

Once again, Chen Lusi raised his fist, aiming at his head.

Thud—

The city's last heartbeat sounded.

Blue blood splattered forward.

Yan Kan's head, along with the entire wall... disappeared together.

"..."

"..."

"..."

All was silent.

Everyone was stunned.

At this moment, all remaining empowerers felt a bone-chilling cold.

It was an almost tangible fear bringing about the chill.

Chen Lusi stood his ground, still panting even after Yan Kan's death.

Slowly, he turned his head, sweeping past the people Yan Kan brought, finally fixing his gaze on Yin Heng atop the building.

"..."

Yin Heng shivered, hurriedly pulling out an ancient object, preparing to teleport.

But Chen Lusi appeared in front of him before he even realized...

It wasn't until he saw Chen Lusi.

...that the sonic boom sounded.

Chen Lusi reached out, gripping Yin Heng's throat, stepping forward and pinning him against the wall.

Yin Heng trembled, disregarding everything, immediately activated his last life-saving skill 'Divine Travel'.

But the expected teleportation did not happen.

Behind Chen Lusi, the shadow synchronized with him tightly grasped the imperceptible tendril.

The tendril struggled continuously.

The shadow, looking somewhat annoyed, opened its mouth and bit down on the tendril.

A silent bite.

The part of the tendril that was bitten off vanished instantly.

The shadow continued, taking a few more bites.

Soon.

The tendril stopped moving, as if losing its vitality.

...'Divine Travel' was completely nullified.

Yin Heng opened his mouth wide, frightened to near insanity, stammering, "What, what, what are you?!?!"

Chen Lusi didn't respond, gripping his throat with one hand, slowly raising the other hand.

Upon seeing Chen Lusi lift his fist, the previous scenes flashed through his mind.

Yin Heng... wet himself.

He raised his hand, frantically releasing his authority.

Tendrils surged from his palms.

Chen Lusi clenched his fist, blood seeped from his skin again, and several blood daggers materialized in mid-air, lashing forward, pinning all of Yin Heng's tendrils to the wall.

Then, he released his fist, swung his right arm, activating his own authority.

Flesh twisted, a cold gleam emerged suddenly.

Then he thrust forward!

"..."

Yin Heng saw the blade enlarging before his eyes, with the only remaining thought—

Is this another variant of Lu Hao's 'Invisible Blade'?

What the hell is this...?

Then.

His thoughts broke off.

Because the blade formed from flesh and blood of Chen Lusi's right arm had already pierced through his skull.

Chen Lusi tightened his grip on Yin Heng's neck, exerting force with his right hand.

Pushing forward.

Pushing further forward.

Pfft!

The blade composed of half an arm of flesh and blood penetrated through Yin Heng's head, even passing through the concrete wall he leaned against, appearing on the other side.

Drip—

On the other side of the concrete wall, a drop of blue blood fell slowly.

At the moment the blood hit the ground.

Yin Heng completely stopped twitching.

Chen Lusi swung his right arm upward forcefully.

Yin Heng's head split in two, beyond dead.

"..."

Chen Lusi slowly released Yin Heng's neck, letting him fall like garbage, then suddenly turned his head, looking in another direction.

Tang Language arrived upon the rooftop.

...only to see Yin Heng's corpse.

Chen Lusi had already vanished.

"..."

Tang Language opened her mouth, staring at the scene, unable to maintain her beastified state, standing frozen.

What exactly happened?

Where is Chen Lusi?

Until.

Screams and the cries of a fox rang out again.

Tang Language snapped back to reality, looked toward the source of the sound.

Chen Lusi...

Wait.

Never mind for now.

Is that my authority ability?

If it is, and Chen Lusi completely beastifies...

Tang Language caught her breath, immediately turning her head and gave chase.

...

Chen Lusi was indeed nearing a complete beast state.

The scent of blood drove him to briefly use his limbs to accelerate.

And for the members that Yin Heng brought... it was simply a nightmare.

A bloodthirsty, vengeful beast...

"Please... ah..."

Another tragic wail.

A broken body flew away.

Chen Lusi hunched over, propped himself up against the wall, slowly standing up, the traces of beastification on his face grew heavier.

His chest heaved, panting, carefully distinguishing the various scents from all directions.

Searching for empowerers.

Quickly.

He found them... propping himself against the wall, moving forward.

Turning around a small alley, he saw his target.

A currently empty street due to numerous explosions.

A tall woman pushing a wheelchair walked forward.

On the wheelchair, a girl with her bangs swept up, a cold expression, her hands interlocked, constantly looking to the sides.

Upon noticing Chen Lusi, hunched over.

The tall woman pushing the wheelchair paused, immediately wanting to shield the girl.

But before she could do anything, Chen Lusi appeared in front of the wheelchair, breathing heavily, lowering his head to look at the girl.

The tall woman's body stiffened, just about to act.

The girl on the wheelchair, with her bangs swept up and an indifferent face, suddenly raised her head, speaking directly, "I'm a cripple, didn't participate in the rebellion, if you want to beat up the disabled, go ahead."

"..."

Chen Lusi glanced at her legs, although still panting, the bloodthirstiness on his face faded considerably, he shook his head, barely regaining clarity.

But as soon as he sobered up, a fierce dizziness swept in.

Chen Lusi's steps became unsteady.

He reached out, grabbing the wheelchair to steady himself.

But his eyelids grew heavier... and heavier...

Bang.

He fell directly to the ground, his consciousness began to blur, everything before him overlapped.

"...You're more interesting than that dumb fox Tang Language, just a bit dirty."

A voice came.

Someone's hand was on his head.

But Chen Lusi couldn't speak anymore.

Soon, Chen Lusi's consciousness disconnected... and he sank into a deep sleep named tranquility.

A minute later.

Tang Language arrived.

Upon seeing the expressionless girl in the wheelchair, and Chen Lusi fainted at her legs, she stared in bewilderment.

"Ji Xin!"