The Creatures That We Are - C.473: Fury

Gao Yang was forced to pull back the hand about to grip the man’s neck, but he didn’t stop attacking. He shot out a torrent of fierce flames from his hand to burn XIng Kong’s upper body instead.

Xing Kong pulled back his elbow too, dropping down to dodge the flames. Then with a roll and a jump, he got out of Gao Yang’s attack range.

Gao Yang hid his surprise. Xing Kong was more agile than he had expected. To quantify it, he would say the man’s Ability was over 1000.

Xing Kong leisurely glanced at Gao Yang’s father, who was lying not far from him. “You should hurry, Elder Seven Shadow, or your mother is going to be a widow, haha!”

Fury overflowed from Gao Yang’s chest. He conjured a double and flanked Xing Kong from both sides.

[Warning! Luck acquisition rate increases to 4000 times.]

Gao Yang started. Had Xing Kong been hiding his power?!

In the split second, Gao Yang and his double approached Xing Kong from both sides. Meanwhile, the faint green glow around Xing Kong had turned a faint blue.

The Gao Yang on the right got to Xing Kong a second earlier, throwing an upper hook at Xing Kong’s chin. Xing Kong, rather than dodging it, lifted his hand to easily catch Gao Yang’s fist.

Xing Kong could sense how weak the fist was, and the punch wasn’t imbued with fire.

With a slight squeeze, the fist cracked audibly while Gao Yang remained expressionless, like he didn’t have a sense of pain.

It must be the double!

Xing Kong ignored the double and pulled his hand back, readying himself for the real Gao Yang’s attack.

The Gao Yang on the left swung his fist, hand wrapped in radiant fire. “Fire Punch!”

Xing Kong didn’t move away. He opened his arms and pushed his chest out, about to catch the punch head-on. The faint blue glow shrouding all his body converged to his chest in an instant.

Xing Kong scoffed inwardly, Good, he’s not gonna hurt me no matter how powerful his punch is.

Bam!

Gao Yang’s fist landed on Xing Kong’s chest, doing no damage.

But Xing Kong tensed. Something’s not right. It’s too weak, and the fire doesn’t actually do anything. It’s an illusion!

When Xing Kong realized it, it was already too late.

The Gao Yang on the right, whose fingers had been broken by Xing Kong, was the real one!

He had pretended to be the double, maintaining a perfect poker face even when his five fingers were broken. The great pain almost made him break, but thankfully, he was quite experienced in taking a beating. Moreover, Qilin’s trial of pain when interrogating him had significantly increased Gao Yang’s ability to endure pain.

He had fooled Xing Kong in order to catch him off guard!

“Fire Punch!”

The real Gao Yang swung his left fist at Xing Kong’s side. He only had a split second to make the attack, seizing the fleeting opening. Without the time to tap into more energy, his Fire Punch was only 40% effective.

Boom!

Fire burst out on Xing Kong’s side, sending him flying more than ten meters away. He rolled a few times before managing to get to his feet with difficulty. His side was a gory mess of charred flesh and melted skin and muscles, the bones revealed.

He threw up blood. The injury was quite serious.

Gao Yang didn’t immediately chase after the man. He had something more important to take care of.

His right hand fingers were all broken, immobile, so after teleporting to his father, he took out a shot of Medicine C with his left hand and bit off the cap, administering his father’s chest with a shot, emptying the syringe.

“Haha, hahaha...” Xing Kong held onto his injured side while picking himself up, laughing even harder. “That won’t work.”

Gao Yang stood up too, frowning.

“So you really think I’ll give you the chance?”

“What do you mean?” Gao Yang asked.

“I’ve long poisoned your father. He’s gonna die hahaha!”

Ring.

Something snapped in Gao Yang’s head.

Overwhelming fury, heartbreak, and regret coursed through his body, into his head and overriding his sanity. It felt like the world was spinning, and his soul was breaking out of his body.

Xing Kong’s voice became faint, like the voice was traveling through heavy seawater.

“Hahaha, once I kill you, I’ll kill your mother and sister. Oh, no, no. Your sister’s a cute one. No.10 will love her. I’ll give her to him for a few days...”

Gao Yang’s soul returned to his body. It was empty of anything other than a fury that boiled his blood and ate his bones.

Swoosh.

Gao Yang disappeared and reappeared above Xing Kong, tightening his left fist to make a Fire Punch at full power.

The flames raidated blinding golden light, shrouding Xing Kong and threatening to melt him the next second.

“Ha—”

Despite Xing Kong’s serious injury, he remained fearless. He opened his arms and shouted, the faint blue light around his body turning a faint golden color.

[Warning, Luck acquisition rate increases to 6000 times.]

Confusion flashed through Gao Yang’s mind when he heard the system’s warning.

How did he get stronger again?

Had he sealed away even more of his power before?

...

Clink, clink. Clang.

Meanwhile, Qing Ling and Madam Wu were locked in a relentless fight.

Qing Ling’s blade techniques were masterful, her weapons almost an extension of her hands.

However, Madam Wu had a cheat power. While she wasn’t as skilled as Qing Ling was, her limbs were all Black Gold weapons with incredible flexibility, making her even more agile than Qing Ling was by a small margin.

Qing Ling had tried to control Madam Wu’s body with Metal, but failed.

Black Gold resonated with the energy of its owner, and the longer they had been together, the more resilient the connection, evolving into a psychic bond of sorts.

It would be impossible for Qing Ling to manipulate Madam Wu’s Black Gold body unless her Willpower was much greater than Madam Wu’s.

They exchanged dozens of blows, and Qing Ling wasn’t gaining the upper hand at all.

It was the first time Qing Ling met her natural bane.

Madam Wu wasn’t that strong. She was far from the level of War Tiger and Wei, Pride Blade. However, she was a bad match for Qing Ling.

No matter how sharp Qing Ling’s Tang Dao was and how strong her blade aura was, none of her slashes even left a scratch on Madam Wu’s Black Gold body.

It was as if she was slashing at a Black Gold statue with two Black Gold blades, no different from both sides choosing rocks again and again when playing rock, paper, scissor. Qing Ling was only wasting her energy.

Madam Wu’s Black Gold body was more or less invincible to physical attacks, while Qing Ling was still flesh and bones. None of her attacks worked on Madam Wu, but Madam Wu could take Qing Ling’s life with one strike.

Madam Wu’s only weakness seemed to be her head; at least it looked like her head still had human flesh and bones.

Things would only get worse for Qing Ling if the fight dragged on.

An idea came to Qing Ling’s mind. She jumped up high with a cold blue blade aura imbuing her blades. She made a cross slash at Madam Wu’s face.

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