Chapter 83: Chapter Eighty: Just a trifling fatal injury

The previous chapter omitted a transformation plot; by reading this page you can return to the previous chapter to look at the earlier paragraphs. Thanks!

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The Mutant Clan was created by the God Clan to protect intelligent life and eliminate all threats to intelligent life as a killing machine.

However, over a long period of time, the Mutant Clan slowly evolved and directly broke free from the God Clan's control.

And to exterminate the rogue Mutant Clan, the God Clan created the Eternal Clan.

Thus, the Mutant Clan and the Eternal Clan are natural enemies, just like the Blood Clan and the Wolf Clan; when they meet, it's either you die or I die.

This Mutant Clan is clearly aimed at Ma Dongxi·Gilgamesh.

Su Qing just wanted to tell Ma Dongxi to get lost, but the Mutant Clan instead launched a sneak attack intending to kill him.

All this, added to Su Qing already being irritated from not finding Yao, ignited his fury; on the spot he rubbed together two fireballs and charged at the Mutant Clan.

"Go die!"

The Mutant Clan came to its senses, saw the ant-like humans, roared and swung a claw; Su Qing merely jumped with both feet to dodge the attack, then threw a double-handed fireball that splattered directly onto the Mutant Clan's big face.

Moreover, the Mutant Clan's speed and strength are top-notch, and its skin is extremely hard.

Even a fireball slammed into its face at full power couldn't injure the Mutant Clan in the slightest.

On the other side, Gilgamesh watched the man grappling with the Mutant Clan before him, feeling both astonished and curious.

He had long heard that a foreigner had come to the village, and unexpectedly he was also a magic-wielding mage.

But how could this mage only know how to cast fireballs?

In the battlefield.

The Mutant Clan rampaged indiscriminately, destroying all houses within a hundred-meter radius, as if nothing could stop it.

Su Qing possessed multiple bloodlines and skills, his ability already not bad, but facing such a huge monster impervious to blades and spears, he momentarily had no recourse and could only continually dodge attacks.

At this moment Gilgamesh finally came to his senses.

Seeing the villagers wailing in the ruins around the battlefield, his eyes turned red as he sprinted wildly toward the Mutant Clan, each step leaving a deep footprint on the ground.

Seeing this, the Mutant Clan's small eyes shifted, its tentacles coiled and flung out countless boulders to smash down.

Gilgamesh this barbarian, running at such speed he couldn't stop, was directly hit by several boulders, smashed into the earth and fell motionless.

"Damn, another berserker, brainless just like a werewolf."

Beside him, Su Qing watched this scene, feeling utterly speechless; he had originally wanted to join forces with Ma Dongxi to deal with the Mutant Clan.

He hadn't even finished shouting when Ma Dongxi charged ahead and got himself wiped out.

Suddenly, he felt a prickling on his back.

He turned around, and the Mutant Clan had already silently crept up behind him.

With one swipe, Su Qing was sent flying backward, but at the last moment he still managed to react, throwing the fireball in his hand.

Again the fireball splattered onto its face, and the Mutant Clan froze on the spot.

Afterward, it became angry.

Like a vicious dog it lunged forward, snapping down, but Su Qing perfectly dodged it.

Missing again, the Mutant Clan grew furious inside and decided to go all out.

Only see, several tentacles behind it madly stabbed out, like a machine gun firing bullets, piercing everything they touched.

No matter how agile his movements, Su Qing still ended up with wounds on his body.

He intended to create distance while thinking of a solution.

Suddenly, he saw a person—Yao, whom he had been searching for a long time.

At that moment Yao stood in the ruins, hand raised, murmuring incantations; the next second, splendid fireballs, water droplets, and ice cones shot forth, targeting the Mutant Clan.

"Run, danger, leave here." Knowing ordinary magic attacks would only tickle the Mutant Clan, Su Qing waved his hand, trying to tell Yao to leave quickly.

But in the end it was still too late.

Like a mad dog, the Mutant Clan instantly switched targets, its limbs kicking up huge clouds of dust as it charged straight at Yao.

Seeing this, even though Yao was usually mature, his eyes showed panic; he quickly formed seals with both hands, raising a stone wall before him.

But she ultimately still underestimated the Mutant Clan's ferocity.

With a bang, the stone wall shattered instantly; the Mutant Clan's ferocious maw gaped, about to bite Yao.

At the critical moment, Su Qing arrived in time and grabbed the Mutant Clan's upper and lower jaws.

"Su..." Yao stared blankly, obviously not yet recovered from that terrifying attack.

"Get out of here." Su Qing's veins bulged as he braced against the Mutant Clan, cutting her off.

"Okay." Yao instantly came to her senses, nodded, and turned to leave.

But then, a tentacle suddenly protruded from behind the Mutant Clan, whipped her, sending her flying backward to crash heavily into the nearby ruins.

Watching this, endless fury surged from within Su Qing; he swore that today he would surely crush the Mutant Clan's brain.

A red light flashed in Su Qing's eyes as he directly unleashed his full transformation.

In just a few breaths, the monster formed by combining the Three Source Blood of the Black Night reappeared.

His hair floated windlessly like Medusa's, eerie; the red light bursting from his eyes resembled a relic sunk in hell's depths, and his teeth and claws were sharp enough to tear apart any prey.

Su Qing's eyes blazing with anger, he seized half of the Mutant Clan's brain, leaned in, and snarled:

"Ready to die, you scum?"

Being treated like this, the Mutant Clan was practically about to faint from rage.

It had to make the bastard who dared grab its brain pay a heavy price.

A world-shocking battle is about to begin.

The Mutant Clan howled and shrieked.

Su Qing seized the opportunity, thrusting his right hand into the Mutant Clan's huge mouth, tightly gripping its tongue and yanking hard.

With a hiss, the Mutant Clan's tongue was torn off.

"Howl..." the Mutant Clan cried out in pain, lashing out with a claw.

Su Qing did not dodge; his arm muscles bulged as he clenched his fist and charged forward to collide.

After a violent clash of equal strength, the Mutant Clan was blown backward into the ruins, and Su Qing's situation was no better—he retreated four or five steps, his arm trembling.

The Mutant Clan clambered up from the ruins, still howling in defiance, when a sudden attack came—a washbasin‑sized fireball that left it stunned.

This was far from over.

Su Qing flapped the wings on his back, gave chase and slammed the Mutant Clan against the wall, grinding it.

The Mutant Clan was embedded in the wall, enduring a pounding of fists.

After a while, a miserable‑looking spicy chicken lay helpless on the ground.

But Su Qing knew the importance of a finishing blow, and was about to unleash his final killing strike.

The Mutant Clan wasn't feigning death; a tentacle erupted from the ground and pierced Su Qing's chest.

"Howl!" the Mutant Clan let out a victorious roar.

At the same time, a cry rang out: "No, Su Qing..."

Following the sound, Yao's figure appeared in the ruins, her face pale as she limped over.

Just then, Su Qing made his move.

He seized the tentacle with his left hand, and his right hand turned into a blade, flashing like lightning to pierce the Mutant Clan's eye.

"Little treasure, you can go die."

He thrust and twisted his arm again, turning the Mutant Clan's brain into a mush.

The word "death" was uttered.

The Mutant Clan instantly lost vitality and died where it stood.

Thus the battle ended, and Yao came forward, asking with concern:

"Su Qing, are you alright?"

Su Qing smiled and said: "It's nothing, just a few mortal wounds."

Saying this, he ended his transformation, and with a tug pulled the tentacle from his chest; the wound healed in an instant, leaving no scar.

With the Three Source Blood upon him, Su Qing's self‑healing ability became extraordinarily abnormal.

A mere fatal wound? Nothing but pediatric stuff.