Chapter 391: Torture!

Su Ming’s eyes were as calm as a pool of water; he was thin and dressed in black, yet he brought a soul-trembling level of pressure to the shapeshifter.

"High-level shapeshifters don't have many restrictive rules for parasitizing bodies."

Su Ming arrived in front of the shapeshifter and said with a calm gaze.

"As long as the target is sufficiently weakened, let alone Fifth Rank, you can even parasitize Sixth or Seventh Rank bodies and reach the sky in one step."

"Because of this, you are also known as one of the most terrifying high-level creatures."

Su Ming said with an indifferent gaze.

"However, your true form doesn't have much combat capability; it just has strong self-healing ability and is a bit hard to kill."

"This can also be considered the biggest weakness of your race."

In his past life, Su Ming had fought shapeshifters, so he was experienced.

This was the reason he won.

Vampires feared sunlight, humans feared infighting, ghost races feared holy attributes; every race had its weaknesses, and shapeshifters were no exception.

Their weakness was that when changing bodies, their true form, which had no combat power, would be exposed.

The shapeshifter trembled, looking at Su Ming in fear.

It never expected Su Ming to actively lure it to appear; such deep thinking was truly beyond its expectations.

Its speed of parasitizing a body was extremely fast, taking only an instant, which was why it dared to leave the body rashly.

Yet Su Ming was able to react to even this; just how high was his Agility attribute!?

Shapeshifters—even just hearing the name could stop a child from crying at night; even the towering Giant race would feel nervous and flustered when facing a shapeshifter.

But Su Ming, facing a high-level shapeshifter like itself, was so calm, and could instantly come up with a plan, risking himself to reverse the situation.

This kind of shrewd thinking and means were simply mind-boggling.

Was he... really just a youth under 19 years old!?

"Now, there are only two paths before you." Su Ming said sternly.

"First, sign an eternal slave contract with me and bow down to me."

"Second, be killed by me right here."

Su Ming’s eyes never carried a trace of emotion.

Although the shapeshifter had strong self-healing ability, Su Ming really had a way to kill it.

That was Death Trace!

As long as it stacked to one hundred layers, it would definitely die.

Su Ming had already stacked dozens of layers.

Just now, in the slowed time, he just hadn't dealt the killing blow.

If such a rare creature could be used by him and become a slave under his command, it would be incredibly useful when dealing with the Zhang family.

So he wanted to try to see if he could subdue it.

What great ambition!

The high-level shapeshifter recovered some clarity from the lingering pain, horror flashing in its eyes.

"This Venerable... is a high-level shapeshifter!"

"I am the nightmare of all races; everyone wishes they could see me and execute me, fearing I might live one more second. You actually think of subduing me!"

It endured the pain and grinned.

"You are too confident in your own strength, aren't you?" It said, pressing its voice.

"Over-ambition will only backfire on you..."

"No need to bluff me." It trembled all over, the tips of its tentacles rising and pointing at Su Ming.

"With my self-healing ability, it’s impossible for a Fifth Rank Sword Master like you to kill me."

It was covered in black blood, pinned by dozens of swords, looking miserable and no longer having its former majesty, yet it still refused to show weakness.

A high-level shapeshifter, if converted to a human, was basically a peerless genius who awakened Epic or even Ancient-level skills innately.

Its status in its race was equivalent to the level of a ruler of a country among humans.

So it naturally had its own pride and dignity and couldn't easily bow down to a low-level race as mediocre as humans.

After saying this, its pupils trembled violently.

In an instant, a power that bewitched people’s hearts emerged.

This was one of its innate skills, Will Occupation.

Even without taking a body, it could use this move to paralyze enemies from a distance.

However, Su Ming stood in place, unmoved.

The [Pure Soul] talent had top-tier resistance to the effects of most thinking and will influences.

Even a high-level shapeshifter couldn't take Su Ming down.

"You really are stubborn."

Su Ming’s expression was calm, and he didn't say much.

He directly used the Eye of Insight to check its true form.

Now that it didn't have Zai Da’s body to wrap it, he could scan its data more realistically and find possible ways to subdue it.

[Wan Wu (True Form)]

[Race: High-Level Shapeshifter]

[Level: 55 (123 million 550 thousand experience points)]

[Profession: Shapeshifting Demon]

[Strength: 240]

[Constitution: 239]

[Agility: 400]

[Spirit: 999]

[Luck: 123]

[Talents: Ten Thousand Fearful Creatures, Ancient Genes, Body-Occupying Monster]

[Skills: Rapid Regeneration, Thought Reading, Will Occupation, Memory Modification, Experience Absorption, Predation, Parasitism...]

[BUFF]

[Pain Sensitivity: The nerves of its true form are one quadrillion times more sensitive to pain than normal creatures.]

Shapeshifters were different from humans.

They were in an awakened state from birth and didn't need an awakening ceremony.

But all shapeshifters’ professions were Shapeshifting Demon.

Unlike humans and other races, which had thousands of possibilities for changing professions.

It turned out this shapeshifter’s true name was Wan Wu.

After leaving Zai Da’s body, it lost Zai Da’s skills.

But its true form had assimilated Zai Da’s experience and reached over level fifty.

Human class-changers needed to kill monsters to level up.

But for shapeshifters, parasitizing and shapeshifting would absorb and assimilate experience; even if they left that body, their level wouldn't drop.

"Your true form... is really fragile; except for Spirit and Agility, everything else is inferior to ordinary Fifth Rank human powerhouses."

Su Ming smiled.

This smile made the shapeshifter feel inexplicably terrified.

"The shapeshifter race, relying only on its own strength, actually doesn't rank high; you rely on the despicable talent of possession to rank as a high-level existence like a demon among all races."

"Am I right, Wan Wu?"

Hearing this, Wan Wu’s voice trembled.

"You... how do you know my true name?"

Su Ming approached leisurely.

"Heh, here with me, there are still too many methods you don't know..."

As he spoke, Su Ming casually delivered a sword strike, piercing one of the shapeshifter’s eyeballs.

Immediately, it began to scream heart-wrenchingly again, its tentacles trembling and twisting, its fuzz wriggling finely, looking like it was wishing for death.

That eyeball injury soon healed and recovered.

But the pain it brought was real, lasting, and never dissipated, causing all the dignity it had previously pretended to have to vanish into thin air.

"For example, I know that after your true form loses the wrapping of the body vessel."

"Your biggest weakness will be revealed."

"That is sensitivity to pain."