Chapter 449: Second Lin An

As time began to flow, the bullet struck the chest squarely.

No bursting blood spray, no penetrating wound.

The bullet loaded with antitoxin serum sank into AnXia's body like a drop of water.

No one noticed.

Except for the instigator, Chu An.

Everything seemed to happen outside the world.

Midair.

AnXia, hit by the bullet, hung motionless in midair.

However.

Almost the instant time flowed, Lin An suddenly raised his head.

In his pitch-black eyes devoid of any glint, he indifferently stared at the giant foot that had likewise resumed motion, stepping down.

Courting death...

Bug...

He lightly turned his wrist, and the hand gripping Blood Abyss suddenly thrust a sword forward.

The trajectory was perfect, naturally formed.

Soundless and silent.

Under high-frequency vibration, the blade easily slipped along the sutured gap into the sole, then instantly cut seven times.

"Whoosh—"

Like a butcher dissecting an ox.

The giant foot, concealed and linked by spider silk, shattered into large and small fragments, collapsing and falling to the ground.

No time for pain, no time to react.

Before the spider's creator could realize what was happening, Lin An instantly sprinted along its shattered foot bones.

Leaping, flipping, dodging, he danced on the blade's edge like an art.

The strangeness of his form made it hard to predict Lin An's movement trajectory.

Sword shadows enveloped.

Like the most meticulous butcher, Lin An's ghostly form weaved through the Thousand-Eye Zombie's "interior", his Blood Abyss following the "grain" to remove bone.

Smooth and fluid.

The blade's vibration scraped against bone, producing a grating sound that set teeth on edge.

Impossible to resist, impossible to block, even unable to retaliate.

In its eyes, Lin An's tiny frame clearly lacked any spiritual aura or skill effects, yet each strike struck straight at its weak point.

Weaving, cutting, decomposing, stripping.

Flesh peeled away, bones disassembled, nerves excised.

The scene was too gruesome.

A life-and-death battle, after Lin An relinquished control of his body, actually became the operating theater of a second Lin An.

Whenever the spider's creator, terrified, tried to counterattack—even at the cost of self-harm to crush the Lin An on it—a precise strike would always interrupt its move.

I...

Can't move!?

He swung his arm, but Lin An slashed a sword into the joint gap.

When he curled his fingers, the linked tendons and spider silk would be directly severed.

Even if he deployed thousands of giant eyes to unleash mental intimidation, Lin An would strangely evade it, hiding in its visual blind spot.

Thousands of giant eyes, at this point, actually became a burden.

It could only despairingly watch itself being vivisected.

Absurd, unsettling.

When each eyeball burst like a punctured water bag, the Thousand-Eye Zombie could no longer hold back a mad roar.

If one were to say.

Before falling into darkness, Lin An was an elite soldier fighting by instinct; now Lin An is the grim reaper commanding its life.

The elevation of combat level represents absolute domination.

When the black shadow wielding Blood Blade roamed the Thousand-Eye Zombie's massive body as if relishing slaughter.

Everyone was stunned into speechlessness.

As if speaking to Lin An, as if venting anger that had never before surfaced.

Lin An, while mockingly carving the monster's flesh, also jeered at his former "self".

"Combat Instinct... Heavenly Human Form..."

"With such a powerful skill, you actually use it for simple calculation?"

He turned his wrist; mid-sentence, Lin An directly gouged out a giant eye from the Zombie's body, then contemptuously stomped it to burst.

"A garbage mutant made of waste, even a tiny spider could force you to play your trump card."

"I'm truly ashamed for you..."

Deep within his spirit, the sinking Lin An silently listened to himself mocking himself.

Like a second persona.

The "self" that had endured countless death battles.

Whether in combat or strategy, there is no doubt he far surpasses his ordinary self.

Right now, the combat power displayed by the second Lin An has completely crushed the Thousand-Eye Zombie.

There's nothing particularly special about it.

It's simply dodging, striking, and interrupting attacks.

Repeating this cycle, it flows like clouds and water.

But compared to before, after he activated his talent, he would dodge an attack and then strike.

At this moment, the other Lin An is undoubtedly much more violent.

Licking blood off the blade tip.

Every time he dodged the monster's attack, he switched to a counterattack, thereby breaking the monster's attack rhythm.

Close-quarters combat, walking on the edge of death.

Under more powerful combat calculation.

If the former Lin An predicted the monster's next move, then the present Lin An has rehearsed the entire battle process.

Under absolute confidence, he toyed with and played around the spider maker.

In what seemed like foreknowledge of everything, he played the monster in the palm of his hand.

A mocking voice continued to sound.

In order to force Lin An to completely suppress his original rationality,

At this moment, the second Lin An doesn't mind wiping out his confidence completely.

«You clearly possess the Judgment Eye, able to easily probe the monster's weak points.. »

«You clearly have talent helping you calculate the monster's attack trajectory, predicting the next move... »

«You clearly have ample mental power to speed up thinking and counterattack... »

«But you, however, don't even know how to combine these abilities... »

Even his voice carries a hint of brutality.

The sword shadow in his hand flickers.

As if putting on a display.

Alloy long swords shoot out one after another, slicing back and forth through the monster's flesh.

Spurts of blood columns burst open repeatedly on the monster's massive body.

Consuming only a tiny amount of mental power.

Lin An casually controls a number of long swords far exceeding before.

Dozens of ordinary weapons explosively unleash bizarre destructive power.

Eyeballs pierce through, like mercury pouring into the bone marrow.

In the astonished gazes of the Military Region and base members, the originally massive Thousand-Eye Zombie was literally whittled down into a «stick», an artificial fountain.

Wails, impotent roars.

Actually, I don't know why.

While watching «Lin An» massacre the monster, many felt a chill rise in their hearts.

Bones shattered, limbs severed, like sashimi fish on a cutting board.

When Lin An rushed into the monster's rear brain and maliciously tore open a gap,

They even felt that the monster's gruesome state...

Some... pitiful?

At this very moment.

Inside the Wangjiang Military Region Meeting Room, a deathly silence prevailed.

One reversal after another left them speechless for a while.

Swallowing saliva.

Wang Meng stared fixedly at Lin An massacring the monster on the screen, bewildered:

«He! He didn't even use spiritual energy!? »

«Why is he stronger than before!? »

It shattered their cognition.

Not only him, but no one in the venue could understand why such a change occurred.

The newly appeared Third-Rank White Shadow was strangely immobilized, and the monster that had previously chased and attacked Lin An also turned into a bloody, fuzzy flesh stick.

If Lin An had erupted spiritual energy again or used some other trump card to produce this effect, they could still understand.

But now, they cannot understand.

Looking at Lin An on the screen, each person's face showed genuine unease and fear.

Clearly, he was massacring the monster.

But Lin An's brutal fighting style made them unable to help feeling a little afraid.

If time were reversed, if they were fortunate enough to see it, to see the expressions of the Long'an Project experimenters back then.

They would be surprised to discover.

Their feelings at this moment are actually the same.

They are witnessing the birth of a monster.