Chapter 129

With 【Married-Dead Twins】 guaranteeing two lives, I don't need to be too cautious; I can prioritize raising my attack attributes first.

Feng Mu hesitated little, investing two attribute points into Strength.

The scene of Senior Brother Li Bashan killing people as easily as smashing garlic with a ladle left an extremely deep impression on Feng Mu today; he also wanted to be able to do things with the flip of a hand. Compared to the saying that among all martial arts under heaven, speed is unbreakable, Feng Mu was still more inclined to take the path of one force reducing ten skills.

Compared to "Dongfang Bubai," Feng Mu preferred "Western Chu Overlord."

Of course, with the system by his side—pah, as long as he laid a solid foundation step by step, one day he would surely combine both into one.

Thus, Strength surged to 8.9 (3.5+5.4).

A surging heat current flowed through his whole body; his muscles seemed soaked in boiling water, his flesh suddenly swelled a circle, then like breathing, sank back down.

A thoroughly satisfying sense of fulfillment swept through his entire body.

Feng Mu clenched his fist with a flushed face, and he could see the muscle groups under his skin trembling, like taut springs, storing terrifying power.

Feng Mu casually punched the air, immediately emitting a dull sound.

He grinned at the corners of his mouth, then a strong sense of emptiness surged into his heart; after the emptiness came a strange sense of greed, as if whispering in his ear: Master, do it again~

Feng Mu looked down, as if a ferocious dragon head roared, exuding the murderous aura of "devouring people."

Feng Mu's face turned slightly red; he covered Little Mu with the quilt and sighed in his heart: "No attribute points left."

In a vague sense, Feng Mu felt: "If a single attribute point breaks through the 10-point threshold, perhaps unexpected benefits will be gained; and the closest one, Strength, is only 1.1 away."

Desire showed in Feng Mu's pupils; he accidentally glanced at the tent 30 centimeters high and sighed: "Every day I do nothing but cultivate and kill people—is life too boring and too ascetic? Should I……"

Suddenly, rows of rotting female corpses with eyeshadow, lipstick, and black liquid spraying from their mouths appeared in Feng Mu's mind, instantly extinguishing his desire.

He controlled the chill of 【Iron Eater】 to flow toward his crotch, giving Little Mu a cold shower to cool down.

Feng Mu slowly closed his eyes and murmured: "I devote myself wholeheartedly to the Martial Dao and have long sealed my heart and locked away love—demons, monsters, ghosts, beauties with painted skins, all of you, get lost!"

【You are madly obsessed with the Martial Dao, with no emotion or love in your heart, devoting yourself to mad cultivation.】

【In the first year, you cultivated the Seven Fists day and night without rest, but always felt something was off.】

【For a full five years, you painstakingly practiced the Seven Killing Fist, but could never make progress. You realized the problem must lie at some critical node.】

【In the eighth year, your moves of the Seven Killing Fist were already perfected, but always like an exquisite vase—all appearance, no substance.】

【One day in the tenth year, you sat quietly in contemplation, seemingly realizing the crux of cultivation.】

【You stopped cultivating, walked out the door, and at a street corner happened to meet a lone shadow silently scavenging; fate pushed you to the brink of decision. You struck, and a smear of fresh blood dyed your fist red. In that instant, the long-impregnable threshold of the Seven Killing Fist quietly cracked open a gap.】

【After three years of tempering, using underground black boxing as your battlefield, you personally ended the lives of 573 opponents, and the power of the Seven Killing Fist finally broke through to the Minor Accomplishment realm.】

【However, in the fifteenth year, you found the path of cultivating the Seven Killing Fist had stagnated again. The killings of black boxing seemed no longer able to provide enough impetus for your martial advancement.】

【You left underground black boxing, like a whirlwind swept up by a raging wind, rampaging everywhere, and began indiscriminate slaughter. Your name spread in the darkness, becoming the dreaded "Ripper." Because every time you struck, it was accompanied by a shrill scream; every target you hit would have a fatal hole in their chest, their heart bursting in a rain of blood.】

【In the twentieth year, you were arrested and imprisoned.】

【Three months later, you would be sentenced to death by firing squad.】

【You did not fear death, but the Seven Killing Fist had not yet been cultivated to Perfection; a flame in the depths of your soul had not yet been extinguished. You told yourself, you could not die yet.】

【With a pair of iron fists, you slaughtered half the prison, broke out, and at the moment you breathed free air again, your Seven Killing Fist reached Major Accomplishment Perfection.】

【You fled into the Shi Liao Qu and stayed there for 5 years.】

【In the twenty-fifth year, you came out of the Shi Liao Qu and re-entered the City, coming before a dilapidated low building, climbing the stairs step by step.】

【Feng Ju, wearing a Patrol Bureau uniform, looked somewhat aged; he slowly opened the door, his eyes full of disbelief, his pupils dilating sharply.】

【You smashed his head with one punch.】

【Stepping into the house, your gaze swept over Wang Xiuli's memorial portrait, your eyes calm, without joy or sorrow.】

【You quietly waited for Feng Yuhuai's return, until the moment he pushed the door open, and you pounced on him with a savage laugh…】

【A strong fishy smell permeated the corridor; hundreds of fully armed Jing Si rushed into the building.】

【You stood among a floor of blood corpses, your flesh riddled with bullets like a sieve, yet you laughed madly, like a madman or demon: The Seven Killing Fist is accomplished today; even in death, I have no regrets!】

【Seven Killing Fist: All things in heaven and earth exist to nourish man; man has nothing to repay heaven—kill kill kill!】

【Seven Killing Fist · Limit Break: You comprehended the Seven Killing Fist Limit Break technique · Jie Shi—Soul Funeral!】

【Soul Funeral: When the target accumulates all seven moves of the Seven Killing Fist, a Limit Break is triggered; this attack ignores physical defense and acts directly on the spirit/soul/divinity.】

【The greater the gap between your spirit/soul/divinity and the target's, the greater the explosive power.】

【ps: Trigger probability—first time is guaranteed; afterward, the trigger probability randomly decreases!】

【Seven Killing Fist · Limit Break!】

A brand-new Limit Break icon was generated.

【Normal Skill Point deducted by 1 point.】

【Normal Skill Points remaining: 3】

【General Skill Proficiency deducted by 5000 points.】

【General Skill Proficiency remaining: 6730】

Prompt boxes flitted before his eyes.

Feng Mu abruptly sat up, staring blankly at his fists; in a daze, he seemed to feel a layer of blood scab attached to the surface of his fists that could not be wiped away—the imprint of years and battle, as if silently telling of the countless blood rains and fishy winds he had experienced.

Feng Mu shook his head hard; his vision cleared, and the bloodstains on the fists before his eyes faded away.

"The upgrade of the Seven Killing Fist is stranger than before—not limited to shutting the door and building a cart, but also going around killing people?!!"

Feng Mu rubbed his swollen temples; the "killing memories" poured in were too real, giving him the illusion that he had really killed hundreds or thousands of people.

Clearly, in reality, he had only killed a few people, but now, whenever Feng Mu closed his eyes slightly, rows of faces he had tortured and killed would appear in his mind.

Especially the scene of finally killing the whole family—it was truly……

Feng Mu exhaled slightly, his eyes widened, and the originally thin killing aura throughout his body became viscous.

Feng Mu's face turned strange: "Could it be that one day, the memory images of cultivation will also intertwine and overlap with reality? That would truly be seeing a ghost!"

Feng Mu opened the panel, glanced at the progress bar of E Tie; the storage just eaten in his body had not been digested, indicating he had only emptily increased his killing aura and had not truly absorbed the resentment of hundreds or thousands.

Feng Mu felt relieved inside, yet couldn't help but feel a slight regret.

"Remaining 6730 General Skill Proficiency, not enough to max out Forest Finger, still short by about 1000 points, so no rush."

"The 2 Special Skill Points will be saved together, no need to hurry."

"As for the remaining 3 General Skill Points..."

Feng Mu tried to add points to Basic Fist Technique and Basic Leg Technique, but found he couldn't break through.

It seems "Perfection" is the limit of these two skills, and there is no possibility of breaking through. This made Feng Mu feel somewhat disappointed.

"Then save them all for now, keep them for later."

Feng Mu digested the memories of blood flowing like a river inside his skull while calculating in his heart.

"I now have three Limit Break techniques in hand, can be considered able to attack and escape, Soul Funeral can serve as a hidden killer move, pity my Spirit Attribute isn't high."

"However, Lower City is mostly Living Corpses, the gods inside their bodies might already be like tofu dregs, shatter with one poke?!!"

"Of course, cannot be careless. Because even in the most barren and polluted rotten mud pit, there will still be some people who can step on the heads of their own kind, gnaw their flesh and blood, grow strong, and finally raise their heads to breathe that pure and sweet air."

Feng Mu felt no pity inside; in the past, he might have shouted indignantly but couldn't make a sound, but today he could make a sound, yet he knew to stop like still water and remained silent.

No way, who made him unknowingly become the person he hated most himself?

How sad!

How lucky!

No matter which world one is in, one's own kind is always the best tonic. Therefore, I must seize every minute and second, grind my teeth, and constantly temper my sharp claws."

At the beginning of transmigration, Feng Mu perhaps didn't understand the truth of this place, but now he has realized it.

Feng Mu got up from the bed, casually swallowed a mouthful of Pig Iron powder, and began to cultivate with full effort.

Life never stops, grinding the liver never stops, if not ground to death then grind to death?

No, this is not grinding, this is just a person composed of one-third new flesh and two-thirds Living Corpses, desperately struggling not to be devoured by their own kind.

The only problem is that Feng Mu was too focused, to the point of forgetting to put on clothes; as he cultivated selflessly, Little Mu swayed back and forth freely with the rotation of his body.

First do 2 hours of Body Forging Exercise, digest the Pig Iron just swallowed.

Then cultivate 1 hour of Soul Chasing Step · Blood Flesh Second Solution Version, 1 hour of Seven Killing Fist · Blood Flesh Second Solution Version, 1 hour of Forest Finger · Blood Flesh Second Solution Version.

5 hours passed quickly, time came to 4 AM the next day.

【You completed a selfless cultivation, gained some proficiency growth.】

【Seven Killing Fist · Blood Flesh Second Solution · Middle Level (7/2500)】

【Soul Chasing Step · Blood Flesh Second Solution · Elementary (5/500)】

【Forest Finger · Blood Flesh Second Solution · Elementary (11/500)】

Although not as good as directly adding points, a shortcut of decades in a dream, but considering this, the result of cultivating various martial arts for one hour, Feng Mu considered his progress quite satisfactory.

"If I could forget sleep and food, cultivate without rest..."

He contemplated for a moment, taking Forest Finger Blood Flesh Second Solution Version which he was best at as an example,

"It only takes about 700 hours, that is one month, to raise it from Elementary to Perfection."

Glancing at the time, Feng Mu originally wanted to cultivate 【Turtle Skin Shell Changing Art】 a bit more, but thought better of it and gave up, sighing helplessly: "Why does a day only have 24 hours, why do humans need to sleep, sigh."

Lying on the bed fully clothed and falling asleep, closing his eyes, the 【Iron Eater】 daily settlement screen popped up on his retina:

Current Food Slot 1: Pig Iron (Eating Degree 29.3/100%, Reserve 2%.)

Current Food Slot 2: 【Yin Sha Nine Nether E Evil Resentment Iron (Eating Degree 5.7%/100%, Reserve 2.3%.)】

One hour of Body Forging Exercise, Pig Iron's Eating Degree increased by 1.2%.

Also there is still 2% Pig Iron Reserve undigested in the stomach, and 2.3 Misfortune Iron Reserve undigested.

Feng Mu didn't plan to eat more, he decided to keep half his stomach empty as much as possible in the future, eat and digest immediately, or save it for meals.

Anyway, Pig Iron, Misfortune Iron, and Rice all need equal attention, balanced nutrition, reasonable diet, so that the body can have a more vibrant future.

The dazed Feng Mu fell asleep, probably a beautiful dream, he had a smile on his mouth corner even in his sleep.

Lower City, Sixth District, inside a secret base of the E Corpse Sect.

This is an office building disguised as an office place, the laboratory area on the top floor is isolated layer by layer.

In an office at the deepest part, the lights were extinguished, only the computer on the desk emitted a faint glow, reflecting on the cold face in front of the desk.

Under the glasses, a pair of gloomy and deep eyes flickered with cold light.

On the desktop was an opened email, the mouse dragged to the bottom, the content of the report was as follows:

【I have thoroughly sorted out the family context of Mask · Zheng Hang.】

【Since Zheng Hang became a target of police pursuit, his father Zheng Si unfortunately was killed by the Patrol Bureau due to involvement.】

【On the night Zheng Si was killed, the Patrol Bureau suffered a surprise attack by the Mask, many constables were killed or injured, still lying in hospital beds at the Fourth Hospital to this day.】

【I speculate that behind this surprise attack, the Mask not only intended to seize the precious Black Core, but also contained deep revenge against the Patrol Bureau, a concentrated venting of long-accumulated anger and resentment Qi【.....】

【In addition, on April 11, Feng Yuhuai suffered my attack. To my surprise, Mask · Zheng Hang actually did not hesitate to use the power of Puppet Mother, appearing from the dark, and forcibly rescued her.】

【This makes me speculate that there is some unknown connection between Mask · Zheng Hang and Feng Yuhuai, perhaps a secret love affair?】

【Specific evidence is being collected...】

【I am recently tracking and surveilling Feng Yuhuai, believe relevant evidence can be found soon.】

【However, her movements are unusually cautious, she seems to have become alert. I worry my movements might be noticed by her, therefore, I request internal reinforcement to be dispatched as soon as possible.】

【.....】

【Considering Zheng Hang is missing and his relatives have passed away, Feng Yuhuai is very likely his only living concern.】

【Therefore, I believe the next action plan should focus on Feng Yuhuai.】

【Through actions revolving around her, we can force Zheng Hang to appear, try to capture him alive, interrogate the truth of the matter, find out whether the whole thing was done by him personally or there are hidden circumstances behind...】

Happy holidays, everyone!

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