Chapter 1089: Talent

"Pah!"

Zhao Chenglin climbed up in pain, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze as calm as ever. "Good strength. It seems your physical fitness is already in the first echelon of the New Era."

Su Yang nodded noncommittally. "Tell me something I don't know."

Zhao Chenglin clutched his side, looking down.

He was shocked to find his waist had caved in.

Unsurprisingly, several ribs were broken.

The power of just one kick had left him with a clear head.

He had to admit, the opponent's combat stance was extremely powerful.

Moreover, he was experienced; it was clear this was accumulated through much training and bloody battles.

"How about this? I'm not an unreasonable person."

"Tell me where 'Star' is, and I'll leave your corpse intact," Su Yang said.

Zhao Chenglin tried to take a step forward, only to find his movement restricted.

Even a tiny movement would pull at his wounds, intensifying the pain.

He pulled open his shirt and found his waist and abdomen were already a bruised black-blue.

"I'm not his father, how would I know where he is?"

As he spoke, Zhao Chenglin pulled out an injection and jabbed it into his thigh.

As the liquid was pushed in, his injuries recovered completely in an instant.

Seeing him not stingy with such treasures, Su Yang realized the opponent was about to get serious.

"Since that's the case, if I slaughter you, he should show up."

Before the words fell, Su Yang lunged out fiercely.

He had never unleashed his full stance before.

Today was a perfect opportunity to get well-acquainted with his body after becoming stronger.

Su Yang was like a high-speed sports car, reaching Zhao Chenglin's front in the blink of an eye.

He raised his fist and smashed it fiercely toward the other's face!

"So fast!"

These two words couldn't help but surface in Zhao Chenglin's mind.

Facing such destructive power, he brought out the trump card he had prepared long ago.

"But no matter how fast you are, can you be faster than a bullet?"

The next moment, the moist soil under his feet suddenly turned into cone-shaped mud pellets and shot out.

Hundreds of them, firing forward in unison.

"Hm?"

Su Yang instinctively felt the threat, forcibly twisting his body to leap over Zhao Chenglin's head.

However, these mud pellets seemed to have eyes, actually making a turn and heading straight for Su Yang's back.

Sensing the threat coming from behind, he abruptly stopped his momentum.

Just as the mud pellets were about to touch his body—

Roll and dodge!

"Tat-tat!"

The sound of impacts was incessant, each mud pellet sinking three feet into the ground.

Just as Su Yang was getting up, a massive fist smashed fiercely toward his face.

"Bang!"

Feeling a wave of pain, Su Yang was smashed heavily into the dirt.

Yet this wasn't the end; the mud under Zhao Chenglin's feet suddenly formed hundreds of sharp weapons.

They all struck into the mud pit together.

"Sss—"

The massive attack riddled the ground with holes.

Zhao Chenglin admired this painting like an art lover, the corners of his mouth curling up involuntarily.

"Our physical fitness is worlds apart, but to deal with a barbarian whose brain is filled with muscle, one only needs a little trick."

"Overcoming the strong with the weak is indeed not easy, but your head..."

"I'll take it!"

When the turmoil subsided, to prevent Su Yang from being a zombie even in death, Zhao Chenglin manipulated the bullet-like mud pellets to smash down frantically again.

Ensuring everything was foolproof, he walked up slowly to check.

However, when he saw the state of the mud pit, his expression changed.

"Boom!"

The soil behind him shattered violently, and an evil avatar wreathed in pitch-black aura suddenly descended behind him.

"Your plan is good; it did catch me off guard."

"But the damage is far from enough; these mud pellets are only fit to scratch an itch for me."

Su Yang threw a punch fiercely toward his back!

The fist was wrapped in blazing black light, like a black hole, swallowing all the surrounding light.

Zhao Chenglin reacted extremely quickly, an earthen wall immediately rising behind him.

"Bang!"

The earthen wall shattered at the sound, and Zhao Chenglin continued to 'paint' with a calm expression.

He saw a glimmer of light appear on his fingertip, painting a scroll out of thin air.

The surrounding terrain suddenly underwent a massive change.

Pillars made of rammed earth rose from the ground, surrounding him in a circle from all directions.

At the same time, Zhao Chenglin exerted force continuously, the soil immediately turning into a vortex, unfolding a powerful devouring.

Su Yang's body was half-sunk into it, struggling hard only to find himself sinking deeper.

"What a bizarre talent!"

He never expected that Zhao Chenglin's confidence to be so brazen was actually 'Painting'.

Su Yang tried to break free with brute force, but Zhao Chenglin was prepared.

He saw a heavy slab suddenly appear above his head.

It smashed down with a boom.

Su Yang raised his hands to block, forcibly lifting it up.

But the good times didn't last; as his body gradually sank, he lost his footing, and his ability to exert force was restricted.

"It's useless. In my domain, everything can become my 'pigment'!" Zhao Chenglin watched all this with cold eyes.

Su Yang gritted his teeth and held on, the thought of 'Deception' suddenly surfacing in his mind.

But it was soon discarded by him.

Right now, the mud layer had reached his chest, and his body was constantly emitting the sound of joints grinding from the pressure of the soil.

"Damn it!"

Su Yang cursed inwardly, his brain spinning frantically, thinking of a way to escape.

One cannot move violently in terrain similar to a swamp.

But if one remains indifferent, one will inevitably be gradually devoured.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Su Yang's mind.

"Since this passage was opened by the tentacle monster, perhaps the place under my feet is its hiding spot?"

Thinking of this, Su Yang advanced instead of retreating, holding his breath and diving headfirst into the mud pit.

As the stone pillars collapsed with a boom, everything returned to silence.

A few minutes later, Zhao Chenglin could no longer sense Su Yang's aura.

To be safe, he painted a suit of armor for himself.

Immediately after, he increased the devouring force of the vortex.

He designed it into a style like a tumble dryer.

Stirring frantically.

Tearing him apart with the help of terrifying centrifugal force.

Another ten minutes passed, and Zhao Chenglin felt that even if a Seventh-Order gene-modified warrior came, they would be dead beyond dead.

Then, with a wave of his large hand, he dispersed the stone pillars, turning them back into soil.

Immediately after, he cautiously examined the situation inside.

He saw the vortex had long since calmed down, but circles of patterns still remained on the surface.

"It's over..."

Zhao Chenglin let out a long breath, the heavy stone hanging in his heart finally landing.

He admitted that Su Yang was an extremely difficult opponent.

If he hadn't been more skilled, he might have really fallen here.

He had planned beforehand to use this place as the battlefield.

Soil might be inconspicuous, but it was very useful at critical moments.

Especially when dealing with players who rely on their bodies.

It was simply a dimensional reduction strike!

"When you're out and about, brains are naturally the top priority," Zhao Chenglin sneered.

Immediately, he began to open a gap in the place that bound Su Yang.

Looking down.

However, the scene before his eyes made his eyes widen.

Wherever his gaze reached, it was empty.

It was as clean as a face inside; where was Su Yang's figure?

Not to mention a person, he didn't even see a single hair.

"Where is he?!" ===== CHAPTER 1090 =====