Chapter 208: The Fox

"Hammer! It's a giant hammer!"

The parasitic beast, which had been wildly charging at the fox, was met head-on by the thunderous hammer blow; the instant its body made contact, it shattered into pieces—bones and flesh scattering, swept away by the hurricane-force wind of the swinging hammer, spreading across the construction site.

The most resilient spine and skull, like a baseball hit by a home run, shot backward at high speed, carving a long trench as it skidded across the ground before slamming into a concrete mixer, sending the vehicle rolling several times across the site before finally stopping.

Master Jin Long's eyes widened, and he screamed like a startled child: "Where did that hammer come from?!"

Jin Wanlin stood dumbfounded, staring as Master Fuli swung his hammer—within fifty meters, sand and soil were swept clean as if by a giant broom, everything whipped into the sky by a furious wind.

The parasitic beast that took the full force of Master Fuli's hammer died horribly, its body completely disintegrating; only its harder skull remained intact as a whole head, and even that skull smashed into a concrete mixer.

The red-tailed hawk hovering in the night sky flapped its wings and landed on Feng Wenyu's shoulder, its expression strange.

Feng Wenyu stood frozen, staring blankly at the red-tailed hawk, his voice calm: "Your earlier assumption must be wrong. Being swung and smashed by that Fuli of Changxizhen doesn't just leave you with bruises—it's far worse than that."

Even though the parasitic beast's physique isn't known for toughness.

It could easily shrug off small-caliber bullets, yet it couldn't even withstand what seemed to be Master Fuli's full-power hammer strike.

If that hammer had struck my own mortal flesh directly.

Not to boast, but the instant of contact, I could evenly distribute the impact across a fan-shaped area three hundred meters ahead.

"Chir—"

The red-tailed hawk perched on his shoulder flapped its wings and let out a hawk's cry.

Its assessment of Master Fuli's strength was based on how it had swung the crocodile before.

Who could have known that the fox had held back when fighting the crocodile?

"Ying ying ying!"

With the thunderous hammer strike, An Sheng stood upright on his hind legs, shouldering the giant hammer, frowning at the concrete mixer and muttering:

"Hey, buddy! What species are you? After taking my giant hammer, you're still trying to move?!"

From An Sheng's experience fighting spirit beasts.

Such dangerous spirit beasts usually submit after defeat.

Commonly known as: Master Fuli's punch shatters the dream of dominance.

Once submission was complete, An Sheng would get his beloved power-credit settlement—and he could then politely take his leave.

But the parasitic beast showed no reaction—it was clear that hammer hadn't fully neutered it; it still had dreams.

"Since you still cling to delusions, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

An Sheng thought for a moment, swung the giant hammer off his shoulder, and chased after the overturned concrete mixer.

"Fuli."

An Sheng gripped the giant hammer in both hands, leapt onto the mixer's drum, his pointed triangular ears twitching as he heard faint male moans.

He turned his head and saw a gray-black slime-like mass crouched at the bottom of the drum, gaping wide to gulp down the filthy washwater.

As the water entered, the gray-black slime swelled visibly, growing rapidly—arms and limbs sprouted, its body strengthening.

"Damn! You're licking a first-aid kit here?!"

An Sheng gasped, leapt down, swung his iron hammer, and smashed the mixer aside; then he planted the hammer on the ground and shoved tons of sand and soil over the remaining puddles.

"Fuli!"

The parasite's colorful pupils widened, fixed on Master Fuli blocking its recovery: "Eat."

"Eat me, you've beaten me—you deserve to feast on this energy-rich body. You can devour me and inherit my power."

Yet.

An Sheng ignored the parasitic beast entirely; this thing still clung to its dream of dominance—its words were untrustworthy.

"I believe your bullshit? And who the hell has a pet fox that picks up random stuff off the street to eat?!"

An Sheng ran to a neighboring construction vehicle, released its handbrake, adjusted its direction, then sprinted to the rear, shoving the vehicle directly over the parasitic beast.

As the vehicle rolled over, the parasite's eyes bulged—its body was crushed, pressing hard against the core "parasite."

In agony, the parasitic beast screamed.

"Ee-yaaah—"

An Sheng poked his head out from the back, glanced at the mushroom parasite whimpering and trying to crawl away, grinned, and called toward the prefab hut: "Don't just stand there! Everyone, come help add weight to the vehicle—Master Fuli's going to give this thing a proper workout!"

As he spoke, he tossed the giant iron hammer onto the vehicle; its falling impact jolted the truck violently.

An Sheng grinned, gripping the truck's tires front and back, pushing rapidly to crush the parasite again and again.

"Eat my fox-powered truck!"

"Ee-yaaah—"

The massive wheels rolled back and forth over its chest, nearly straightening the parasite inside.

【Master Fuli's muscular arms radiated masculine dominance; his towering frame, single-handedly steering a fully loaded construction vehicle as it crushed the parasite, made the dual-disc parasite deeply realize: even with fungal allies, it should never have been so arrogant—Master Fuli was the true overlord. The dual-disc parasite, in pain, severed its own basket and offered it to Master Fuli.】

【Power +4】

After crushing the parasite over a hundred times, the parasite inside could no longer endure—it frantically slapped its arms on the ground.

Like a fighter in a free-fight ring, unable to speak due to restraint, it tapped the ground three times to surrender.

As the fungal parasite surrendered, the short hairs on its head began to grow, becoming waist-length.

Its previously 187-centimeter muscular frame instantly shrank ten centimeters; its rugged, cold face softened into innocence, and two fox-like triangular ears sprouted atop its head, its expression now pitifully pleading as it gazed at Master Fuli.

"You die!"

Seeing the parasite's transformation, An Sheng, mid-fox-truck-push, froze, snatched up a wooden stick, and swung it straight into the parasite's head.

"Wu wu wu."

Master Fuli's stick strike knocked the flashy parasite back into its original form—a young man with a rugged, cold face, kneeling on one knee, hands clasped solemnly before Master Fuli.

"I've wandered half my life, regretting never meeting a true lord. If you'll have me, I beg to become your adopted son—I'll climb mountains of blades and walk through seas of fire for you."

In the triangle of fungus, parasite, and human, humans were the weakest—but that didn't stop the parasite from influencing human subconsciousness to act in submission.

In the human subconscious instinct.

Ninety-nine percent of humans couldn't refuse a pitiful cat-eared girl.

If they could refuse that.

They absolutely couldn't refuse being named an adoptive father.

The parasite didn't fully understand cause and effect, but as long as it expressed surrender, that was enough.

Just stop already—it hurts, my whole body aches.

(End of chapter)