Chapter 263: Cannot Abandon Humanity's Weakness

Boom—!

A blast rang!

The window of Room 502, together with the entire wall, was brazenly shattered by two figures descending from the sky!

Glass and brick fragments swirled inward in the raging airflow, like a sacrifice welcoming a king's arrival.

Amid the dust, Liang Wen was the first to hit the ground; the hem of his sleek black windcoat cut a fierce arc, and in his hand a slender tachi, its blade reflecting a blood‑thirsty cold glint under the dim light.

Close behind, Qin Zhixia's figure appeared like a phantom; the lightweight exoskeleton armor on her right leg shimmered with pale blue energy patterns, her high ponytail swung at the back of her head, and her Crimson Phoenix Eyes held an absolute calm that could freeze a person.

Their gazes locked onto everything in the room within 0.01 seconds.

The boy Wen Liang lay in a pool of blood, already lifeless.

Lying on the ground like soggy mud, his limbs grotesquely broken, only Nie Yang and his comrade remained, each with a breath left.

And.

Standing in the center of the room, Ouyang Feng held a blood‑stained paper strip in one hand, while his other hand reached toward the blue‑and‑white porcelain bottle.

Stop!

There was no anger in Qin Zhixia's voice, only the coldness of issuing an order.

Before the words finished, the exoskeleton armor on her right leg emitted a shrill buzz; she transformed into a blue bolt of electricity, the air violently torn apart, and a whip‑kick, condensed with immense force, shot straight for Ouyang Feng's head!

Take my strike—Abyss Judgment!

Liang Wen's over‑the‑top roar rang out simultaneously; instead of attacking Ouyang Feng, he angled his tachi at an extremely cunning angle, turning it into a silver thread that pierced the weird Wish Bottle!

Destroy the source!

This is the optimal solution!

However, Ouyang Feng's reaction exceeded their expectations.

Facing Qin Zhixia's attack capable of shattering an armored vehicle, he didn't even turn his head.

His body leaned backward at an angle defying human biomechanics, narrowly evading the lethal blow.

The gust from the whip‑kick tossed his hair in front of his forehead into a wild dance.

At the same time, he flicked his wrist back, sending three pale bone spikes formed from his own vertebrae, their sharp whooshing sound shaping a perfect glyph as they shot toward Liang Wen!

Damn!

Liang Wen's face changed, his forward momentum forced to stop, and he swung his tachi to parry.

Ding—ding—ding!

Three crisp sounds rang out, sparks scattering everywhere.

Liang Wen was shaken by the massive force, his arm went numb and his palm split open.

It was that momentary delay.

Ouyang Feng had already readjusted his stance and collided head‑on with Qin Zhixia.

The cramped living room instantly became the most terrifying meat grinder.

Qin Zhixia's attacks were swift and heavy; each thud of the exoskeleton armor cracked the walls and sank the floor.

Ouyang Feng, however, moved like a phantom, weaving within inches; his bone‑hardened fingertips, elbows, and knees became lethal weapons, each counterstrike targeting the weak joints of Qin Zhixia's armor.

The B Ji weirdness he fused, combined with his innate Federation ace combat prowess, created a despair‑inducing pressure.

Pfft!

A bone blade shot out from Ouyang Feng's sleeve, slashing Qin Zhixia's flank.

His combat suit tore, and blood instantly stained the collar.

The excruciating pain caused Qin Zhixia's movements to falter slightly.

Liang Wen let out a howl and charged forward, his tachi assisting from the side; the blade flash poured like mercury, sealing off all of Ouyang Feng's escape routes.

Obstruction.

Ouyang Feng's gaze hardened; no longer entangled with Qin Zhixia, he turned and hammered a punch onto Liang Wen's blade.

Clang!

The massive force hit; Liang Wen felt as if a speeding truck had struck him, sending his body flying, slamming hard into the wall and carving a humanoid dent.

Pfft!

A spray of blood erupted, and Liang Wen's vision began to blur.

Too strong.

Together with Qin Zhixia, he was also extremely hard to suppress.

Indeed, merely fighting the opponent was dancing on the tip of Death's blade.

It's over.

Ouyang Feng's voice was cold; no longer craving battle, he turned to shove the paper strip into the bottle's mouth.

Not yet!

Qin Zhixia clenched his teeth, ignoring the wound at his waist, a flash of resolve crossing his eyes.

Overload Mode!

The armor on her right leg's pale blue glow instantly turned into a glaring scarlet; the internal energy conduits became visible, emitting a strained moan.

Speed and strength surged threefold at this moment!

Bang!

Qin Zhixia's figure vanished from the spot, and the next second appeared behind Ouyang Feng.

Her arms, like two massive steel tongs, locked tightly onto Ouyang Feng's right hand holding the paper strip!

Ugh!

Ouyang Feng let out a muffled groan; the bones in his arm clacked under the massive force, and he was brutally locked, unable to move!

Now!

Liang Wen slid down from the wall, propped himself up with his knife against the ground, and forced himself to stand.

He used the last of his strength, hurling the katana in his hand like a spear!

The blade spun, drawing a mournful arc in the air.

Pfft—!

The sound of the blade piercing flesh was clearly audible.

The katana precisely pierced Ouyang Feng's right thigh; its tremendous inertia carried his body, pinning him firmly to the concrete floor!

Blood gushed out along the blade.

Ouyang Feng's body shuddered violently; from the intense pain, the muscles on his face twisted.

He lowered his head, looking at Qin Zhixia, who had his arm locked, then at the katana that had pierced his thigh and pinned him to the ground.

Covered in blood, he was in a sorry state.

He was nearly subdued.

Liang Wen let out a breath, almost collapsing to the ground.

Qin Zhixia also drew a shallow breath; Overload Mode placed an enormous burden on her body.

However.

Just as Liang Wen staggered forward, preparing to seize the Wish Bottle,

the Ouyang Feng pinned to the ground suddenly laughed.

It was neither a victorious laugh nor a relieved laugh.

But rather a kind of weird smile filled with endless madness and morbidity.

"You...... thought that this would mean you won?"

He said softly.

The next second, in the eyes of the two, filled with shock and despair,

Ouyang Feng suddenly exerted force, actively using his own thigh to meet the sharp katana!

Screech—!

That was the sound of skin and flesh being forcibly cut!

To free himself, he actually didn't hesitate to completely cut open his own thigh!

A huge wound deep enough to expose bone appeared on his leg, blood and shredded flesh flipping outward.

"Madman!"

Qin Zhixia's pupils contracted; she gave Ouyang Feng's neck a powerful elbow strike with all her strength.

But Ouyang Feng paid no heed to the wound on his leg; he even ignored Qin Zhixia's heavy elbow to the back of his neck, which could have shattered his spine.

He used the recoil, risking the loss of consciousness, and with his last breath forced the blood-soaked paper slip into the mouth of the Wish Bottle!

Time, at this moment, stood still.

The blue-and-white porcelain bottle, the instant it swallowed the slip, began to tremble violently.

On the bottle's surface, the warm glaze quickly faded, replaced by blood-red patterns spreading like veins.

Hum—!

A blinding red light burst from the bottle's mouth!

A terrifying aura emanating from the Rules themselves swept through the room like a tsunami.

Before this aura, Qin Zhixia and Liang Wen were like two leaves in a raging wind.

The two were instantly blown backward, slamming hard into the wall behind them, losing all strength for a short time.

And in the center of the room.

On Ouyang Feng's severed thigh, countless granules of flesh and white bone writhed wildly, healing and regenerating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He slowly rose from the pool of blood.

Crack… crack……

The skin on his back suddenly burst!

Several ghastly white, sharp spinal bone spikes, like the vicious legs of a spider, brutally extended from his flesh!

His aura instantly surged from B Ji, skyrocketing, breaking through a certain barrier in an instant, reaching the terrifying level of quasi-A Ji!

Ouyang Feng turned around, looking down from above at the two collapsed and immobile on the ground, his eyes devoid of any human feeling.

"Your cause of defeat......"

His voice sounded as if it came from the depths of hell, carrying a metallic friction texture.

"It is the inability to discard humanity's laughable weakness."