Chapter 347: Taming

The massive maw, carrying a foul wind that could swallow everything, expanded rapidly in Su Ming's eyes.

Bits of flesh and shells hanging from its fangs, mixed with thick saliva, emitted a nauseating stench of rot.

Behind him, Zhou Jie's wail changed pitch, rolling and crawling back toward the direction he came from.

And Su Ming still stood where he was.

He didn't even draw his hand from his pocket.

He merely lifted his eyelid slightly, watching the three‑hundred‑kilogram monster turn its massive body into a whistling projectile in a manner that defied all physics.

The next instant.

The world slowed.

In Su Ming's perception, Jia Shan's ultra‑ferocious movement was forcibly stretched into frame‑by‑frame slow motion.

He could clearly see each Compound Eye on Jia Shan's face tracing its rotation, the throats deep within its mouth writhing, and even the fine ripples of air being compressed in front of Jia Shan.

Everything became slow and clumsy.

Except himself.

Su Ming's mouth corner lifted in a faint curve.

He casually turned his body sideways.

"Boom!"

Jia Shan's massive body brushed past the hem of his Windcoat and slammed solidly into the rear Lead-steel Composite Gate, producing an earth‑shaking roar.

The entire Corridor buzzed.

The gate dented inward into a terrifying curve, countless cracks radiating from the impact point like a spiderweb spreading wildly.

Zhou Jie, frightened by the commotion, went weak in the legs and collapsed on the ground, his face as pale as paper.

Inside the Containment Cell, Jia Shan shook its head, seeming confused.

Its chaotic mind could not comprehend why the targeted food vanished into thin air.

But it soon stopped thinking.

The instinct of hunger drove it; all its Compound Eyes rotated again, locking onto the slender figure standing still, unscathed.

"Roar!"

Another inhuman bellow.

This time, Jia Shan learned to be clever.

It planted its limbs on the ground, arching its back high like a gigantic spider poised to strike, muscles bulging, emitting a low growl continuously.

And Su Ming finally drew his right hand from his pocket.

There was nothing in his hand.

He simply curled a finger toward Jia Shan.

The gesture was unabashedly provocative.

Jia Shan's reason was instantly ignited completely.

It moved again.

This time its speed was faster than before!

But it was useless.

Su Ming retreated at a leisurely pace, each step perfectly evading Jia Shan's storm‑like onslaught.

The claw strike missed.

The bite missed.

The sweep missed as well.

In Zhou Jie's terror‑wide eyes, the scene was Weird to the extreme.

The three‑hundred‑kilogram monster resembled a child being toyed with, exhausting all its strength yet unable to touch the opponent's hem.

And Su Ming, meanwhile, danced an elegant solo amid a pool of blood and broken limbs.

His movements were small, even somewhat lazy, but each step was as precise as a machine.

"Too slow."

Su Ming spoke softly.

His voice was low, yet clearly reached Jia Shan's ears.

Jia Shan's motion stalled, the madness in its eyes intensifying.

Under the skin on its back, a writhing shadow began to churn violently, as if something was about to burst out.

Su Ming's gaze hardened.

At the instant Jia Shan launched its next pounce, Su Ming's form suddenly accelerated.

He stopped retreating, instead charging toward the Bloody Maw.

A silvery flash of electricity, appearing at an unknown moment, materialized in his hand.

It was a uniquely shaped short blade, its blade thin and covered with blue circuit patterns, the Investigation Bureau's custom Suppressor Electric Blade.

The Suppressor Electric Blade is especially effective against medium‑large Weird Entities, not only slowing their movement but also dealing continuous damage.

Ssshh!

The electric flash burst.

Su Ming's figure crossed Jia Shan.

Jia Shan's massive body froze mid‑air, then crashed heavily to the ground, splashing blood‑stained sludge everywhere.

"Roar... Huff... Huff..."

He let out a scream of ultimate pain, limbs contorting unnaturally, yet could no longer support his own body.

At each of his massive limb joints there was a wound deep enough to see the bone, the edges blackened and charred, a blue electric arc still flickering, completely destroying the connection between muscle and nerve.

The power and speed he once boasted of were shattered in an instant.

In the monitoring room.

Wei Gong watched everything through the screen.

The several researchers and analysts behind him were staring dumbfounded, their mouths open wide enough to fit an egg.

"How… how is this possible?" a young analyst muttered. "Jia Shan's Weird power point—we spent three months analyzing it with high‑speed cameras and only managed to mark seventy percent… he… how could he do it in an instant…"

Wei Gong gave no answer.

He simply stared calmly at the young man on the screen.

In those seemingly clouded old eyes flickered an indescribable sharpness.

The answer was simple.

In this young man's world, time is slowed down.

Inside the Containment Cell, the battle had not ended.

The Weird within Jia Shan sensed the host's life threat and began a frenzied counter‑attack.

"Pop!"

The skin on his back suddenly burst open.

Dozens of blood‑colored tentacles bristling with barbs, like carnivorous flowers blooming in hell, sliced through the air with sharp whooshing sounds, stabbing at Su Ming from all directions!

At the tip of each tentacle flickered a faint green poisonous glow.

This was the ultimate technique of the Weird Hundred‑Eyed Flesh Spider inside Jia Shan!

Yet Su Ming's face remained expressionless.

He simply accelerated his own time again.

At the instant those tentacles were about to reach him, his figure turned into a vague afterimage.

The Suppressor Electric Blade traced hundreds of silvery paths through the air, weaving an impenetrable death electric net.

"Swish swish swish swish swish!"

A rain of blood fell from the sky.

Those dozens of incredibly resilient blood‑colored tentacles were, in less than a second, twisted into fragments of flesh that fluttered everywhere.

Green poisonous blood and dark‑red tissue fluid sprayed down like rain.

Su Ming's figure became clear again.

He still stood in place, not even a speck of filth on his Windcoat.

And Jia Shan, after emitting a final mournful wail, collapsed completely in the pool of blood, like a rag doll drained of all strength.

In the monitoring room, not a sound was heard.

Wei Gong slowly lifted the tea cup at his side and took a gentle sip.

The tea had long since turned cold.

Step by step, Su Ming walked across the ground littered with fragments of flesh until he stood before Jia Shan.

He raised his foot and stepped onto Jia Shan's massive skull.

A creaking "clack" sound of bones being crushed came from beneath his foot.

Su Ming's face remained impassive, the pressure under his foot growing stronger.

He no longer used the electric blade.

He only employed the purest, most primal violence, crushing his will mercilessly into the opponent's soul.

"Huh... Huh..."

Jia Shan's throat emitted an incomprehensible sound as his massive body trembled violently.

The madness and hunger in his eyes were fading at a visibly rapid pace.

In their place was a fear born from the most primal instinct of life.

And… a surrender to an absolute superior.

He finally understood that the seemingly frail man before him was not food at all.

He was a natural enemy.

He was a being many times more terrifying than the Weird creature inside him!

Su Ming lowered his head, coldly looking down at the three‑hundred‑kilogram heap of rotten flesh beneath his feet.

Only after the opponent's survival instinct completely overpowered the Weird instinct did he slowly release his foot.

Then he tossed from his chest a neatly stacked set of clothing.

It was a black Special Forces combat uniform.

"Put it on."

"Or die right now."

Su Ming's voice held no warmth.

Jia Shan trembled, struggling to lift a blood‑stained hand.

He clutched the black combat uniform tightly, like a drowning man seizing the last straw of salvation.

With all his strength, he rasped two hoarse words from deep in his throat.

I...... wear......