Understanding the situation, Su Li let out a long laugh, his body flickering as he lunged forward like a ghost. Chen Xiangyu sensed trouble and roared in fury, his lizard claws slashing wildly, but he couldn’t track Su Li’s movements.
Every strike of the lizard claws missed.
Su Li activated “Spider Walk” again, moving swiftly as phantom leg shadows appeared around him—an optical illusion born from extreme speed. This time, his fist smashed directly into Chen Xiangyu’s face.
Chen Xiangyu grunted, his mouth and nose unharmed, but the immense force sent him staggering backward.
In a pure contest of strength, even as a Level 5 Source user, he was no match for Su Li, who had undergone four muscle enhancements.
Su Li’s maximum strength reached 1,700 jin. To severely injure Chen Xiangyu, he now put full force into every punch.
Watching Su Li send Chen Xiangyu flying with a single blow, Xu Haishui, standing at the rooftop’s edge while gripping Xu Xuehui, trembled slightly, a sense of dread creeping over him.
He wasn’t alone; the tattooed man was no better off.
In their minds, Chen Xiangyu’s strength was monstrous. Even working together, they couldn’t beat him, because once a Source user evolved to Level 5, there was a qualitative leap—something Level 4 users like them couldn’t compare to. Now, they suspected Su Li was also a Level 5 Source user.
The tattooed man had to guard against a sudden attack from Su Li while watching Chen Xiangyu get knocked down, his mind in turmoil. His full strength dropped to seventy percent, while Gong Xiao fought with increasing ferocity. With a sharp shout, her left hand’s “Vine Wrap” shot out, snaring the tattooed man’s military spike, yanking it back as her right hand swung the baseball bat forward.
The tattooed man’s eyes bulged. He suddenly released the entangled spike, lunged forward, and clenched his fists. In the dire situation, he held nothing back, driving both fists with full force toward Gong Xiao’s abdomen.
If they landed, they would surely blast her away, possibly gravely wounding her.
Gong Xiao’s baseball bat swung out, but she hadn’t expected the tattooed man to close in so quickly, causing the bat to miss. Just as his fists were about to strike her vulnerable abdomen, she released the bat at the same moment, her right hand forming a fist as several phantom fist images appeared around it.
Before the tattooed man could grasp what was happening, searing pain erupted across his cheeks, mouth, nose, and eyes. Blood gushed from his nose, tears streamed out, and he couldn’t help but scream in agony. His head buzzed, and his body crashed backward.
“Mantis Fist”—six strikes in one blow. Gong Xiao had finally seized the opportunity to hit the tattooed man.
In close-quarters combat, her “Mantis Fist” speed surpassed even Su Li’s at this moment.
The tattooed man’s face took six consecutive hits, instantly swelling like a blooming flower, a gruesome sight. As he screamed and fell, Gong Xiao stepped forward, her left hand’s “Vine Wrap” binding his arms, and launched “Mantis Fist” again, refusing to give him any chance to counter.
This time, the “Mantis Fist” struck the tattooed man’s abdomen. Under the immense force, he doubled over in pain like a boiled shrimp, blood spraying from his mouth.
Now wielding a thousand jin of strength, Gong Xiao’s six blows to his soft belly had damaged his internal organs, completely breaking his resistance.
She grabbed one of the tattooed man’s legs. Her arm, usually pale and delicate, suddenly showed faint bulging muscles.
In her normal state, she looked like a soft, fragile beauty, but once her power erupted, her muscles swelled, transforming her into a stunning female powerhouse. She yanked the tattooed man’s leg, lifting him off the ground, then slammed him heavily onto the floor.
With a dull thud, his head struck the concrete, blood splattering five steps away, staining the ground red.
A Source orb flew over, and Gong Xiao finally let out a long breath, releasing the tattooed man.
With the tattooed man dead, only Chen Xiangyu and Xu Haishui remained.
Chen Xiangyu scrambled to his feet. Though he attacked Su Li with frenzied rage, Su Li used “Spider Walk” to constantly dodge his strikes, then circled to his side or back to counter.
Su Li kept punching Chen Xiangyu’s face, each blow exceeding 1,500 jin. Though Chen Xiangyu’s skin remained unbroken, blood trickled from his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears, his face slightly twisted—outwardly unharmed, but his head had taken real damage.
Yet Su Li wasn’t faring well either. Not only was his stamina severely drained, but the force of his punches against Chen Xiangyu’s face was taking a toll. The bones in his five fingers, his palm, and his arm could barely withstand the explosive power. He felt increasing pain in his right arm.
After four muscle enhancements, he’d gained unimaginable strength, but his body’s other parts couldn’t handle the strain. This terrifying 1,700-jin force hurt both his enemy and himself. For now, he could only grit his teeth and endure the pain.
Chen Xiangyu sensed the danger. Seeing the tattooed man suddenly killed by Gong Xiao, he spun around and charged toward Xu Haishui.
He’d finally decided to flee.
Though Su Li could suppress him, killing him was still difficult. If Chen Xiangyu tried to escape, Su Li would struggle to stop him.
Su Li gave chase to the fleeing Chen Xiangyu, ready to strike again, when Xu Haishui, still gripping Xu Xuehui, suddenly tightened his hold on her neck and screamed, “Don’t move, or I’ll kill her!”
Su Li, in pursuit of Chen Xiangyu, and Gong Xiao, about to rush over, both froze, afraid that Xu Haishui, pushed to the edge, would actually kill Xu Xuehui.
“Let her go, and I’ll let you leave.” Su Li remained calm, slowly calculating the distance between them, estimating his chances of using “Spider Walk” for a sudden assault.
Chen Xiangyu reached Xu Haishui’s side. Seeing that he’d actually intimidated Su Li and Gong Xiao, he realized Xu Xuehui’s value. With a laugh, he snatched her from Xu Haishui, pulled her close, and turned back to face Su Li and Gong Xiao, sneering, “If you want her alive, you’ll do exactly as I say.”
“What do you want?” Su Li stared at Chen Xiangyu.
With a trump card in hand, Chen Xiangyu was in no hurry to flee. He spat out a mouthful of blood, which contained a tooth that had just been knocked loose.
“That bastard Ni Jianrong deserves to die a thousand times. He lied to us, said you were only Level 3. Hah, who knew this backwater had a Level 5 Source user hiding here.”
He’d mistaken Su Li for a fellow Level 5 Source user.