Eldritch Horror Theatre - Ch. 50: Going Mad
It was still quite a high distance to the ground from here, but for Fu Qian, it was no longer an issue.
Jumping down silently from above, Fu Qian walked straight up to the Stone Seat.
Feng Yunhong on the Stone Seat had his eyes tightly shut, motionless, showing no reaction at all to Fu Qian's arrival.
At this distance, the bursts of wails were already very clear. He could even see the blurry human faces on Feng Yunhong's body.
Every single one bore a hideous expression, as if enduring immense agony.
Since Feng Yunhong didn't react, Fu Qian simply watched quietly, not missing a single detail.
Given this scene, coupled with the bizarre patterns around them, it could be basically inferred that the Stone Seat was a rather special existence.
It seemed Feng Yunhong relied on it to suppress the consciousnesses of the other Beyonders.
Very quickly, Fu Qian noticed the wailing growing softer and the human faces becoming blurrier until they vanished beneath the skin one by one.
Even Feng Yunhong's physique shrank a bit, not as exaggerated as before.
The effect is quite impressive!
Fu Qian shook his hands and took a step forward.
At the same time, Feng Yunhong fiercely opened his eyes, locking a death stare onto him.
"What do you want to do?"
"Hello there, Old Man Feng!"
Showing absolutely no embarrassment at being caught in the act, Fu Qian greeted him with a composed demeanor.
Feng Yunhong gave a cold sneer.
"Idiot, did you really think I lost consciousness?"
"I noticed you the moment you came down."
Like I wouldn't know that? Fu Qian sighed.
Based on his past experience dealing with him, one could infer that this guy's guard was heavily raised.
Even if Feng Yunhong was worried after hearing his words and rushed to handle the hidden dangers, he wouldn't display his secret in front of others without any backup plan.
This guy had been surviving here for several decades; his familiarity with the surroundings was beyond imagination. Fu Qian never expected to hide from him, and hadn't even deliberately concealed his figure.
Staring at Fu Qian, Feng Yunhong wore a cruel smile.
"Based on your few suspicious words, did you think this old man would believe you? I was busy just now, so I let you live a bit longer."
"If you had acted just now, you might have caused me some trouble. But now, only one end awaits you."
"Just like those things from earlier, right?"
Fu Qian replied lazily.
"May I take the liberty to ask what you were doing just now?"
"You can guess."
Feng Yunhong stood straight up from the Stone Seat.
"It's fine if you can't guess, you'll experience it very soon."
He grabbed the Long Halberd next to him with one hand.
"Believe me, you'll be experiencing it for a very, very long time..."
"That's not bad."
"You truly don't know the meaning of death!"
Feng Yunhong swung the Long Halberd. A cold light flashed, and Fu Qian dodged the strike by a hair's breadth.
"You escape quite fast."
Feng Yunhong snorted. Unfolding the Long Halberd, rays of cold light poured out endlessly.
This guy who came out of nowhere really had good strength. Crucially, he knew far too much.
He was already intent on killing and absolutely could not let Fu Qian escape.
Unexpectedly, the other party showed no sign of running away at all. Instead of retreating, he advanced, flashing past the Long Halberd directly into close combat.
Has this guy gone crazy?
Regarding Fu Qian's suicidal behavior, although Feng Yunhong was a bit puzzled, his hands showed no mercy, deciding to end the battle quickly.
Feng Yunhong was proficient in his halberd techniques, and coupled with the gap in their realms, he firmly held the upper hand.
Soon, Fu Qian, unable to dodge in time, suffered a bloody gash on his arm.
Just as Feng Yunhong was preparing to press his advantage, a flash of scarlet light suddenly burst before him.
Crack!
A long whip that appeared from the void whipped solidly onto Feng Yunhong's body.
A hidden weapon? Feng Yunhong was startled. Seeing Fu Qian empty-handed, he couldn't determine the source of the attack for a moment.
Before he could figure it out, the next moment, a wave of intense manic emotion rose in Feng Yunhong's heart, giving him the urge to tear everything around him to pieces.
"What is this?"
In shock, Feng Yunhong rapidly widened the distance, pointing his Long Halberd at Fu Qian.
"Old Man Feng is so hale and hearty, I'm here to make you even more vigorous."
Fu Qian chuckled. Without stopping his feet, he stepped up for close combat again.
From the very beginning, he never planned to run.
At first glance, Feng Yunhong's current condition was quite good.
Under the effect of the Stone Seat, the discordance in his body was almost completely suppressed. Fighting him at this time was purely courting death.
But Fu Qian was very sure that those twenty-six residual-health heads were still there and hadn't truly been eliminated.
If they were so easily digested, how could Feng Yunhong still be troubled by them after decades.
He believed that as long as appropriate stimulation was provided, they would become active again.
This situation was simply too perfect for Tyrant's Fist to perform.
Chi Hesheng, Luo Binhai, Shui Jing, Grimm Wood... All of you, get riled up for me.
What exactly is going on!
As time passed, Feng Yunhong grew increasingly alarmed as he fought. The cold light from the Long Halberd in his hand connected into a sheet, leaving wound after wound on his opponent.
Hateful! This guy clearly possessed extremely tenacious vitality. Despite being visibly covered in cuts and bruises, he never fell. Not even his speed showed any noticeable decline.
Meanwhile, Feng Yunhong had already taken over a dozen whip strikes to his front and back.
With every strike of the whip, the mania in his heart intensified a bit. Now, his violent emotions were building up more and more, even beginning to affect his moves.
And that wasn't the most terrifying part!
The consciousnesses of the Beyonders, which had been firmly suppressed, actually showed signs of instability.
The wailing sounds reappeared, clearly influenced by the manic emotions, putting them in a highly unstable state.
I can't drag this out any longer!
Feng Yunhong made up his mind and let out a deafening, crazed roar.
The massive soundwave echoed within the building, causing the sprinting Fu Qian's movements to falter.
At the same time, moving several fractions faster than before, the Long Halberd tore into Fu Qian's body.
You have secrets, but this old man wasn't fighting at full strength just now either.
Looking at the neck that was almost cleanly severed, Feng Yunhong revealed a vicious smile.
However, before he could even catch his breath, a Crimson Whip lashed forcefully onto his head, completely detonating the mania in his heart.
How is this possible!
Looking at the opponent who still hadn't fallen, Feng Yunhong stood there stunned.
"Don't get distracted, Old Man!"
A mouth grew on the palm of Fu Qian's right hand, speaking in a mocking tone.
His original head quickly shriveled until only a layer of skin remained.
Trying Feast out in battle for the first time—the effect is even better than expected!
To some extent, he didn't have any vital points to speak of anymore.
Rapidly sprouting a new head, Fu Qian's hands didn't stop for a moment. The Crimson Whip rained down on Feng Yunhong like a stormy gale.
Under the effect of Tyrant's Fist, the wails surrounding the latter grew louder and louder, and even some body parts began to twist.
"Do you think you've already won?"
Realizing that the chaos from his spirit to his flesh was already irreparable, Feng Yunhong let out a hoarse, angry roar.
The next moment, he actually threw away his Long Halberd entirely, reaching out to grab Fu Qian's neck.
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