Eldritch Horror Theatre - Ch. 126: The Hunter Thirsts for Blood (End)
It was hard to tell how much of Chen Xing's sigh was genuine and how much was fake.
After all, many people would even deceive themselves just to feel at peace with their conscience.
Fortunately, Chen Xing's moment of emotion passed quickly. He looked up at Fu Qian, his expression resolute.
"Be that as it may, your words still cannot be verified. I will only honor the rest of the agreement with Deng Feizhou personally."
"That's between you and him. I was just commissioned to pass on the message."
Fu Qian replied in a completely indifferent tone.
"Very well."
Chen Xing nodded, visibly satisfied with Fu Qian's answer.
"Try not to come around here for the near future. When the time is right, Deng Feizhou will contact you himself."
Fu Qian stood up from his chair and walked directly toward the door.
"The message has been delivered, and I have my own tasks to attend to. I'll be taking my leave now—Who's there?!"
Halfway through his sentence, Fu Qian abruptly looked up toward the doorway.
Someone was there?
Fu Qian's reaction startled Chen Xing, who immediately followed his gaze, only to find absolutely nothing.
Not only that, but his perception also sensed nothing.
Something was wrong!
Realizing what was happening, Chen Xing whipped his head back around.
A fierce gust of wind was already striking his chest and abdomen!
...
Often, the simplest tricks are the most effective.
Take the classic "Look, a distraction!" routine, for example. As long as the timing is right and the acting is on point, it will always fool someone.
Just now, Fu Qian had first revealed his form, then expressed disinterest in the collaboration, and finally moved to leave cleanly after delivering the message. This series of actions had lowered Chen Xing's guard to the absolute minimum.
Then, he used the simplest trick in the book to divert his attention.
Faced with this fleeting opportunity, Fu Qian launched an attack without a moment's hesitation.
As it stood, killing this Demigod head-on was the only way for him to complete his mission.
It was a daunting challenge, but not entirely impossible.
Judging from previous tests, the effect of the Mythic Form skill essentially granted his next strike Demigod-level power and form.
In other words, in terms of offense, he could completely reach the Demigod tier.
As long as he could seize the initiative, killing a Demigod wasn't out of the question.
Of course, the price was steep.
He had to remember that every time he used Mythic Form, it cost him a life.
Actually, now that he had locked onto the target, restarting directly to find Chen Xing and see if he could take him out before his ascension was also an option.
Considering it would only cost 1 Sanity Value, statistically speaking, it would likely be much more economical.
But that wasn't his style—real men face difficulties head-on!
Mythic Form! Air Bullet!
Fu Qian struck decisively.
For his method of attack, he chose the Air Bullet, which required the smallest physical movement and was the most concealed.
Because he had just stood up from his chair, the distance between the two was barely a meter.
By the time Chen Xing reacted, the Demigod-tier Air Bullet had already blasted right into his face.
"You overestimate yourself!"
Facing the lethal strike, Chen Xing showed no signs of panic.
With a cold snort, a sense of stagnation—thousands of times stronger than what he displayed at the banquet—spread out.
For a split second, the surroundings seemed to enter a state of suspended animation.
Fu Qian found his movements incredibly strained; his body grew so stiff it felt nearly petrified.
Worthy of a Demigod!
Compared to his move at the banquet, this boost in power was no small matter.
The power of the Air Bullet would likely be affected.
Fu Qian instinctively looked down, only to see that Chen Xing indeed showed no signs of being hit.
Instead, a layer of white frost splashed across his body, and a bone-chilling extreme cold began to spread.
The temperature of this extreme cold was so low that the surrounding air seemed to solidify. Various colored ice crystals could faintly be seen forming.
This is... Fu Qian instantly realized what had happened.
Just a moment ago, he had been wondering why the Air Bullet, empowered by Mythic Form, hadn't turned into some massive air cannon.
Now it seemed, had it directly altered its nature, attaching an effect of ultimate low temperature?
Influenced by Chen Xing's ability, the power of the Air Bullet was weakened, but the extreme cold effect was solidly transferred to him.
The next moment, under Chen Xing's horrified gaze, Fu Qian felt the surrounding stagnation disappear.
Meanwhile, around Chen Xing's waist, starting from the surface of his skin, his clothes, flesh, and blood were freezing over bit by bit.
Sparkling ice crystals could even be seen on the surface!
Without hesitation, Fu Qian reached out his hand.
The original plan had been to follow up with a Visceral Critical Strike, but now he changed his mind and directly punched the frozen part of Chen Xing's body.
In almost an instant, the extreme cold cracked the skin on his own arm.
The next moment, a teeth-aching sound of shattering echoed out.
Amidst the flying ice shards, due to the shockwave of the impact, Fu Qian's entire forearm was pulverized.
To his gratification, Chen Xing suffered similarly; a shocking, massive hole appeared at his waist.
With the strike successful, before Fu Qian could make his next move, a beast-like roar sounded. Chen Xing's body abruptly swelled.
The hole in front of him expanded, wrapping its way up along his arm.
The next moment, Fu Qian found himself inside an enclosed space.
In all directions were jagged, hideous spikes, making him feel as if he had fallen into the mouth of a lamprey.
Except, at this moment, every spike was crystal clear, radiating extreme cold.
This guy's combat instincts are decent!
This was clearly the Air Bullet that hadn't been completely neutralized.
Fu Qian quickly caught on.
Giving me a taste of my own medicine?
Could it be that your last name is Murong of Gusu?
Facing the spikes crushing in from all sides, Fu Qian scoffed.
Watch my Six Hundred Meridian Divine Sword!
Looking up, leaning back, and extending his arms while bathed in the extreme cold, Fu Qian activated Mythic Form once again.
Tendril Barrage Devastator!
Countless tentacles shot out explosively, meeting the advancing spikes.
Ice shards flew everywhere. For a brief second, Fu Qian seemed to see eyeballs surfacing deep within the spikes.
[Sanity Value -1]
At the same time, a notification rang in his ear.
Damn it, you are definitely not a proper Demigod!
Fu Qian roared inwardly. Losing a point of Sanity Value out of nowhere, plus the four times he had used Mythic Form earlier.
This trade was a massive loss!
The next moment, a silent wail echoed in his mind.
His vision brightened, and Fu Qian found he had returned to the light of day.
Phew!
Fu Qian immediately scanned his surroundings.
The ground was littered with limbs and ice blocks he had just blasted apart. Several meters away lay a massive, deformed head.
It was about the size of a bathtub, with no facial features on its face—only several huge, cavernous holes packed densely with spikes.
Since there seemed to be nothing else, this had to be it.
Fu Qian walked over and stomped down on the faintly twitching head.
In an instant, fluids splattered everywhere, and hundreds of shiny objects flew out.
It was a pile of massive eyeballs!
At the end of each eyeball trailed a dark fleshy tendon, extending all the way deep into the skull.
I knew there was something wrong with it!
If this was what Demigods looked like, it was honestly a bit disgusting.
Recalling Deng Feizhou's previous words, could this be the price that even Chen Xing was unaware of?
Fu Qian sifted through the mess and soon found a dark red, starburst-shaped stone in the gore.
Is this the Blood of Thorns?
Fu Qian bent down and picked it up.
The stone was translucent and still warm to the touch.
With his action, the fleshy tendons snapped one by one, and the hundreds of eyeballs stopped squirming, rapidly rupturing and drying up.
Is the mission still not complete?
Hearing no notification, Fu Qian was puzzled. However, the stone in his palm suddenly dissolved into a cloud of blood mist and surged onto his face.
The next moment, Fu Qian felt something stir within him.
He reached up to his face and pulled off a white mask.
On the left cheek of the mask sat a glaring, dark red bloodstain.
[Task complete. Containment of Item 3-0177 successful.]
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