Evil Spirit Consultant

Chapter 152 The First Victim

"This……"

Yang Liu lowered his head to avoid the opponent's counterattack, then turned around and kicked him away.

After both sides distanced themselves from each other, they finally had time to carefully look at the steel bars in their hands.

The originally brand new steel bars with burrs had become rusty at some point, especially the area away from Yang Liu's hands, where dense honeycomb-like holes had appeared on the steel bars, making people's scalps numb.

The reason for the bending is that the physical properties of the steel bar deteriorate after the small holes appear, and it is bent by wind pressure under the strong waving of the willow.

Looking at Yamada Takashi's arms formed by the black liquid gathered at his shoulders, Yang Liu felt a rare sense of difficulty.

"What? You don't want to continue fighting? That's not what you said just now." Yamada Takashi gave a weird smile.

Although his momentum was still rising, his physical condition was getting worse and worse. Not only the skin on his face, but also the skin on other parts of his body was gradually cracking, revealing the wriggling black blood vessels inside.

"I always think I'm a genius, but when I see your abilities, I can't help but envy you." Yang Liu said sincerely to Yamada Takashi.

Throwing away the bent steel bar in his hand, Yang Liu pulled out an iron pipe from the debris nearby and assumed a fighting stance again:

"But... there are many ways to obtain weapons in a place like this. I just don't know if your vitality reserves are sufficient."

"Ha ha……"

Yamada Takashi smiled softly, said nothing more, and waved vigorously at the willows in the distance.

The black liquid overflowing from his body turned into two long whips and lashed towards Yang Liu. Yang Liu's body bounced up like a spring, and he nimbly dodged the double whips while swinging them towards his head.

Yamada Takashi turned his head to avoid it, but the iron pipe grazed his ear and left a bloody mark.

Yang Liu did not stop. The iron pipe instantly created countless phantoms and swung down with a whistling wind pressure.

Yamada Takashi had to continue retreating, moving his body back and forth in the factory, while constantly waving the whips in both hands and fighting back in search of opportunities.

For a time, the entire abandoned factory became their arena.

The steel dome of the abandoned factory groaned in death under the heavy blows of the two men, and rusted beams fell from the sky.

The two afterimages in the fight suddenly separated. Yang Liu threw away the corroded and bumpy metal beam, stepped on the concrete pillar to gain momentum and flew into the air. He kneed his opponent in the face with a thunderous roar.

Unable to dodge in time, Yamada Takashi could only raise his arms and cross them. The black whips in his hands quickly returned to defense and merged into a shield with a metallic luster in front of him.

boom!
After taking the blow head-on, the three-meter square of concrete under Yamada Takashi's feet instantly turned into spider-web-like debris.

The wind from his fist tore through the turbid air, and the gusts of air it created blew away the dust between the two of them.

Faced with Yang Liu's "serious punch", Yamada Takashi could no longer block it, and was blasted away in a mess, knocking over the broken boiler behind him.

As Yamada Takashi rolled over, he looked at Yang Liu who was also rushing towards him. He subconsciously controlled the black liquid on his body and stretched it out. He grabbed the rusty conveyor belt next to him and threw it over.

Yang Liu did not retreat but instead swung his fist to smash the conveyor belt that was hitting him in two pieces. He bent his elbow and pushed towards the opponent's throat amid the flying metal parts.

But after a brief obstruction by the conveyor belt, Yamada Takashi had readjusted himself and dodged the attack. Yang Liu's powerful killing move could only smash a tall load-bearing pillar behind him.

The load-bearing pillars, which had already been eroded by Yamada Takashi's ability, could no longer withstand such force and collapsed.

Concrete fragments fell like a rainstorm, and the two shuttled back and forth between the collapsed ceilings. The collision of knuckles and black liquid actually made a sound of metal clashing. Yamada Takashi suddenly bent his waist, and the black long whip that originally replaced his arms split into another one, hooking an arc of light like a waning moon from bottom to top.

The blow tore a gap of more than ten meters in the iron wall, but there was no trace of Yang Liu.

By the time Yamada Takashi found Yang Liu, he had already flipped in the air, and his heel chopped down like a battle axe, "embedding" Yamada Takashi into the ground.

Black liquid mixed with sweat spread on the oily ground. Yamada Takashi's figure suddenly jumped up, and dozens of black whips burst out from his body. The attack was so fast that it left afterimages.

The three-story thickened steel frame platform was cut in half, the pillars supporting the ceiling exploded and became abandoned one after another, and one corner of the factory building tilted as a whole amid a roar.

Yang Liu used the black light ball to heal his injuries. Seeing this, he grinned and tore off the hanging steel cable. The hundred-meter-long iron chain in his hand turned into a ferocious giant python and swept across, turning all the waste along the way into debris.

When the last load-bearing wall collapsed during the attack between the two, the two entangled figures were embedded in the twisted and deformed steel beams.

Yang Liu's cracked nails dug into the opponent's shoulder blade, and blood mist gushed out from between her clenched teeth.

The entire factory was shaking, and with the crisp sound of breaking steel bars, this steel behemoth was rapidly heading towards "death".

"You are so strong..."

Lying among the steel beams, Yamada Takashi's once violent eyes regained clarity, and black blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.

Yang Liu's other hand was firmly stuck in his chest—his heart had been blown up.

Yamada Takashi did not dodge the attack at the last moment, but this was not the "real murderer" that caused his death.

The actual cause of his death was outside the area of the abandoned factory.

With the abandoned factory as the center, all plants within a one-kilometer diameter have completely withered. The vitality of these plants has been completely sucked dry by Yamada Takashi.

"You're not bad, I'm just lucky."

Yang Liu's words were not polite. The other party had only awakened his abilities a short time ago and had no time to hone his combat skills.

Although the battle just now was huge, Yang Liu avoided most of the damage, so he was able to drain the opponent's vitality.

"It's over..." Yamada Takashi whispered, with relief and exhaustion in his voice.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes unfocused, as if he was looking at some distant place.

Yang Liu pulled her arm out of his chest and shook off the black blood that clung to her skin.

Yamada Takashi's body gradually became limp, and his vitality quickly slipped away like quicksand, but the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a relieved smile:

"Tell my daughter...Miu..."

Looking at Yamada Takashi who had lost his breath, Yang Liu closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry...if you have anything to say, go talk to your daughter yourself."

That was a message sent by Uga Shoji earlier. After confirming Yamada Takashi's identity, the police found his home and discovered a dried corpse inside.

Miu Yamada was confirmed as the first victim of this serial murder case.

(End of this chapter)