We agreed on the twelve zodiac animals, but you've transformed into the Monkey King?

This thing is definitely not human!

The monster had completely shattered the boundaries of reason, charging forward to the beat of rousing drums, its five fingers bent into hooks, bringing with them a nauseating, foul stench.

Despite the excruciating pain in his lungs, Wen Xiao's instincts kicked in, causing him to lean back, the collapsing folding chair creaking in agony. The grappling hooks grazed his nose, tearing several jagged gashes through his white coat.

"cough!"

He exhaled a breath of turbid air mixed with dark red blood clots, and the intracranial pressure spiked fatally at that moment. The dizziness caused by the brain metastasis exploded deep within his nerves.

The optic nerve was compressed, and the monster in front of him split and overlapped into three or four phantom images.

The attack missed its mark, and the monster's body twisted in mid-air into a horrifying arc that defied human ergonomics, before sweeping out a thunderous kick. Wen Xiao had nowhere to brace himself and was forcefully thrown back by the immense force, crashing heavily onto the examination table.

With a burst of drumbeats, the iodine bottle shattered, gauze rolls rolled all over the ground, and dark brown liquid meandered out like spreading blood.

Without giving them any chance to catch their breath, the monster roared and pounced.

The intense lung pain only fueled Wen Xiao's ferocity; at this moment, he resembled a lone wolf driven to the brink of despair.

He charged headlong into the air-tearing claws.

Just as the sharp fingernail was about to dig into his eyeball, Wen Xiao strangely lowered his upper body, avoiding the sharp edge, while his right hand, with its five fingers like steel hooks, dug into the monster's elbow joint, where the flesh was rolled up and the structure was exposed.

"Eighty for bone setting," his voice held a sickly ruthlessness, "and I won't charge a penny for dismantling the bones!"

In the instant the heavy drum exploded in the background of the television, he twisted the remaining strength in his body into a spiral, and with the power of his waist, he suddenly twisted and pulled backward!

Click!

With a crisp crack, Wen Xiao dismantled the monster's entire right arm, prying it off like building blocks, by following the joints.

The dark red liquid splashed all over Wen Xiao's face.

The monster opened its mouth to howl, but Wen Xiao suddenly took a step forward, pressed his body against the monster's chest, pressed his left hand down on the monster's head, and held its jaw with his right hand. His arms were bulging with muscles, and his hands were crossed, generating a twisting force that could dislocate bones!

"broken!"

With the final, powerful strike of the rousing music, the monster's head was twisted a full 180 degrees. Its pale cervical vertebrae pierced through the rotting flesh, dripping with black blood, and lay exposed to the air.

The monster convulsed and collapsed to the ground, quickly turning into a pool of bubbling black water that evaporated completely.

Wen Xiao could no longer hold on and fell heavily to the ground.

He stared at the vanished remnant and spat out a mouthful of blood:

"Go to hell, you think you can take my life with just a fake skin?"

Pop, pop, pop.

A round of applause came from the doorway.

Wen Xiao suddenly looked up.

A man stood at the clinic entrance, seemingly out of nowhere. He wore a well-tailored dark Zhongshan suit, his broad frame resembling a wall. A cryptic smile played on his lips.

"Brilliant, truly brilliant." The man spoke, his voice deep and resonant. "The Wen family's 'Dislocating Bone and Tendons Hand,' combined with this sickly body, can still produce such a high level of skill."

Wen Xiao's hand groped on the tiles: "And who are you, 'who came to the wrong door'?"

The man stopped clapping, bowed slightly, his movements elegant yet revealing a wild ferocity.

"You're quick to learn. I've forgotten what a name is after so long without anyone calling me." He smiled, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth. "However, people in the industry have given me a nickname."

They call me—the Pig.

Wen Xiao's fingertips trembled. At this moment, he really wanted to shove the surgical scissors he had just touched into the man's throat, provided that this sickly body, which was about to fall apart, could still squeeze out a little bit of explosive power.

"I can cure your illness." The fat on the pig's face twitched, and the butcher's honest smile disappeared, replaced by a solemn and cold expression.

Wen Xiao stared intently at him: "Can you give me a lung transplant, or can you dissolve the tumor in my brain?"

"Mortal medicine is too boring." The Pig shook its head, a glint of fanaticism flashing in its eyes. "I can give you a body of steel that even the heavens cannot crush."

Wen Xiao tightened his grip on the scissors. "What's the price?"

The Pig stretched out its large, fan-like hand: "Try it and you'll see. But this is a deadly road; once you step in, there's no turning back."

A flash of malice appeared in Wen Xiao's dim eyes: "Having a way out... is much better than waiting to die here."

"Then, let's get involved."

The pig grinned wildly, its gleaming white teeth flashing coldly. As its pronouncement fell, the space behind it groaned in agony, as endless darkness surged forth, completely engulfing the laughter before it could even react in horror.

……

Weightlessness. An endless fall.

A thick darkness enveloped Wen Xiao. The near-death hallucinations brought on by the brain transfer began to intertwine and merge wildly with the uncanny reality before him that defied human comprehension.

He couldn't tell the difference.

Countless bizarre and blasphemous images exploded on his retina one after another.

He saw black chains stretching across the void, each link weighing more than ten thousand jin; he saw towering ruins, built with tens of millions of jin of molten iron, standing alone in the void; and in the center of this void, countless enormous, sacred yet eerie figures stood, all looking down coldly at this dying mortal clinging to life.

In his crimson vision, he fixed his gaze on the most ferocious of the shadows.

It was a stone monkey.

Its entire body was jet black, with tangled monkey hair embedded in its dry flesh. Half of its face was rotting, revealing its menacing fangs. A heavy iron hook pierced its collarbone, and blood dripped slowly down the rusty chains, igniting a black fire in the void.

"Be me."

A desolate and violent voice boomed in Wen Xiao's mind.

"Who are you?"

Wen Xiao couldn't utter a sound; he could only shout in his heart.

The only response he received was the statue's suddenly opened pair of blood-red vertical pupils.

Eyes burning with blood, soul sinking into the abyss.