I set you up on a blind date, and you've managed to overcome all the weirdness?

"I'm welcoming your mother!"

Lin Yan roared!

It was rather impolite, and Su Hong in the middle of the formation naturally heard it. Her eyelashes fluttered, but she didn't dare to open her eyes.

Was it him? That voice?

There was no time left for her to raise the funds.

Before Chen Qing could exert any force, a black afterimage came hurtling through the air.

Lin Yan naturally wouldn't waste words with him. Speed ​​was of the essence, and while he was in a daze, he directly pushed the Nine Revolutions Prison Bone Body to its limit.

Suddenly, a series of fine, cracking sounds emanated from all the joints of his body, as if something was rearranging itself beneath his skin and flesh.

There was a muffled thud.

The iron pipe landed on Xiaoya's head like it was hitting a soup dumpling, instantly deflated by more than half, and black blood and white fluid were squeezed out from both sides.

Seemingly not satisfied with that, Lin Yan aimed carefully, gripped the iron pipe with both hands, and swung it forcefully with both feet.

Xiaoya was sent flying by the force, crashing into the wall and falling silent.

This surprised Lin Yan. How could he be so easily defeated?

Chen Qing stood to the side, his glasses covered in blood. He had drunk at least half of Xiaoya's watermelon juice.

At this moment, he finally took the dormitory manager seriously.

Lin Yan stepped onto a pool of blood.

He was slightly out of breath; he had been so focused on the fight that he hadn't used the breathing techniques of the Nine Revolutions Prison Bone Technique to coordinate his power.

Blood was still stained on the iron pipe, dripping down to his feet. He raised his hand and pointed the iron pipe at Chen Qing.

"Chen Qing, you old dog, why aren't you kneeling down to die?"

The harsher and more direct the insults, the more effective they are against hypocrites who like to put on airs.

Chen Qing, who had never been disobeyed before, now had a distorted expression on his face.

"Great...it's great!"

Chen Qing's face showed a resolute expression. He stepped down and landed right on an array plate.

Click!

The array plate shattered instantly.

The five pieces of leather on the ground suddenly moved, and the steel nails were blown off the ground.

They curled up and crawled along the ground toward Chen Qing.

Like a snake shedding its skin, the eerie green seeps out from the edges of the skin and gradually turns into black mist.

Five streams of black energy slid along the ground and rushed towards Chen Qing, entering his mouth and nose.

"Ughhhh!"

Chen Qing looked up and let out a scream.

But that face wasn't all pain; there seemed to be a hint of enjoyment in it?

His shirt was stretched taut, and his bones were stretched under his skin; Lin Yan could hear the creaking sound.

His arms had almost doubled in length, his fingernails had fallen off his fingertips, and ten bone blades, still stained with blood, had emerged from his knuckles.

When he finally stood on all fours, he was already a two-and-a-half-meter-tall creature, radiating a bizarre and imposing aura.

"I'm going to skin you alive."

"Inch by inch."

"Peel it off."

After the mutation, Chen Qing let out a roar, and with a kick of his hind legs, he shattered the cement ground. His tall body transformed into a gust of bloody wind and rushed straight towards Lin Yan!

That's incredibly fast!

Lin Yan could barely see the other person's movements.

He dared not be reckless; relying solely on his flesh and blood to withstand this attack would be tantamount to a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

But by the time he realized what was happening, the other person was already right in front of him.

Lin Yan could only raise the iron pipe and hold it horizontally in front of his chest to block.

The force slammed down along the iron pipe, causing his hand to split open and blood to flow down his wrist.

The iron pipe was solid and as thick as a baby's arm, but it only lasted half a second before breaking in two against Chen Qing's bone blade.

If Lin Yan hadn't undergone the Nine Revolutions Hell Bone Body tempering, his reaction speed wouldn't have been far beyond that of ordinary people; he would have been thrown backward almost instantly by the force of the impact...

If that knife had landed squarely, his fate would have been no different from that of the iron pipe.

"Is that all you've got? You dare to ruin my plans?"

Chen Qing missed his attack and did not rush to pursue.

He looked down at Lin Yan, the bone blades rubbing against each other, making a hissing sound.

"Mortals are just mortals. In the face of absolute power, your stubbornness won't save you."

Lin Yan threw away the remaining half of the iron rod in his hand, picked up the longer piece from the ground, and stood up with his back against an abandoned boiler.

Here he is, finally back in his comfort zone.

Lin Yan survived in this bizarre world not because of his martial arts skills.

When faced with something grotesque enough to overwhelm them, their brains came in handy again.

He feigned weakness, letting Chen Qing deliver his victory speech while secretly observing his surroundings.

The place is full of rusty pipes, abandoned valves, and potholes filled with something that looks like either antiseptic or blood.

"Yeah?"

Lin Yan couldn't help but twitch his lips when he thought about how people of this era would react to those words.

"Did you know that villains die from talking too much?"

Before he could even speak, Lin Yan had already pulled that thing out of the depths of his consciousness.

"Stop fucking playing dead! Get to work!"

He really needs to work on his narration habit; he's always slacking off and getting himself killed, it's such a headache.

His gaze fell on the front of Chen Qing's left foot, where it was covered in black blood that Xiao Ya had shed.

"Do you see that piece of land?"

"Lord, Master! I have seen it!" the narrator said, trembling with fear.

"Tell me! That piece of land has been soaked in acidic preservative solution for a long time, and the steel bars inside have long since rotted and broken."

"When it bears the weight of this monster, it will..."

The narration was so clear that I dared not be negligent in the slightest:

"Look closely! This monster, blinded by arrogance, has no idea what kind of being is standing in front of him."

"He is about to pay a heavy price for his arrogance!"

"The concrete in front of the monster's left foot is structurally fragile; the ground will collapse the moment it takes its next step!"

The voice just fell.

Chen Qing suddenly exerted force with his hind leg, attempting to repeat the same trick.

However, the instant his left foot touched the ground!

The ground suddenly collapsed, creating a crater half a meter deep!

Chen Qingqian's body lost its support and immediately tilted to one side.

The pair of bone blades, originally aimed at Lin Yan's chest, veered off course and struck the outer shell of a nearby abandoned boiler, sending sparks flying.

In that brief moment when Chen Qing lost his balance, less than half a second later...

"Remember, don't show off in your next life, or you'll get struck by lightning!"

Lin Yan's eyes flashed with a fierce light. He kicked off the wall behind him and shot out like an arrow.

The iron pipe that was just cut in half was extremely sharp because Chen Qing's bone blade was too sharp.

Using the remaining force from his charge, combined with the last bit of explosive power squeezed out of his Prison Bone Body, he gripped the iron pipe tightly with both hands and stabbed it into the gap under Chen Qing's chin.

Chen Qing reacted faster than he had expected.

The monster adjusted its center of gravity the instant it lost its balance, and pulled back the bone blade on its left arm, sweeping it horizontally, about to hit Lin Yan's chest.

The distance was too close; the iron pipe hadn't even reached its position before the bone blade was already pressing down on him.

Lin Yan didn't dodge; everything was as expected.

He yelled in his head, "The ceiling!"