I created a foundation

A samurai sword flashing with an ominous red light appeared in Lin Qing's hand at some point.

【Immortal Slash】.

The knife flashed, extremely fast.

Kaz only felt a cold chill passing through his body that had just regenerated, but he did not feel any substantial damage.

He was just about to mock Lin Qing's weak attack.

But the next moment, the expression on his face froze.

He discovered that his body's regenerative ability... had disappeared.

No matter how he stimulated the cells in his body, the wounds cut by the tiny knife energy could no longer heal. Instead, they began to ooze out a gray-black substance that symbolized "death."

"Death" substance.

"Impossible... What kind of power is this?" For the first time, Kaz's voice was filled with horror.

Cut off concept.

[Immortal Slash] cuts off the very concept of "rebirth" on which he depends for survival.

Lin Qing didn't give him much time to think.

As Kaz tried to understand this extraordinary phenomenon, Lin Qing attacked again.

He did not use [Immortal Slash] again, but simply clenched his fist that was wrapped in lightning and domineering power.

Katz subconsciously wanted to launch a mental attack in an attempt to interfere with Lin Qing's actions.

This was another powerful ability he possessed as an Ultimate Being, in addition to his physical evolution. The invisible spiritual force swept towards Lin Qing like a tsunami, enough to instantly cause brain death in any weak-willed creature.

However, the moment this mental shock came into contact with Lin Qing, it disappeared without a trace, like a drop in the ocean.

【Mental Barrier】.

Lin Qing's mental defenses were as solid as an unbreakable wall of sighs. Kaz's mental attack didn't even leave a ripple on them. Instead, the recoil caused a sharp pain in his brain and blacking out his vision.

The flesh is suppressed.

Regeneration is cut off.

Mental shock is ineffective.

Kaz finally realized that he was facing a monster that completely crushed him on every level.

This is not a fight.

This was a one-sided, all-round devastation, from strength to ability, from flesh to concepts.

Lin Qing's fist hit Kaz's chest without any hindrance.

"Oh!"

There was a dull thud like a battering ram hitting a city gate.

The ultimate biological body that Kaz was so proud of collapsed in its entirety under this punch, its hard bones shattered into pieces, and its internal organs turned into minced meat.

His huge body was knocked off the ground by the huge force and flew backwards.

Lin Qing followed closely behind with another punch.

Hit him in the stomach.

Another punch.

Hit him in the face.

Every punch hits the flesh, and each blow contains devastating power.

Kaz's body kept rolling and deforming in mid-air, trying to relieve the force and fight back, but all his efforts seemed pale and powerless in the face of Lin Qing's violent attack.

His biological weapons were shattered again and again, and the speed of regeneration was far behind the speed of destruction.

finally.

Lin Qing stopped.

Kaz's broken body fell heavily to the ground like a broken rag doll, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Almost all of his bones were broken, and his muscle tissue was necrotic over a large area. His originally proud and handsome face had now become a bloody mess, unrecognizable.

He lay on the ground, only his faint breathing proved that he was still alive.

Lin Qing walked slowly in front of him, looking down at this once invincible ultimate creature.

Kaz raised his eyelids with difficulty and looked at Lin Qing's calm face with blurred vision.

Resentment, anger, fear, and deep... despair intertwined in his remaining consciousness.

He wanted to say something, but all he could make was a "ho ho" sound.

Lin Qing slowly raised his foot.

Then, step down.

The ultimate body that Kaz was so proud of groaned like rotten wood under the heavy burden, and then completely disintegrated into a pool of unrecognizable flesh and blood.

The man who woke up - Kaz, stood in the center of the mess.

A trace of almost imperceptible disgust flashed across his face, which looked like it was carved by a god.

It's not about death.

Nor was it directed at the blood that had smeared the floor of this expensive laboratory into an abstract and horrific painting.

His gaze fell on his hands.

It was a perfect hand that could change shape at will and imitate the functions of any living thing.

But now, it is stained with filth.

A sticky, scarlet liquid mixed with some indescribable, grayish-white gelatinous substance - the brain of some stupid creature from before - was clinging to his slender fingers.

He frowned slightly.

It was an extremely subtle, almost imperceptible movement, just a momentary tightening of the brows.

This is an offense.

A desecration of his perfect form.

A casual flick of the wrist.

The action was understated, almost nonchalant.

Those unpleasant attachments will peel off on their own as if they were given life.

They turned into a grotesque meteor, streaking through the air and slamming heavily into a thick reinforced glass wall in the distance.

A new, disgusting mark suddenly appeared on the glass wall.

Kaz didn't even spare a second glance.

His attention has been diverted.

On a sterile stainless steel tray in a corner of the laboratory, a lone test tube had shattered.

The contents of the test tube—a small sample of his own blood, recently extracted by that now-minced idiot—lay there quietly.

A small pool of dark red liquid was particularly dazzling on the smooth metal surface.

That's part of his body.

Stolen.

tainted by the crude methods of lesser creatures.

He stretched out his hand towards the pool of blood.

Palms facing up, fingers slightly spread out.

There is no sound.

There were no visible energy fluctuations either.

However, the pool of coagulated blood on the tray suddenly began to tremble.

Ripples appeared on its surface, like a calm lake into which a stone has been thrown.

Then, as if drawn by some invisible will, the scattered blood beads began to gather together.

They merged and squirmed, eventually forming a blood-red sphere that beat slightly like the heart of a living thing.

The blood cells slowly rose from the tray.

It floated in the air, drifting leisurely towards Kaz.

An extremely thin, crimson blood line extended from the blood cell, like iron filings attracted by a magnet.

It accurately found the almost invisible pinhole on Kaz's arm.

That was the mark left by the previous mortal with a crude syringe.

Blood, his own blood, silently returned to his veins.

A silent, effortless return of property to its rightful owner.

The insignificant pinhole disappeared instantly on his perfect skin, leaving no trace of blemish.

His skin became smooth and flawless again, like the finest amethyst.

An almost inaudible sigh escaped Kaz's lips.

It wasn't a relief.

It's the satisfaction of restoration, the comfort of being whole.

He moved the fingers that had just recovered his own blood.

Power, ancient and absolute power, surged through every fiber of his body like surging magma.

He began to stretch.

Move slowly.

But it is full of a certain sacred ritual sense.