One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

Su Heng looked at the three Demon Suppression disciples who suddenly appeared in front of him, his expression mild.

He hadn’t expected that just moments ago he was fretting about the lack of experimental materials,

And now they had delivered themselves right to his doorstep.

It was truly like delivering a pillow to someone who was dozing off.

"It seems you’re the one who planted a confusion barrier on Li Hongxiu and the others," Su Heng’s gaze paused briefly on Mu Yuyan.

"Correct!" Mu Yuyan nodded, a smile on her face, "Such a formidable body, it appears that the rumors from Baihua County aren’t entirely baseless."

"That divine skill is called the ’Confusion Barrier,’ which can silently alter the thoughts and consciousness of its targets," Mu Yuyan coldly explained with a sneer.

"I see."

Su Heng nodded calmly, "Then, remove the spell from those two individuals. Afterward, you and your fellow disciples should surrender peacefully."

"It’s better for us both," Su Heng said earnestly, "You can suffer less, and I can obtain complete experimental materials."

Upon hearing this,

Mu Yuyan, Pang Shan, and Lian Qing were all stunned momentarily.

It took a full breath before they slowly comprehended and accepted the implication of Su Heng’s words.

Pang Shan’s expression gradually twisted into a ferocious grin, and he began to laugh uproariously, clutching his chest. It was as if he had heard an inconceivable joke—his laughter was so intense that tears were about to flow.

"Idiot! Do you even know what you’re saying?"

With a sneer stretching across his face, revealing sharp teeth and a growing sinister smile, Pang Shan said, "You can’t possibly believe that a mere officer from the Demon Suppression Bureau can conquer the world. I don’t know who gave you that illusion, but today, you will regret ever having lived!"

The foundation of the Demon Sect was in the northern province.

And because it bordered Skull Plain, located on the empire’s frontier, the region was particularly lawless and the locals were fiercely brutal. The fact that the Demon Sect could dominate in the northern province and even dare to confront the imperial Demon Suppression Army showed their extraordinary strength, absolutely not to be underestimated as an ordinary demonic sect. ℞

Pang Shan was the eldest disciple of the Demon Sect in this generation.

In his view, and based on what he had experienced recently, the martial artists around Jiangzhou seemed as weak as lambs. Moreover, in Baihua County, one hardly saw any demons, which didn’t even compare to the northern province.

In places devoid of demons,

Su Heng, an officer of the Demon Suppression Bureau, seemed even more insignificant in his eyes.

Well, he did seem a bit sturdy.

As for why no demons were seen in Baihua County—a deeply terrifying thought—Pang Shan didn’t ponder it deeply.

"Go! Take him down." Pang Shan licked his lips as he gave the command.

"Hahaha!" The giant fat man beside him named Lian Shan roared, his already enormous body swelling inch by inch, his face and body covered in large amounts of dark green fat, tearing his shirt, instantly transforming into a three-meter-tall massive mountain of flesh.

Boom!

The fat man took a step forward.

The ground seemed unable to bear the force, cracking open, and the whole courtyard could feel a significant shake.

"You don’t think that size is everything among martial artists, do you!"

The fat man’s mouth opened wide like a gluttonous beast, exuding stinky hot breath as he fiercely lunged at Su Heng, "Watch me crush you alive!"

The enormous size, combined with the escalating speed, gave the impression of a giant meat mountain rolling forward.

And facing such a formidable attack,

Su Heng did not dodge or avoid it, merely raising his eyebrows with slight disappointment.

"In the end, you still made a foolish choice." The mild smile disappeared from Su Heng’s face, and a hint of cold light flashed in his eyes.

Boom!

He reached out and made a grabbing gesture in the air.

The fat man’s mountainous momentum halted abruptly, his flesh quivering all over.

With a look of horror on his face, he felt as if his body was trapped in amber, unable to move. Before he could even struggle, Su Heng’s hand had already fiercely grabbed the fat man’s neck, his fingers piercing deeply into his flesh with a squelching sound.

Pus and bloodstream squirted out through the gaps in the fingers.

The fat man’s face twisted in agony as he opened his mouth, unable to make any sound.

Immediately afterward—

Boom!

Su Heng forcefully slammed him down.

With a crisp cracking sound, the fat man’s head was twisted into an unnatural angle.

The massive, corpulent body collapsed to the ground, immobile. His spine had been broken by Su Heng, but such severe injuries that would be fatal to ordinary people merely caused paralysis and loss of consciousness in these beast-like, physically trained martial artists.

"Next!" Su Heng kicked the fat man’s body.

Sss!

The latter’s huge body shifted instantly over ten meters away, accumulating in the corner of the yard like kitchen waste.

Hisss— Pang Shan’s smile slightly retracted, but his eyes were crazier than ever.

He knew his junior brother’s strength the best.

Even he,

Could not achieve a one-hit kill against Lian Qing in such an unleashed state.

His previous guesses were completely wrong; this person was indeed terrifyingly strong.

Yet facing such a powerful opponent, Pang Shan had not a trace of fear. Instead, he was more excited and agitated, his shoulders even trembling uncontrollably! No matter when, overcoming a stronger opponent in the midst of battle was the most gratifying achievement.

"Come on! Let me see what your strength is really like!"

Bang!

Pang Shan brought his arms together in front of him.

The force on his body fiercely exploded, forming a huge elephant phantom over five meters tall.

This colossal elephant, clad in scales and armor, had its two ghastly and sharp tusks thrusting skyward. With a swing of its trunk, its two thick front limbs heavily stamped on the ground. Amid the deafening roar of the elephant, it charged directly at Su Heng!

Boom!

Su Heng extended his hand forward and pushed, while slightly unleashing some force.

After the blood mutation, the increasingly fierce and mighty force stirred up dust ripples on the ground.

The gigantic elephant, just three meters from Su Heng, was firmly stopped in its tracks, unable to advance an inch despite smashing the ground into a crater. Eventually, it exploded with a grand burst, raising a huge cloud of gray dust. And within that dust, Pang Shan’s figure had vanished unexpectedly!

"Fool! Behind you!" A sharp and piercing sound attacked from behind his head.

Pang Shan had taken advantage of the explosion to secretly grasp a Divine Weapon in his hand and with it, he struck down towards Su Heng’s vital neck area.

Block!

Su Heng didn’t even turn his head, simply using his palm to stop it.

The Divine Weapon, famous among human martial artists and demon hosts, collided with Su Heng’s flesh, yet the clash emitted a crisp metal-on-metal sound.

A look of cunning triumph first appeared on Pang Shan’s face, but he froze in an instant, "How is this possible!"

Defending against a Divine Weapon with mere flesh, what a joke!

"Again!" Pang Shan’s face twisted hideously, his robust arms burst with dark, twisted veins as he channeled all his force into the weapon’s blade. The blade of the Divine Weapon spat out a three-foot-long flame-like intense blade light.

Still, it was useless.

The blade, capable of cutting through metal and stone, was firmly blocked by Su Heng’s palm, making no progress whatsoever.

"I don’t believe it! This can’t be happening!" Watching this scene, Pang Shan’s eyes nearly burst with rage.

He was about to deploy a secret technique to try again.

But Su Heng was gradually losing patience, "This farce should end now."

Crack!

His five fingers suddenly clenched tightly.

Cracks spread inch by inch on the blade of the Divine Weapon, which then exploded with a loud bang.

Pang Shan’s eyes widened, disbelieving the scene before him. Before he could react, the shockwave from the explosion of the Divine Weapon blew him away. Amid the dust, Su Heng’s majestic phantom slowly solidified, and a cold, merciless voice followed, "There’s no need to struggle, being my material is your honor."

"You— Bang!"

A streak of dark light in Pang Shan’s vision rapidly enlarged.

A severe pain shot through his brow, his eyes rolled back, his head tilted, and he lost consciousness, plunging into a coma.

"The last one." Su Heng’s figure flashed, appearing beside Mu Yuyan, looking down at this enchanting woman, "Your fellow disciples have already fallen, do you think you can escape by yourself? My Demon Suppression Tower is quite spacious, why not come and sit…"

"Sir, I... I..."

Mu Yuyan’s pallid forehead was covered in cold sweat, her usually smooth-talking mouth now uncontrollably unable to utter a complete sentence.

When Su Heng had crushed the Divine Weapon, Mu Yuyan had started to run.

Just when she thought she could escape from the courtyard.

She was blocked.

In this life-or-death moment, Mu Yuyan’s mind worked at high speed, and in desperation, she quickly put on a pitiful, naive expression.

"Wuwu…" Mu Yuyan cried out pitifully, "Sir, I am innocent, they forced me to do all these things. If you wish to shelter me, I am willing to become your servant…"

Mu Yuyan had an excellent figure and alluring looks.

Combined with this pitiful demeanor, her allure to the opposite sex was extraordinary indeed.

Even Mu Yuyan herself was surprised she could act this well. Thinking quickly, she continued to pull down the neckline of her dress while stealthily glancing up to gauge Su Heng’s look—her heart suddenly sank.

Her whole body stiffened, as if she had fallen into an icy cavern.

Su Heng’s brows were deeply furrowed, and his gaze towards Mu Yuyan was frightening.

It was not the look one would give to another of their kind; rather, it was like buying a chicken in a market and finding rot and foul water inside its belly upon cutting it open on the chopping block—a look of disgust and anger.

Why such a look!

Mu Yuyan didn’t understand, but the fear in her heart turned her complexion pale and her body trembled.

"Compared to your fellow disciples, your body is really too poor, only fit to be considered as a defective product." Su Heng spoke with a chilling voice.

White Wolf, Snake Scales, Tuo Dragon Blood Marrow—three demonic remnants corresponding to the three disciples. Originally, Su Heng had estimated that Pang Shan and the fat one could barely meet the requirements for the blood sacrifice, but Mu Yuyan’s case was lacking, which could likely affect the success rate of Su Heng’s blood sacrifice!

Thinking that his plan might fail, Su Heng felt somewhat dissatisfied, his gaze becoming even colder and more terrifying.

"Forget it, let’s just make do with what we have; the chances of success on the first try weren’t high anyway."

Crack!

In Mu Yuyan’s terrified gaze.

A large hand gripped his neck tightly and squeezed hard. Intense pain struck, and at that moment of despair, Mu Yuyan lost consciousness.