One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

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Boom!

The floor beneath Su Heng exploded, and he burst forth like a tiger pouncing on its prey.

A savage and exaggerated punch smashed into An Shelie’s face without warning.

Under the bright moonlight.

An Shelie’s long hair was swept back by the fierce wind.

A cold light flashed in her eyes as she casually reached out to block.

A dark red arc, like a bright mirror, suddenly formed a barrier in front of An Shelie, blocking Su Heng’s lightning-fast punch. Although the barrier twisted and tore apart instantly, exploding into fragments, it bought enough time for An Shelie to leave the room calmly and put distance between her and Su Heng.

Bang!

All wooden tables and chairs and the floor were shredded to pieces, while various books and documents on the tables scattered like snow, blanketing the sky and fluttering down.

Su Heng snorted coldly and immediately followed, turning into a black light and leaping out through the open window.

Leveraging the gravity manipulation effect provided by the Skeleton Dragon Armor.

Su Heng’s burly figure stood suspended in the void.

In front of him.

An Shelie stood on slightly higher ground, the madness on her face gradually fading as she curled her lips into a cold smile, "I didn’t expect to see such a powerful martial artist in the world after a thousand years. Unfortunately, since you chose to be my enemy, I can only send you on your way—"

"Flame Dragon Tooth!"

Towards the end, An Shelie’s expression suddenly turned fierce.

Her pupils dilated, and an invisible ripple distorted the moonlight, rapidly expanding outward.

The spherical space touched by the ripple seemed to freeze in the air, silent, as a massive spiritual shock created a raging tide. Even Su Heng’s strong spirit unexpectedly fell victim to An Shelie’s secret technique, becoming rigid for one-thousandth of a moment. ṟ�

And when he raised his head.

He was startled to see a huge crimson arc blade, billowing with fire and smoke, appear in An Shelie’s hand.

"Die!" An Shelie sneered, spreading her fingers and swiping forward.

A huge dragon phantom faintly appeared behind her, raising its claw and mirroring An Shelie’s action.

The arc blade swept through the space and fell on Su Heng with lightning speed.

Bang!

A loud explosion.

The upper half of Su Heng’s clothes were shredded to pieces.

His strong and exaggerated muscles, like a bronze statue, were exposed in the chilly moonlight, while a red mark appeared on his chest. Though the red mark healed and vanished within a breath, the fleeting sting was still registered in his consciousness, exciting him even more!

"No wonder you were a figure who fought over the world with the Great Ancestor a thousand years ago. Indeed, your reputation is well deserved!" Su Heng laughed heartily, his voice booming like thunder, "But unfortunately, it’s not nearly enough. If your true form had executed the technique, perhaps it could have caused me some damage."

"Is that so? I advise you not to be too pleased too soon, young man," An Shelie said with a cold laugh.

"Flame Hundred Flashes!"

Bang!

An Shelie spread her fingers and raised them.

Then she fiercely clenched them into a fist.

At the same moment, hundreds of crimson arc blades appeared behind her, swirling like over a dozen dragon claws dancing in a storm, enveloping Su Heng. The energy-formed arc blades clashed with Su Heng’s flesh and blood body, yet the sound produced was like rapid hammering on iron.

The dense smoke from the spreading force concealed Su Heng, but his indifferent voice came through it.

"I said before, you’re not up to it now."

"Another thousand times, ten thousand times, the result would be the same."

Boom!

Amidst the forceful smoke.

Su Heng frowned slightly and pointed a finger forward.

The Secret Technique Red Sun Seeking was activated, and an overwhelming force formed a crimson pillar of fire shooting skyward. Simultaneously, Su Heng’s body swelled, his skin grew dark and bulged, forming a fierce and pitch-black armor.

Bang!

The air beneath his feet exploded violently.

Standing firm against An Shelie’s barrage of attacks, he rushed forward and stretched out his hand to viciously grasp at his opponent’s face.

An Shelie watched the enormous pitch-black hand growing rapidly in front of her eyes.

A myriad of thoughts flashed through her mind.

Bound by An Ran’s dragon blood concentration and strength, and given that only part of An Shelie’s spirit was inhabiting An Ran, the power she could exert in this incarnation was less than one percent of her peak.

Counting on this little power to defeat Su Heng was indeed an unlikely possibility.

"I need to figure out a way to break the tomb seal and allow my true form to descend," An Shelie thought, quickly devising her next move.

She activated her Super Sensory State, and the flow of time instantly slowed down.

In An Shelie’s vision, Su Heng’s burly figure seemed like a statue.

His power was rotating rapidly, ready to use a secret technique to whisk himself away from the battlefield. Suddenly, from the corner of her eye, An Shelie spotted a cold smile slowly creeping across Su Heng’s mouth. Her brow furrowed violently, and a sense of dread surged within her.

Hisss!

A tremendous suction force pulled at the air, forming a vortex in Su Heng’s hand.

An Shelie’s form abruptly stuttered, and her Super Sensory State was brutally disrupted by the fierce onslaught of power.

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Before he could react.

A large hand had already grasped An Shelie firmly, as if clutching a toy.

Crack!

Su Heng’s arm swelled with engorged blood, with dense smoke spewing out of the gaps in his armor.

His gigantic fingers, thick as copper pillars, suddenly clenched hard. An Shelie’s eyes bulged out, bloodshot, and his bones made a series of dense cracking sounds. In just an instant, an unknown number of bones were broken. No matter how much he struggled, he couldn’t move.

Hiss!

Because he still needed to keep An Ran alive to open the tomb.

After seizing An Shelie, Su Heng did not kill him but instead smashed him violently towards the ground.

With the tyrannical strength of a raging dragon coursing through him, An Ran’s body rubbed violently against the air, her clothes ignited, and her fair skin showed terrifying black burn marks. Upon closer inspection, one could even faintly smell the unique aroma of charred meat in the air.

Boom!

The ground caved in, blasting a hole.

Arranged alongside the hole created earlier during the fight with Xie Linyuan, they were akin to the Earth and its moon, even possessing a unique, violent aesthetic.

Bang!

Su Heng landed heavily on the ground.

The tattered cloth ties at his waist fluttered in the wind, flying backwards.

He walked forward step by step, his towering figure gradually becoming dark and solid amidst the thick smoke.

Whoosh!

He reached out and grabbed forward.

Under the force of gravity, An Ran, utterly incapacitated, was held in Su Heng’s grasp like a battered toy.

At that moment, she was bathed in blood, her injuries horrific beyond belief. Blood-soaked crimson muscles were exposed, with burn scabs from high friction temperatures clinging to them. Her golden pupils too were filled with blood, fresh blood constantly seeping out.

All over her body, bones had shattered in the recent collision, the girl’s wrists and ankles twisted at unnatural angles.

Yet, having sustained such severe injuries, An Shelie was laughing heartily.

His facial expression grew increasingly frenzied, excited.

"What was that move just now, young man!" An Shelie laughed heartily, "Not bad, with a guy like you, it seems I don’t have to worry about the world being too boring after I wake up!"

"You’re just a failure, a wandering soul that has roamed for a thousand years."

Su Heng spoke with a hoarse voice.

His fingers tightened.

An Ran’s cervical bones made a grating noise, and An Shelie suddenly couldn’t make a sound.

But the smile on her face remained, her mouth twisted into a frightful arc.

"I’m not interested in hearing a failure bark madly in front of me. Get out of this girl’s body." Su Heng growled softly.

"What if I don’t?" gasped An Shelie, a painful wheezing coming from his lungs, "You’re not my descendant. If you do not have this girl’s help, finding my tomb and solving its mechanisms won’t be easy, right?"

"I don’t care. It just means spending a bit more time." Su Heng shook his head.

It seemed as if he suddenly thought of an interesting idea.

A mischievous smile appeared on his face.

Crack!

Black Demon Patterns, like chains, attached and wound around An Ran’s burnt body, spreading across her entire form. They bound An Shelie’s consciousness to An Ran’s body.

An Shelie watched this scene as if deep in thought.

"Interesting, a secret technique capable of binding the spirit," An Shelie began to laugh, "But what’s the use? These spirits mean nothing to me."

"Perhaps…" Su Heng chuckled twice, calmly stating, "I don’t care whether you get hurt or not, but since it’s your incarnation, whatever sensations occur in this body should also be felt by your true self. I am rather curious to know what kind of sensation it would be for the mighty Eight-Armed Dragon King to be thrown into a furnace."

An Shelie’s face, wildly sinister, suddenly stiffened.

"Clever boy," he spoke with a sinister tone, "I’m at a disadvantage this time, but it’s not over yet. When I awake from the tomb and return to my peak... haha, remember the words you said today." An Shelie didn’t finish his sentence, leaving only a cold laugh echoing over the square.

Then he fled from An Ran’s body as if escaping.

Bang!

Su Heng relaxed his fingers.

An Ran instantly fell, collapsing weakly onto the ground.

Su Heng touched his chin, pondering over the severity of An Ran’s injuries and how to heal her. Suddenly, a pained gasp escaped from the girl’s mouth and nose as she reopened her eyes, her previously mad gaze replaced by the clear and weary eyes of a doe.

Immediately after, a rapid succession of bone movements sounded from An Ran’s body.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

A surprised look emerged on Su Heng’s face.

An Ran’s muscles contracted, and her broken bones were swiftly pulled back into place, fixed and healed. The horrific burns on her skin visibly scabbed over and peeled away, revealing the smooth, tender, eggshell-white skin beneath.

In just a few breaths’ time, An Ran’s injuries had mostly healed.

"This is the power of Dragon Blood, such a formidable self-healing ability," Su Heng’s pupils slightly constricted, thinking to himself, "Just the lineal descendant with dense blood heritage can achieve this with Dragon Blood. How powerful must An Shelie’s true body be as its source."

With that thought in mind,

Su Heng became even more expectant of An Shelie and the Dragon Blood within him.