Chapter 2212 - 1924: Instant Kill

Chapter 2212: Chapter 1924: Instant Kill

Seeing that Song Yun was grabbing for his left arm relying purely on brute fleshly strength, Shen Kunpeng’s face was full of disdain, the look in his eyes like he was watching an idiot.

He condensed his True Qi into his left arm, ignored Song Yun’s attack, and raised his right hand to strike toward Song Yun’s right chest.

He didn’t target Song Yun’s heart, because he wanted to keep Song Yun alive and slowly torture him.

However, the moment Song Yun’s claw locked onto his arm, he finally realized that things weren’t quite like he’d imagined.

He had gathered True Qi to defend his right arm, yet it was torn open by Song Yun without the slightest resistance.

Song Yun’s five fingers clamped tightly into his arm, the sheer force so great it was simply unimaginable.

Even so, Shen Kunpeng still didn’t take it too seriously.

Because at the same time, the palm he’d infused with True Qi slammed into Song Yun’s right chest.

With that palm, Song Yun would be blasted away; no matter how strong that claw was, it would end up meaningless.

Bang—boom.

A thunderous boom exploded, a powerful gust sweeping out as violent True Qi turbulence spun like countless flying blades, carving cracks into the ground and walls around them.

Yet Song Yun still stood there like a pillar, only the skin on his chest torn open, without suffering any substantial damage.

"How... how is that possible?"

Shen Kunpeng’s eyes went wide, unable to believe what he was seeing. How could Song Yun, relying on his flesh alone, withstand his strike?

All of this felt unreal.

Crack.

At that moment, the sound of bone fracturing rang out. Song Yun’s five fingers dug directly into Shen Kunpeng’s bones, leaving five bloody holes in his arm.

"Ah!"

Shen Kunpeng let out a miserable scream, hurriedly lifting his hand to launch another palm at Song Yun.

This time, he went straight for Song Yun’s heart. He wanted to kill Song Yun.

But before he could fully extend his arm—

With a wet tearing sound, Song Yun, fingers hooked into the bones of his left arm, yanked backward with brute force and tore his arm clean off.

Blood sprayed everywhere. Under the agony, Shen Kunpeng’s strength weakened, his True Qi scattered, and the palm aimed at Song Yun’s heart went off course, landing on his abdomen instead.

His attack was even more pathetic than before, only shredding Song Yun’s clothes without even breaking the skin.

By contrast, Song Yun had ripped off his arm using nothing but physical strength.

His left arm now had only a jagged stump left, exposed bone drenched in blood, with blood gushing down in a torrent.

The sight left everyone dumbstruck.

Song Yun’s power was far beyond what anyone had expected.

"Ah!"

Shen Kunpeng let out a howl of pain, hastily tapping several acupoints on his left shoulder. Only then did the torrent of blood finally stop.

Looking at the empty space where his left arm had been, his eyes bulged, his body trembling.

"Song Yun, I’m going to kill you!"

He glared at Song Yun, his entire being radiating insane killing intent. Blood veins crawled over his eyeballs as a strange demonic aura surged toward Song Yun.

Song Yun’s brows lifted slightly as he said in a low voice, "Looks like you absorbed the妖气 from the Daxia Ruins—that’s why you turned into this."

"妖气?"

Confusion flashed in Shen Kunpeng’s eyes, then he understood: what Song Yun called 妖气 should be those dark red wisps.

Seeing Shen Kunpeng’s twisted, feral appearance, Song Yun immediately knew that Shen Kunpeng did not have his kind of special physique that could transform 妖气 into pure Spiritual Energy and then absorb it.

For Shen Kunpeng, rather than saying he absorbed 妖气, it was more accurate to say he’d been infected and mutated by it.

Song Yun shook his head. "Shen Kunpeng, you’ve been infected by 妖气. You’re no longer human now—you’re a monster."

"No, I’m not a monster!"

Shen Kunpeng was aware of his own changes, but he refused to admit it.

He charged at Song Yun, roaring, "Give me back my arm!"

"That arm is payback for Juan Mao."

Song Yun tossed the severed arm to the ground, strode straight into Shen Kunpeng’s attack, completely ignoring it, and seized Shen Kunpeng’s right arm.

His five fingers dug once more into the bones of Shen Kunpeng’s arm.

"No..."

Panic flooded Shen Kunpeng’s face; he knew exactly what was about to happen.

Song Yun gave a hard pull, tearing off Shen Kunpeng’s right arm as well, flinging it to the ground as he said in a deep voice, "This arm is payback for Master Bei."

"Ah!"

Shen Kunpeng screamed in agony, stumbling backward, his deathly pale face becoming even more contorted. Fear surfaced in his eyes, mixed with a hint of feral rage.

"How can this be? I’ve already advanced to the SSS-level peak—why am I still no match for you?!"

"It’s not fair, this isn’t fair."

Shen Kunpeng shrieked like a madman and lunged at Song Yun.

With no hands left, he used his legs to attack Song Yun.

Song Yun’s right hand formed a knife-hand, and he swung it down at the root of Shen Kunpeng’s thigh. With a swift slice, he easily cut off Shen Kunpeng’s leg.

A jet of blood shot out from the root of Shen Kunpeng’s right thigh. The leg he’d kicked at Song Yun, driven by inertia, flew far off into the distance.

The scene was utterly terrifying.

Everyone clicked their tongues; Song Yun’s methods against his enemies were savagely brutal.

But Shen Kunpeng’s fate was nothing more than he deserved.

"This leg is payback for Little Sword God."

Song Yun’s tone was calm, as if severing a man’s limbs had nothing to do with him.

"Ah!"

Shen Kunpeng’s body crashed to the ground as he let out a howl of pain.

He had already been on the verge of losing his mind, but under the acute agony, his head instead cleared, the 妖气 failing to erode his brain.

"I won’t let you die that easily."

Song Yun rapidly tapped several acupoints on Shen Kunpeng’s body to stop the bleeding, then his gaze shifted to Shen Kunpeng’s nose as he said, "Your nose will be for avenging Lin Jun."