Chapter 889 - 725: One Punch Path, I Killed Feng Mu_2

Chapter 889: Chapter 725: One Punch Path, I Killed Feng Mu_2

However, the intention behind a punch may defy science and transcend common sense, but his body, the mortal vessel carrying his will and strength, still must obey the rules of the material world.

The strength of bones, the toughness of muscles, the elasticity of fascia, the conduction speed of nerves, even the rush of blood, the metabolism of cells... all these have physiological limits that mortal beings cannot surpass.

Like at this moment, in the extreme burst lasting just a few seconds, his punching speed has already soared to four times its initial rate.

What a terrifying concept this is!

It means the kinetic energy and impact of his punches have grown exponentially.

How fast is four times the punching speed?

So fast that it has clearly overshadowed Feng Mu’s regular punching speed, so fast that even with Feng Mu activating 1/4 slow motion dynamic vision, the image on the retina is almost a blurred afterimage, forming a destructive blood-red curtain of fists.

Of course, the cost is inevitably brutal and direct.

On Zhang Shenyi’s arms, the lush hair first couldn’t withstand it, instantly combusting into ashes due to the frantic friction with the air.

Next, his skin, like a riverbed cracked from long drought, started to manifest cobweb-like cracks, with knotted dragon-like, highly compressed muscle fibers underneath, resembling springs twisted to their limits and about to snap, revealing lines of broken fractures.

Boiling, energy-infused fresh blood spurts from the cracks, instantly vaporized by the horrific high temperatures, turning into wisps of crimson mist swirling around the fist.

If he continues to accelerate recklessly like this, whether or not he can kill Feng Mu remains unknown, but Zhang Shenyi is certain to first kill himself.

(The body seems to be whining: "Sorry, master, it’s because I adhere too much to science, holding back your punch’s intent~")

(The raging punch’s intent roars: "Weakling body, no more nonsense! Feel the fury, watch me carry you to victory!")

Zhang Shenyi’s entire body emits peculiar explosive sounds, like hot oil splattered with cold water.

More blood vapor evaporates from his pores, becoming so dense it almost envelops his whole body, with the blood-colored phantom growing more solid, like a burning blood-red armor.

His originally bristle-like upright short hair cannot withstand the roasting high temperature from inside out, first singes and then quickly turns to ash, revealing polished shiny scalp.

Paired with two similarly bald eyebrows, he unexpectedly exudes an indescribable... aura of a great bald power.

Zhang Shenyi glaring with his eyebrow-less eyes, the movement of frantically throwing punches suddenly experienced an extremely brief and abrupt pause.

His nostrils exhale two long streams of scorching white air, with his chest previously raised from inhaling, rapidly deflating visibly, as if gathering all remaining breath and strength into the punch he was about to throw... the final punch.

He roars at Feng Mu:

"Take this last punch, die——!!! "

Boom!!!!!!

Feng Mu suddenly tilts his head back, clearly sensing the surrounding air at this moment seems to be given substance, forcibly compressed and solidified.

The overturned sea tides and ravaging typhoons cease flowing, instead transforming into a square, transparent, indestructible prison, totally locking the space around him, like an insect in amber, fiercely restrained in place, unable to move!

In his vision, the thousand punches previously dancing across the sky, in this instant, like rivers converging to the sea, thousands of punches returning to origin, abruptly compressing, condensing, collapsing—finally morphing into a single fist.

A seemingly ordinary fist like the first sight of martial arts—a straight fist.

Indeed, all martial artists in this world, whether incredibly talented or utterly ordinary, didn’t the beginning of martial arts start with a straight punch?

No dazzling light, no intimidating power, so fast it was silent.

However, behind this fist, what Feng Mu saw was a burning meteor falling from the sky, causing space to tremble and distort wherever it passed.

No escape!

No avoiding!

No dodging!

Only... bear it head-on?!!

Thus, Feng Mu stands in place, arms naturally drooping, the surging energy around him instantly calms, seemingly abandoning all resistance.

He raises his head, not showing any fear or despair, instead revealing an ecstatic mad laugh.

"Hahaha——!!! "

The laughter is deafening, filled with inexplicable joy and... admiration?!!!

"Nice punch! I like it very much!"

"Congratulations—you’ve won back your life!"

He laughed loudly, willingly thrusting his face forward into the descending iron fist.

"Pong——!!!!!"

The resounding laughter was devoured by a destructive punch.

The lenses couldn’t hold for even a moment, instantly covered in web-like cracks, shattering into countless tiny fragments.

Immediately after, his entire face—forehead, brow bone, bridge of the nose, cheeks, lips, chin... caved in and deformed deeply as if it were soft dough, losing all shape in an instant.

Then, it silently exploded!

The head burst like a water balloon filled with red paint.

It turned into a dense mist of blood, mixed with bits of white bone and soft tissue, spraying and spreading outwards in a radial pattern.

Finally, the torso and limbs below the neck, as if melted by high heat, like a burning candle, quickly softened, twisted, and dripped, mixing with soil and grass fragments, forming a continuously expanding pool of filth.

"Dead... is it dead?"

Zhang Shenyi widened his eyes, staring unblinkingly at the rapidly dissolving, formless "corpse" in front of him.

The tactile feedback transmitted from the fist was incredibly real and incredibly satisfying—that was the sensation of bones shattering, flesh collapsing, and life utterly extinguishing.

It was no different from the feeling he had received from countless powerful foes he had crushed with these iron fists right before they died!

Not an illusion!

It was undoubtedly real.

So... I really killed him!

Even though Zhang Shenyi had absolute confidence in his "One Punch Martial Arts," at this moment, witnessing Feng Mu turning into blood and pulp under his punch, a strong sense of unreality and absurdity surged in his heart.

It was because the oppressive aura Feng Mu exuded from appearance to death was exceptionally overwhelming, even surpassing the combined oppressive aura of all the formidable foes he had previously defeated.

It wasn’t that Feng Mu’s strength truly equaled the sum of those enemies, but rather, Feng Mu’s mad words and actions, saving only to kill again, and erratic insane behavior intertwined to form a psychological shadow, heavier by tenfold than all the formidable foes put together.

The opponent was even laughing in madness as his dying words...

This was a madman, an unbelievably rare form of madman!

The person may be dead, but the hysterical laughter seemed to linger in his ears, unabated, as if the very air around was infected by madness, leaving a devilish echo that refused to dissipate for days...

Wait a minute!

Zhang Shenyi suddenly felt his heart seize with a powerful jolt, an intense shiver ran through his whole body.

It felt less like a hallucinatory echo and more like... there was really still a sound!!!

"Thump——"

A dull thud echoed abruptly.

It was like a leather drum being struck heavily or the sound of a dead heart beginning to beat anew.

The sound... was coming from within that pool of melting, steaming wax-like corpse!!!

Zhang Shenyi’s eyes widened suddenly, his eyeballs nearly popping out of their sockets as he incredulously stared at the crimson viscous liquid.

Then, a sudden mutation!

The "corpse liquid" seemed to gain life, retracting inward sharply, then expanding rapidly like an over-inflated balloon!

It instantly swelled from a limp surface into a more than two-meter-diameter balloon of flesh and blood, twitching and writhing on the surface as if something was trying to break through.

"Boom——!!!"

There was no time to react, as the swelling bloody balloon exploded with a bang!

No flame, no loud noise, just a pure energy shockwave of terrifying intensity, akin to the light radiation at the core of a nuclear explosion, recklessly spreading outward in a spherical manner.