Chapter 85: A Heart for a Heart

Chapter 85: Chapter 85: A Heart for a Heart

Heavy. Unimaginably heavy.

Fang Can felt as if every cell in his body had been shackled in steel, his entire frame instantly becoming over a hundred times heavier.

His original weight of 80 kg skyrocketed, swelling to a staggering 8 tons under the pressure of the gravity Magic. The immense force tore relentlessly at his cells and muscles.

BOOM!

His weight alone was enough to crack the concrete beneath him, his bare feet stamping a clear imprint into the surface.

Ever since returning to this world, Fang Can hadn’t used this Secret Technique. He had been cultivating his body and spirit, focusing on researching and developing his own flesh and blood.

But seeing the Ninja explode into a shower of blood under his fist...

And the pack of Reincarnators swarming him like hyenas from all sides...

Faced with a life-or-death crisis, a savage, frenzied killing intent erupted from within him, surging forth uncontrollably under the influence of the Evil Tiger Devouring Body.

’So, let the killing begin!’

He would no longer suppress his murderous intent, no longer hold back with gentleness and restraint.

Instead, he would submit to the bloodlust of the Evil Tiger Devouring Body, crushing everything before him with overwhelming brute force and paving his path forward with the blood of his enemies.

Though it was only for an instant, the attacking crowd felt the danger emanating from the man before them multiply several times over.

They were past the point of no return and couldn’t afford a moment’s hesitation.

A massive, ape-like fist, as large as a normal person’s head, smashed toward Fang Can’s forehead.

Immediately after, the cold glint of a red-tasseled spear tore through the air, aimed at Fang Can’s chest.

From the shadows, a dagger shimmering with a sinister light stabbed toward the back of Fang Can’s head.

Too many people wanted to ambush Fang Can at that moment; even in a brawl, there’s a pecking order.

And this fist, spear, and dagger were the first to pose a direct threat to his life.

Without thinking, guided by pure instinct, Fang Can’s right arm—now weighing half a ton—swung out to meet the incoming ape-like fist.

BOOM!

It was as if a missile had detonated on the surface of their fists.

Stones flew as Fang Can was driven into the ground up to his knees.

A visible shockwave radiated outward, bringing with it a howling gale that shattered every window within dozens of meters.

The man who threw the punch let out a muffled grunt, feeling his right arm explode as his body was sent flying backward.

A shard of bone from his forearm had pierced through his flesh, exposed to the air.

Seeing his companion sent flying, the spear wielder didn’t retreat. Instead, he advanced, thrusting his weapon forward with even greater speed.

PFFT!

A grating sensation, like piercing through a steel alloy, traveled up the spear shaft. He was overjoyed—it meant he had hit his mark.

In the shared vision of the surrounding Reincarnators, provided by the White Eye, Fang Can’s chest had been completely run through. The spear tip had pierced his steadily beating heart and emerged from his back.

’We did it!’

Ecstasy surged through everyone’s heart.

But then they saw Fang Can’s free left hand clamped around the head of a short, thin man.

It dawned on them: the young man hadn’t blocked the spear because his left hand had been busy stopping the poisoned dagger aimed at the back of his head.

But it didn’t matter. Since Fang Can’s heart was already pierced, it meant—

"Holy shit!"

A sense of horror washed over everyone as they watched Fang Can casually squeeze with the left hand that was gripping the man’s head.

As if crushing a block of soft tofu, a large splatter of pinkish, pulpy fluid burst out.

The sticky, gooey liquid splashed onto everyone’s faces. Before they could even react, Fang Can’s crouched form vanished.

Yes, vanished.

Like a bolt of lightning. Despite being under the effect of a Slow spell and various other Magic—and with his heart pierced—Fang Can’s body showed no signs of sluggishness as he leaped up in an instant.

In the vision of the white-clothed spearman, a fair, slender palm grew larger and larger before his eyes.

Through the vision of the White Eye, everyone could see it clearly.

Fang Can’s free right hand pressed against the white-clothed man’s chest, ramming him toward the buildings on the side of the street.

CRASH—CRASH—CRASH—

Like a runaway train, not even the concrete walls of the buildings could withstand the impact of Fang Can’s flesh-and-blood assault.

Only after smashing through two buildings in a row did Fang Can’s momentum finally cease.

In front of a thick, load-bearing wall, Fang Can pulled his right arm from the web of cracks he had created.

In the palm of his right hand, he held a faintly beating heart—the heart of the man in white.

As for the man’s body, it had been obliterated into nothingness by the terrifying impact.

"Cough, cough! A heart for a heart. I’d say we’re even now."

With a slightly weak-sounding cough, Fang Can crushed the heart in his hand.

He glanced at the spear still lodged in his chest.

Using the White Eye’s perspective, the dozen or so people remaining watched through the thick dust as Fang Can reached up and slowly pulled the spear out of his chest.

As the red-tasseled spear was yanked out, not a single drop of blood flowed from the gaping hole that went straight through his chest. His extreme healing ability had already staunched the bleeding in a mere instant.

"Damn it, is he completely unfazed?"

"Why does he seem even faster after we hit him with a Slow spell?"

"His heart was pierced! Why isn’t he dead?!"

Some retreated in fear, others trembled where they stood, but there were still those who chose to fight on.

"Don’t be afraid, everyone! His heart has been destroyed! He’s just running on fumes! If we all attack together, we can definitely wear him down!"

The shout was met with bitter smiles in everyone’s minds.

Because even if Fang Can was just experiencing a final burst of life, it was hard to say just how many of them he’d take with him before he finally died.

Gently wiping a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth, Fang Can stared at the dozen or so remaining people with crimson eyes and a bloodthirsty smile.

"Don’t even think about running. I have you all surrounded."

"You have absolutely no escape in this city. Your only chance is to kill me right here, right now."

"So, for the next few minutes... please, show me what you’ve got."

None of the Reincarnators replied. Any lapse in concentration would be a fatal opening.

Loosening his body slightly, Fang Can muttered to himself, "Mhm, I’ve just about gotten used to the extra weight. Time to start the slaughter."

As he spoke, Fang Can bent his waist slightly, squatted, and lifted his head, assuming a charging stance. His gaze remained locked on the dozen or so people before him.

At this moment, Fang Can’s slender frame had transformed into a titanic beast.

On this planet with its realistic physics engine, the hundredfold increase in weight meant he no longer had to worry about running so fast he’d fly off the ground.

With his already excessive speed, he could now run with even more freedom.

A quick speed check showed his velocity had successfully increased from 50 m/s to 60 m/s. What a joyous occasion!

The Fang Can of this moment was a terrifying vehicle weighing 8 tons and capable of moving at 60 meters per second.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

With each step, he pulverized the ground beneath his feet, charging at the group like a locomotive.

SPLAT!

Almost instantly, a Reincarnator who failed to dodge in time was reduced to a burst of bloody pulp.

With that, Fang Can had successfully plunged into the midst of the Reincarnators.