Chapter 91: Grand Premiere of the Horror Movie "Half-Man

Chapter 91: Chapter 91: Grand Premiere of the Horror Movie "Half-Man

BOOM!

An earth-shattering boom echoed.

Under Fang Can’s mighty stomp, Dali Wang’s entire body was buried deep in the earth, sunk a full three meters into the ground.

"Heheheh!"

High in the air, Fang Can’s upper body burst into wild laughter.

His legs stood firm on the ground like pillars holding up the heavens. His small intestine, once coiled and winding, had stretched out completely, supporting his upper body from below like an extension of his spine.

Supported by his small intestine, Fang Can’s upper body hovered steadily five or six meters off the ground.

"How does it feel? My split-body attack."

"If it weren’t for your combined assault, I never would have realized my body had so much untapped potential."

As he spoke, Fang Can’s upper body slowly descended, leaning in to look at the terrified Dali Wang.

The sight was like a scene from a nightmare—a floating torso—and despite the bright, sunny day, a chill crept down everyone’s spines.

The hearts of all the Reincarnators hammered wildly. In that instant, a single thought solidified in their minds: ’There’s no way we can beat this guy.’

Even Dali Wang was scared to death, bitterly regretting ever provoking this... thing. This wasn’t something a human being could do.

Who had ever seen someone survive getting shot in the brain, having their guts turned into a spinning wheel, and their heart pierced through?

’I have to run. I have to get out of here.’

It wasn’t just Dali Wang. The other Reincarnators were already quietly backing away, preparing to flee this slaughterhouse.

After all, it was obvious that Fang Can had the overwhelming advantage. They had already tried everything in their arsenal and still couldn’t take him down.

If they delayed any longer, they’d be next after Fang Can finished with Dali Wang.

Running gave them a chance to live. Staying meant certain death.

In an instant, the Reincarnators who had been watching from the sidelines scattered and fled. They ran with all their might, using every last ounce of strength, desperate to get away from this demon.

At this, Fang Can turned his head, a contemptuous smile spreading across his face as he watched the fleeing Reincarnators. "Trying to run? You think you can escape?"

As he spoke, Fang Can looked down at his lower body and commanded, "Go kill them all. Don’t let a single one get away. I’ll handle Dali Wang."

But his legs didn’t move an inch.

"Almost forgot. My lower body can’t see," Fang Can realized with a start. ’It’s not like it has eyes.’

Its previous coordination with his upper body had been purely based on muscle memory and instinct. That was fine for simple combat, but tracking wasn’t possible.

However, the solution to this problem was also very simple. Since his lower body had no eyes, he just had to install one.

The Uchiha can plug and play with their eyes, so there was no reason Fang Can couldn’t do the same with his own.

He casually plucked out his left eye. As a section of his small intestine extended toward him from his lower body, he attached the eye to it.

As soon as Fang Can attached the left eye, his lower body—now able to see—didn’t hesitate for a second. It took off at a run, heading in the direction one of the Reincarnators had fled.

Watching his lower half sprint away, Fang Can turned his torso back around. A savage grin spread across his face. "Now it’s just the 1.5 of us. Remember what I said about our fight? I’m going to beat you to death with my bare hands!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Can used his hands as feet, scuttling toward Dali Wang like a Geodude.

The scene that followed was the brutal slaughter of Dali Wang.

...

Meanwhile, on the other side of Z City, chaos had erupted.

Without Fang Can to protect it, thugs had begun to run rampant, destroying the city.

Countless skyscrapers were engulfed in flames. A gas station was blown apart by a tank shell from hundreds of meters away, and office buildings were reduced to rubble.

Ordinary people who had been hiding were dragged out one by one, tortured to death amidst screams of agony.

And on a highway, a different scene was unfolding.

A group of thugs surrounded a curvy woman, letting out lecherous snickers.

They’d been locked up in prison for so long. It was finally time to have some fun.

Staring at the woman before them, who was gorgeous in both face and figure, they planned to go at it at least a hundred times.

"Please, I’m begging you, let me go," the young woman pleaded, collapsing to her knees in terror. But her pleas only elicited even more arrogant laughter from the men.

VROOOM! VROOOM! VROOOM!

Just as they were about to make their move, a massive roar echoed from the distance—the sound of a high-horsepower sports car at full throttle.

But mixed in with the sound of the car were other strange, heavy thuds.

In the blink of an eye, a red sports car shot past the thugs and quickly vanished from sight.

The Reincarnator behind the wheel pushed the vehicle to its absolute limit, his eyes filled with nothing but fear. "Faster! Go faster!"

"Damn it! Driving that fast! Watch it!"

The lead thug cursed as he watched the sports car disappear, but then he heard the heavy thuds again from behind him.

It was the sound of something heavy repeatedly slamming into the ground.

Instinctively, they turned to look, only to be met with an absolutely terrifying sight.

In the distance, a pair of fair-skinned legs in baggy, torn pants were running wildly.

From the waist up, there was nothing—no head, no torso, no arms. There was only a pinkish intestine, about two meters long, rising up like a king cobra.

At the tip of the intestine was an embedded, glistening eyeball, which was scanning the surroundings.

With every step the legs took, a deep thud echoed as the asphalt was crushed to dust, leaving distinct footprints in its wake.

"What kind of world am I living in?" one of the thugs couldn’t help but rub his eyes. "So, I’m actually dreaming, right?"

"Yeah, this has to be a dream. A nightmare. How else could we be seeing something like this?"

One of the thugs tried to convince himself, but others had already started to run. Faced with an unknown danger, they couldn’t care less about the woman anymore.

But no matter how fast they ran, they couldn’t escape Fang Can’s attack, because his lower body’s speed was simply astonishing.

It crossed several hundred meters in just seven or eight seconds and continued its pursuit of the sports car without even pausing.

But even though its legs didn’t stop, the small intestine acting as its eyes was far from idle.

In an instant, the intestine transformed into a nimble tentacle and pierced through the hearts of four or five thugs.

One tried to fight back, but the next moment, the intestine wrapped around his neck. He was dragged along the ground, screaming in terror.

The woman could only stare blankly. In a flash, the arrogant thugs who had been tormenting her moments before collapsed lifelessly in pools of blood, while a series of screams echoed from the distance.

A thug with bleached-yellow hair was dragged by the intestine, leaving a long, crimson trail of blood on the ground. His screams grew fainter and fainter until they faded into silence.