Global Distortion: The Mutation Frenzy of Billions of Lives

Chapter 6: Ruthless Fighting Machine

alley.

The wight whimpered.

The sharp teeth are uneven, and brown mucus flows from the gaps.

The monster with an extremely distorted face widened its bloodshot scarlet eyes, looking for prey.

Bang.

Yang Feng landed on his feet with his knees slightly bent.

His body was trembling slightly, and those cells that still belonged to humans instinctively felt fear, trembling and trembling.

"oh?"

"Is my body scared?"

Yang Feng raised his hand slightly, but his face showed an even more excited expression.

Natural enemy! !

The chicks hide in their nests and are born with fear when they see the eagle soaring in the sky.

A spider emerges from its mother's body. Without guidance from its own kind, it is born to weave webs to hunt for food.

This is the instinct of living things...

From the moment you see your natural enemy, the instinct hidden deep in your body will immediately make you fear and order you to run away.

"escape?"

"That's what makes it interesting."

"Walking on the sharp wire rope, dancing on the tip of the knife."

"I want to feel the pleasant killing between life and death!!"

The cells in Yang Feng's body quickly turned into excitement while trembling with extreme fear, as if they were being roasted by flames, and a wave of power arose.

【Ghost Face】---Multi-dimensional information analysis.

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

Yang Feng laughed wildly and opened his hands.

He could feel the subtle vibrations of the air with his fingertips, and felt the transmission of sound through touch, thus unfolding the information like a holographic image.

The sound vibrates.

Pictures of light and shadow flicker.

Every scent molecule is so alive.

1, 2, 3, 4... There are seven rotten corpses near the alley, and all the details are fully reflected in my mind.

Coming.

They are coming.

The first carrion that approached him came from the diagonal angle behind him.

"It distorts the folds of the face."

"The bright red liquid on its long, sharp nails."

"The secretions flowing out from between its teeth, and the remaining shreds of flesh..."

Even if Yang Feng didn't turn his head, he could still perceive all its details with the multi-dimensional information coming from the ghost face.

Wrist, elbow, and armpit tendons.

Ankles, knee joints, and big tendons of the legs.

Neck, spine, weak points on the back of the head, temples.

Yang Feng suddenly lowered his body and perfectly dodged the swing of the black claws, without any flaws.

Click.

The sound of broken porcelain pieces was heard from the body of the rotting corpse. The arm that was attacked fell down weakly, and the entire shoulder joint was actually removed.

Killing skills.

In the ten years of the end of the world, he has been fighting endlessly on the verge of death, and has developed extremely superb fighting skills. Even if his physical body is not highly strengthened, he is still a perfect killing machine! !

Click.

The next moment.

The wight's neck was broken.

Its entire body seemed to have lost its support and fell limply to the ground, being killed easily.

"I feel a little bit better."

"My body is warming up."

“There shouldn’t be any mistakes, there shouldn’t be any damage, every detail is handled perfectly.”

Yang Feng's cheeks, which seemed as dark as ink and as smooth as a mirror, could actually show a kind of fervent and restless madness.

excited.

Every cell is roaring.

The feeling of killing on the tip of the knife is so wonderful.

"More."

“Come and let me feel more!!”

Yang Feng faced several rotting corpses at the same time. The sound of fighting attracted more monsters, which rushed towards him at the same time.

Waltz.

Yang Feng seemed to be dancing.

The steps under his feet were strange, and every time his body evaded, he could dodge the most deadly attacks.

His counterattacks are so clean and vicious, attacking only the most vulnerable point of the enemy, and often killing him with one blow.

Plop.

Plop, plop, plop.

One after another, rotten corpses fell to the ground.

Some had their necks broken, some had their temples smashed with thumbs, some had their arms and elbows removed, and their spines were stepped on violently with the soles of their feet...

Phew~~

Suck~~

Yang Feng breathed out.

The air in his lungs seemed to be burning, and his heart was beating wildly during strenuous exercise, as if a stay-at-home guy suddenly wanted to run a marathon.

"Just because of this, won't your body be fine?"

The corners of Yang Feng's mouth raised slightly, a gap opened in his exaggerated mouth, and his sticky tongue licked the sweat on his face.

"The human body is amazing."

“Keep squeezing, keep squeezing, and there will always be potential that will be tapped.”

Yang Feng did not stop fighting, but continued to fight with the surrounding corpses, completely squeezing out the remaining potential value of his body! !

Soon after.

The alleyways were filled with the remains of wights.

Yang Feng's ghost face had a cracked mouth, and he was panting heavily. His whole body exuded a sense of pain from overexertion, and the surface of his skin was covered with a layer of fine sweat.

Enjoyable! !

This battle is really exciting.

Before he completely exhausted his energy, he actually killed more than forty rotten corpses, almost filling the alley with their staggering movements.

It’s harvest time.

Taking advantage of the fact that no other monsters were attacking for the time being, he took out the boning knife he had prepared in advance.

puff.

The fatal hole on the back of the head was gently gouged out, and a moist sarcoma was dug out. It looked like a beating little heart, and it still had a hint of warmth in the palm of the hand.

[Corpse Tumor]

After the death of a monster, there is a probability that a substance called corpse tumor will form.

It is a polymer of [spiritual sand and gravel], which will gather in the most important part of the body after the death of the host. Generally speaking, the monster will form it at the back of the neck.

One in ten.

Ordinary rotten corpses have only about a one in ten chance of producing corpse tumors.

After the outbreak of the apocalyptic disaster, after a series of evolutions, corpse tumors that can enhance the strength of the evolvers have almost become a hard currency.

Soon.

Yang Feng had 8 more corpse tumors in his hand.

He was very lucky, perhaps because the apocalypse had just begun, and the harvest was far more than the average.

"Exhausted."

"I should go back too."

Yang Feng packed the corpse tumor, then took another look at the rotten corpses gradually pouring in from the alley, retracted his gaze and climbed to the air conditioner outside the second floor, and returned to the corridor of the apartment through the window.

Remove the ghost face state.

The first hunt was quite successful, which made him look satisfied.

Yang Feng vaguely remembered that when he faced the apocalypse in his previous life, he was so cowardly that he didn't even dare to walk out of the door.

The first corpse was killed a week after the disaster broke out... I shed tears of humiliation and fear, and smashed the first monster to death with an iron rod on the verge of collapse and despair.

This life is different.

Yang Feng is the returning king of killing, and he starts with a king bomb! !

"Help!"

"Come and help, come and help!"

"We can't hold on here, two more people!"

At this time... a cry for help came from the safety passage on the second floor.

The door of the apartment was locked, but monsters still broke through the roadblocks and rushed from the safety passage of the side door.

Some people asked for help in despair.

Some people were dragged to the bottom of the stairs by the corpse.

A man rushed up with a kitchen knife and chopped.

Some people moved out more heavy home appliance cabinets and completely blocked the safety passage.

But more people cried and trembled in fear, and fled and hid in their own apartment huts.