Chapter 1 The Beginning

Zou Zhengze's chest skin slowly revealed two faces, a man and a woman, belonging to Zeng Weiming and Wang Fangni.

The two human faces opened their dull eyes, their expressions sometimes happy, sometimes sad, sometimes angry, sometimes resentful, muttering indistinctly, "Come, come, come..."

Hearing the call, the souls of the residents floating in the air looked even more serene and peaceful, as if they had heard sacred and pure gospel, and involuntarily flew towards Zou Zhengze.

"Boom!"

The disk-shaped explosive package fired from the conscience cannon drew an arc in the air, rotating and flying towards Zou Zhengze.

However, before it could get close, the package filled with explosive ordnance was struck by lightning from the dark clouds, and exploded violently.

The shock wave caused by the explosion tore a gap in the swirling vortex of demonic energy. Li Ang, standing on the top floor of the rooftop in the distance, leaned forward, his body almost at a forty-five-degree angle to the ground, sprinting like a cheetah.

Boots kicked up dust, the wind whipped up the hood, adrenaline surged instantly, prompting the liver and muscles to release sugar into the blood, providing the tendons with volcanic lava-like energy.

The scorching body seemed to be burning. Li Ang stepped on the edge of the rooftop, like a lone sail in a storm, wrapped in the surging wind, leaping into the air.

His back was shrouded in the vast moonlight. Li Ang, still in the air, flipped his hand and took out a rifle, strafing towards the demon.

The gunshots crackled like firecrackers, and the flames blooming from the muzzle dispelled the night. The bullets with cross-shaped grooves engraved at the tip spun forward, drilling into the only gap in the vortex of demonic energy.

The hot bullets struck the demon's huge body, tearing skin, shaking muscles, and splashing blood, like a torrential rain ravaging a pond, stirring up heavy ripples.

Half a magazine of bullets emptied, and Li Ang landed, heavily stomping on another rooftop terrace.

Since it was a charge, there could be no pause.

Li Ang ran wildly, his finger still on the trigger, his shoulder being hit back and forth by the recoil of the gun, but he remained unyielding.

Zou Zhengze's body was inlaid with metal shrapnel, shimmering in the moonlight. The seemingly terrifying and tragic injuries only made him feel a little annoyed.

"Sigh."

The demon, whose stoutness was unlike a human form, frowned and sighed softly, seemingly pitying Li Ang's overestimation of his abilities. The flesh at the wound squirmed wantonly, expanding like fermenting dough, squeezing out all the shrapnel, which clattered to the ground.

Zou Zhengze guided the souls of the residents slowly towards him with one hand, while bending down with the other fan-like red palm and pressing it on the rooftop floor.

His fingertips pierced into the ground without any hindrance. With a muffled sound, Zou Zhengze easily lifted a large piece of reinforced concrete with one hand, and threw it at Li Ang like a discus.

The concrete block rotated and flew towards him, seemingly slow but actually fast. Li Ang, still in a charging posture, put away the rifle with the empty magazine, increased his running speed again, and leaned back, letting his back slide against the ground.

Rough pebbles rubbed against his spine, but Li Ang remained expressionless. Until his feet stomped on the stone guardrail at the bottom of the rooftop edge, he slammed one hand on the ground, pushing himself into the air like a pole vault.

His body rotated, his vision swayed, and the feeling of weightlessness stimulated his vestibular organs. His feet landed squarely on the reinforced concrete block thrown by Zou Zhengze.

Stomp—

Using the concrete block as a stepping stone, and then with the huge reaction force, Li Ang changed direction again, drawing a Z-shaped trajectory in the air, and crashed straight towards Zou Zhengze like a falling meteor.

"Flashy, just a juggling act!"

The demon laughed wildly, his ugly face full of violence.

He punched, his bone-spurred arm like a cannonball, from bottom to top, welcoming the falling Li Ang.

Seeing that he was about to be pierced into a kebab by the jagged bone spurs, Li Ang remained calm. He took out the xiàndànqiang from the backpack bar, pressed the gun handle against his chest, and pulled the trigger towards the sky.

The huge recoil changed the landing point again. Li Ang narrowly brushed past the bone spurs on Zou Zhengze's arm and landed on the ground. Before he could stand firm, Zou Zhengze had already smashed down with a heavy punch.

This smash was truly like a mountain collapsing and a huge wave collapsing.

Unable to dodge, Li Ang bent down and punched the concrete ground of the top floor terrace.

The rooftop, which had already been opened by Zou Zhengze, was already on the verge of collapsing. Under Li Ang's punch full of ripple energy, the cracks spread across the rooftop floor instantly widened, and the entire top floor rooftop collapsed.

Zou Zhengze only felt a sudden loss of balance on his feet, and the whole person slid down in the direction of the rooftop collapse, falling into the corridor of the building.

The heavy punch that should have crushed Li Ang into minced meat also slanted and fell to the side, smashing a hole in the stone wall of the corridor.

Dust filled the air, obscuring vision. Li Ang, holding the bishou in reverse, silently crept up and stabbed Zou Zhengze in the chest with a knife.

Ding—

The bishou stabbed the center of the palm, making a crisp sound of metal clashing. Li Ang's tiger's mouth shook violently, and his entire arm was faintly numb.

The red and black runes on Zou Zhengze's body were twisting and circling like tadpoles. His already tall body grew taller again, and his skin shimmered with a molten iron-like red luster.

Unable to break through the defense, not even piercing the skin, the powerful body given by the Yin-Yang two-pole magic allowed Zou Zhengze to ignore this level of attack.

"Weak and powerless."

The demon gave a indifferent comment. His figure seemed to flicker, and his stout thighs, comparable to an African elephant, had quietly lifted at some point, and a knee strike slammed into Li Ang's chest.

Crack————

The bulletproof steel plate of the cqb tactical body armor shattered directly into pieces, scattered and swirled, deeply chiseled into the concrete wall of the narrow corridor.

Even with ripple energy protecting his body, Li Ang still felt his chest numb, completely losing consciousness, and the whole person flew backwards involuntarily, his back slammed heavily against the wall at the corner of the corridor.

Boom.

The ceramic tiles on the wall shattered like a spider web, showing a human-shaped depression. If you stood outside the building, you could clearly see a "swelling" bulging on the outer wall.

The reason why the system gave a 72-hour task time limit was actually to imply that he could follow behind the police and cooperate with the authorities.

Using the power of the state machine, he could continue to pursue Zou Zhengze within three days and find a chance to kill him, instead of rushing up to fight head-on like now.

The opponent has meat and output, can't resist it.

Dong, dong, dong.

The demon's stout and huge body began a barbaric charge in the narrow corridor. The ground was shaking, and anything blocking the way—whether it was rubble, tables, chairs, or even walls—was all smashed to pieces by him.

Li Ang barely stood up, saw the two human faces on Zou Zhengze's chest, still muttering indistinctly.

As the demon ran faster and faster, the eyes of the two human faces became clearer, their expressions became more resentful, and their voices became louder.

"Come, come, come..."

The human faces opened their eyes wide, roaring resentfully, as if calling Li Ang to give up resistance, embrace fate, and actively merge with Zou Zhengze.