Chapter 82: Annihilating the Mind
"Who are you?"
The gaunt man in a prison uniform and shackles looked at the four people blocking his path and asked calmly.
The scarred man didn’t answer, instead stating calmly, "Your title is the Mighty King. Three years ago, you flew into a rage and slaughtered over three hundred civilians in a single building."
"You were supposed to receive only a verbal reprimand, but you then struck and killed two superhumans who came to admonish you, committing the grave crime of killing your own kind. For that, you were sentenced to life imprisonment."
"I’m not wrong, am I?"
"Huh? After all that, what exactly are you trying to say?"
The prisoner, or rather, the Mighty King, tilted his head. "Are you trying to show off how good your intelligence network is?"
"If you’re just wasting my time, the moment these shackles come off, you’ll be the first ones I kill."
"Don’t get the wrong idea. We’re only here to ask for a favor," the scarred man said with a smile. "We need your help killing someone."
"Well, you’ve definitely come to the right person," the prisoner said with a smile. "Tell me his name and location. After I kill you all, I’ll grant your wish for free."
"His name is Fang Can," the scarred man said, smiling. "He’s a superhuman who possesses physical, mental, and luck-based abilities."
"A superhuman with luck-based powers?"
The Mighty King frowned. "That’s a bit of a problem. With his luck, in a city this big, there’s no guarantee I’ll even be able to find him. A shame."
"Rest assured, I have something here that you’ll definitely like." The scarred man held out the container filled with the Radiant Golden Liquid.
"This is a luck potion. After you drink it, you’ll have twelve hours of good luck. Then, you’ll get whatever you want and be able to slaughter all who stand in your way."
"Oh." The Mighty King’s eyes lit up, and he reached to take it, but the scarred man quickly pulled it away.
"Are you messing with me?"
"I wouldn’t dare. I just need you to promise that after drinking it, you’ll help me go after Fang Can and won’t attack us," the scarred man said with a smile. Knowing how the story went, he was well aware that the man before him was true to his word.
"It seems you know me pretty well. Fine, I get it. Hand it over already." The Mighty King waved his hand in resignation and took the golden liquid.
"It’s still early. Our intelligence indicates that Fang Can’s power is at its weakest around dawn, so we were hoping you could..."
GULP!
The scarred man froze mid-sentence, because the Mighty King had already twisted open the cap and chugged the entire +3 fortified Blessing Potion.
"Gulp... Haaaah..."
As if he were drinking a soda, the liquid in the container vanished in an instant.
"This luck potion of yours tastes pretty mediocre. But it looks like you don’t know me well enough, either. I don’t pick a time to kill."
The Mighty King lightly patted the scarred man beside him, then started walking slowly toward the city center.
The shackles on his body contained a drug that suppressed his superhuman abilities, injecting a dose every hour to keep his body in a subdued state.
The last vial of the physical suppressor within the shackles had been injected three hours ago.
While the drug was in effect, his bloodlust, rage, madness, and savagery were all held in check along with his physical body, waiting to erupt at a later time.
Now, there was still about half an hour until the drug wore off completely. In the meantime, he decided he might as well enjoy the city sights.
CRACK...
With a sudden, sharp sound, the Mighty King looked down. The shackles on his wrists had suddenly sprung open, apparently due to a malfunction.
’So this is... luck?’ The Mighty King said nothing more and continued walking toward the city.
With every step he took, his suppressed aura swelled, as if a prehistoric beast was awakening inside him.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Fang Can calmly looked up at the tens of thousands of people descending from the sky by parachute.
As he watched them descend, Fang Can slowly raised his right hand toward the sky. ’Time to test the fruits of my training from the past dozen or so days.’
All around him, numerous drones swarmed, broadcasting his every move live.
After the earlier incident where he took down an airplane with a discus, online opinion of Fang Can had already done a complete 180.
After all, he was one of the noble superhumans.
"Fang Can is so handsome! I want to have his babies!"
"Master Fang Can, I was being ignorant with my last comment! Those designer clothes you’re wearing don’t do a shred of justice to your magnificent aura!"
"Gasp! Master Fang Can actually has to lift a hand to fight his enemies? He’s trying so hard!"
"We’re witnessing the sacred visage of a superhuman up close!"
...
Still completely unaware of the comments, Fang Can had already mobilized his entire being, from his muscles to his brain.
To counter the thugs raining down from the sky, Fang Can decided to unleash the full extent of the power he had accumulated over the past several days.
After a dozen-odd days of arduously exploring the potential of his brain, Fang Can now possessed the ability to think with his entire body.
This meant that an ability like the Heart Image, which was derived from thought, could be unleashed using his entire body as an amplifier.
An adult’s brain makes up 2-3% of their body weight.
But Fang Can himself was now a supercomputer capable of amplifying his own thoughts, allowing him to produce over thirty times the number of Heart Images as a Heart Image Martial Artist of the same Realm.
’So... let this move be my opening greeting for your little visit. Heart Image release: 80%!’
As the thought formed, an invisible power gathered and compressed in Fang Can’s palm before being unleashed with a ROAR!
It was the ultimate form of destruction, an attack on consciousness and spirit visible only within the psychic domain.
Within the psychic domain, as Fang Can pointed, psychic energy coalesced.
Within a hundred-meter radius, a crimson pillar of light erupted and, following the tip of Fang Can’s finger, spun in a rapid circle.
In the physical world, the weather remained calm and pleasant, but the effects had already begun to manifest.
THUD!
With that soft sound, a bird with wide-open eyes crashed to the ground, all signs of life gone.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
In a moment, amidst a rain of soft thuds, every living creature within a hundred-meter radius above Fang Can suffered a devastating blow to its consciousness.
The most obvious victims were the thousands of parachuting thugs above Fang Can. One by one, they began to drool, their eyes wide and vacant, their consciousness thrown into utter chaos.
A strange chill crept into the hearts of the viewers watching the livestream. As they watched the mindless figures rain down from the sky, none of them had any idea how he had done it.
"No matter how many times I see it, it’s still shocking," Qu Hua remarked, gazing at the motionless, braindead figures dangling from their parachutes in the sky.
Exhaling softly, having consumed most of his Heart Image energy, Fang Can said flatly, "I’m leaving the rest of the grunts to you. I’m going to deal with the tanks."
"You can count on me, Brother Fang!" Li Qiuyu’s voice came through his earpiece.
But with a deafening BOOM, Fang Can’s figure vanished from the villa.