Lin Baici’s left wrist activated the Pharaoh’s mummy wrappings, moving like a python, swiftly twining around his entire body before forcefully contracting.
Lin Baici’s body was completely wrapped in bandages, leaving only his eyes exposed.
After pocketing the crippled Ultraman toy, the man in the hoodie suddenly sprang into action, his long legs generating a fierce wind, and with large strides, he charged straight towards Lin Baici.
His heavy fist roared out, targeting Lin Baici’s head. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on novel[f]ire.net
Lin Baici tilted his head and sidestepped, dodging the punch while simultaneously lunging forward.
The Bronze Sword grazed the man in the hoodie’s arm, stabbing straight towards his face.
The man in the hoodie reached out to grab Lin Baici’s head, leaped into the air, and his knees slammed down in succession, aiming a blow at Lin Baici’s chest.
If this hit landed, Lin Baici’s ribs would be shattered.
Lin Baici’s wrist flipped!
The Bronze Sword slashed horizontally, skimming the man in the hoodie’s right arm, cutting in half an inch effortlessly, but there was no blood nor any delay in the man’s attack.
This guy seemed painless, continuing his ferocious assault.
Lin Baici’s eyebrows furrowed, and as the man’s hands covered his ears, Lin Baici activated his Lighting Fast ability.
Everything in his field of vision, as if a slow-motion button had been pressed, suddenly slowed down, moving as if a grandmother wrapped in layers was taking a hundred years just to take a step.
Not knowing whether the man in the hoodie possessed any kind of defensive Divine Grace or Taboo things, Lin Baici refrained from using his killshot and instead aimed a heavy punch at his chest.
Armor Breaking Technique!
Overlord’s Unarmoring, no cloth to cover the body!
The fist struck, and visible ripples appeared in the air, spreading outwards. Then, the man’s sweatshirt, jeans, and face mask all tore apart with a rip, beginning to fly in all directions.
Because Lin Baici was still in the state of Lighting Fast, he saw the clothing fragments flying slowly away from the man’s body, but between these pieces, he caught glimpses of part of the man’s body.
Beneath the man’s sweatshirt was not a healthy, youthful, and vibrant body but a humanoid model.
It was the kind used in medical universities.
Half was a muscle model, the other half an internal organ model.
Lin Baici was certain he was not mistaken, and this certainly wasn’t any kind of defensive Divine Grace.
The man’s hooded sweatshirt and face mask both shattered, revealing his true face.
His face displayed muscle tissue without skin, and two rows of plaster teeth were clearly visible.
When its eyeballs moved, Lin Baici could distinctly see those muscle fibers contract and expand.
Lin Baici recalled the stray dog he had killed before, which had become a Taboo thing after licking a god’s saliva.
It appeared that this humanoid model was a similar case.
All this information crossed Lin Baici’s mind in an instant. Although shocked, his attack motion didn’t stop as the Bronze Sword aimed straight at the creature’s head.
Meat Shattering Strike!
Lin Baici had sensed that the man in the hoodie didn’t seem to have an intent to harm, so he initially intended to show mercy. Now, he didn’t dare to.
Who knew what other tricks this monster had up its sleeve?
Lin Baici did not want to be capsized in a gutter!
The creature, seeing its clothes burst open to reveal its body, changed its expression as if it felt immense shame. It rapidly back-flipped away, retreating in an attempt to widen the distance with Lin Baici.
But it was still half a beat too slow.
The Bronze Sword left a fingernail-deep slash across the creature’s chest.
Lin Baici flung the Bronze Sword out!
The creature was both frantic and angry, reaching to touch the slash on its lung lobe as if trying to figure out how to repair the wound.
The Bronze Sword flew towards it; the creature swatted it away with a slap of its hand.
"Is this guy a narcissist?"
Lin Baici was speechless. After all, was a sword strike worth this much distress?
And wasn’t this guy just a plastic face?
How could it make such a vivid, comprehensible expression?
The power of gods, indeed incomprehensible.
[A medical humanoid model used by a god, extremely narcissistic, likes to collect organ specimens, especially fond of livers.]
Lin Baici was astonished. Was this ’use’ above Board?
[It likes to drink formaldehyde, enjoys stewed organs, and collecting human models.]
[It very much enjoys shopping because when it enters a mall, it feels like it’s stepping into a harem, with every plastic mannequin waiting for its favor!]
[Stealing models? No, just like humans plucking corn in the field, it’s simply bringing wild wives back home!]
Eater God’s commentary.
No matter what it is, first catch it then talk!
Given the creature’s plastic body, it likely had strong resistance to damage, so Lin Baici pulled out a Songmu torch.
"Do you have a name?"
Lin Baici noticed that when the torch was lit, the creature’s expression became grave.
Clearly, this weapon posed a significant threat to it.
The creature actually wanted to flee, but as it glanced past Lin Baici and into the deep fog, it remembered its mission was to punish Wang Hanxu. Now close to success, how could it give up halfway?
Just wait a bit longer!
Lin Baici attacked, the swinging torch leaving trails of flames behind like a dancing fire dragon.
In fact, Lin Baici and Xia Hongyao were safe by now. He could simply bide his time, wait for the authorities to arrive, and hunt down Yi Jisheng together, but doing so might result in the deaths of those involved in polluting the rules.