Chapter 31: Chapter 30 Whipping Through the Glass_1
Yvette looked at Fu Qian with puzzlement.
The latter flicked his wrist, and a Scarlet Whip appeared out of nowhere, creating a beautiful whip flower.
Looking at the blood vessels and tendons on the whip, Yvette’s expression instantly became as colorful as could be.
Yvette could certainly tell that this whip was not a kinky toy but a bona fide weapon.
Her heart sank as she looked at Fu Qian, unable to understand.
“What on earth do you want to do? How does this benefit you?”
In the face of her accusation, Fu Qian didn’t utter a word, answering her with his actions instead.
Accompanied by another crisp crack, a deep mark was left on Yvette’s alabaster arm.
Taken by surprise, the intense pain made Yvette scream miserably.
However, the next moment, something even more terrifying happened.
A chaotic and violent thought arose in her mind, causing her sanity to waver.
“Why… would you do this?”
Yvette’s voice became hoarsely unusual as she tried her best to dodge, but to no avail in front of the intangible and shadowless Scarlet Whip.
Fu Qian struck another lash, stepped back, stood tall, and let out a cold scoff.
“Audacious evil creature, I knew at first glance that you’re not human!”
“Watch as I reveal your true form!”
“Prepare to catch the demon!”
This bizarre line nearly froze Yvette on the spot, then she was, without a doubt, lashed again.
“Why must you force me!”
Amidst her severe pain, howls emerged from her throat.
At the same time, a wildly violent aura emanated from her.
Centered around the red whip marks on her body, Crystal Scales began to emerge, quickly spreading across her entire body.
Each scale bore a blurry face that emitted waves of wailing.
Soon, the Crystal Scales enveloped her completely, turning her into a massive crystal with countless facets that would make any woman scream.
In her movements, the collective wails from the scales formed a wave of sound that could drive one’s psyche into chaos.
Under the assault of the sound waves, even Fu Qian felt his head grow heavy as though he had been struck by a hammer.
This sound actually caused him to lose SAN Points?
One cannot help but recall the scene of facing the offspring of an Evil God.
This thing truly isn’t human!
Confirming his judgment, Fu Qian’s hands moved more decisively, repeatedly striking his target with Tyrant’s Fist.
When he deduced that something might be lurking inside Wen Li, he thought of ways to coerce the entity into submission; however, none were as effective as this newly-gained weapon, a pleasant surprise.
Yvette’s upper body fell to the ground, her neck stretching to an incredible length, staring at Fu Qian on all fours, the sounds she made now almost resembling the howling of beasts.
Under continuous lashings, the negative buildup of Tyrant’s Fist was terrifying, and for someone like her with mental abilities, it was far more fearsome than physical damage.
At this moment, the intense mental stimulus coupled with the desire to survive, made her transform her state at all costs.
As long as she could advance to the Sixth Phase, everything would be different.
After taking another lash without evasion, Yvette finally fought back.
Her Crystal Scales seemed to possess an incredible strength; the Scarlet Whip could no longer leave any marks on them.
She went down on all fours, like a charging beast, and after a brief sprint, she leaped high, her front claws tearing towards Fu Qian’s chest.
The speed and strength were almost catching up with the physical type.
Reaching the Middle Tier really was a qualitative change!
Facing this terrifying strike, Fu Qian felt a wave of emotion.
What he felt even more deeply, though, was that this creature really had lost its mind.
You might be close to the physical type, but you’re up against the real physical type.
Easily dodging Yvette’s attack, Fu Qian kicked her squarely in the waist, sending her flying.
Considering his mission objective, he didn’t put too much force into the kick.
This thing shared a body with Wen Li; if he truly killed Wen Li, he would unquestionably fail his mission.
One thing was now certain: Wen Li had not yet died, otherwise, his mission would have been a failure long ago.
She was most likely in a near-comatose state.
Yvette, kicked away, rolled and then quickly steadied herself on all fours again, staring at Fu Qian with a fierce glare.
What strong nerves you have! So many strikes with the whip and still not insane.
Fu Qian squinted his eyes.
It must be the Scales neutralizing the effects of the subsequent strikes from Tyrant’s Fist; Yvette’s condition actually seemed to be stabilizing.
“I might have to thank you,”
a hoarse voice came from Yvette’s throat.
“Although this isn’t the way I wanted, completing the ascension in this form might bring me unimaginable benefits.”
“Your weapon is interesting, but it’s a pity it still fell a little short of making me lose control, haha.”
“Once I’m done with all this, I’ll let you experience what true agonizing madness is!”
“No need to be so polite.”
Upon hearing Yvette’s threat, Fu Qian was not the least bit worried.
“If it was just a little bit short, how about this?”
Blood splattered as he viciously lashed the Scarlet Whip across his own back.
A chaotic and violent murderous intent surged within him.
“Someone once told me that she is like a mirror, capable of clearly sensing and reflecting the emotions of those around her, so how about adding this to the mix? Is this enough now?”
No sooner had Fu Qian finished speaking than Yvette let out a mournful howl, her limbs trembling before she collapsed to the ground, a look of uncontrollable terror in her eyes.
Fu Qian, controlling the Tyrant’s Fist, repeatedly struck himself without pause.
As the final lash fell, Yvette let out an earth-shaking scream, the Crystal Scales on her body shattered to pieces, and she collapsed completely.
Fu Qian stopped and walked over to her side.
He could clearly sense that the part of the consciousness belonging to Yvette had completely disintegrated.
Next was the test of willpower.
Fu Qian squatted down, bringing his mouth close to her ear.
“Time’s up, I’m sorry you didn’t meet my requirements.”
“But I’ve changed my mind; I’ve decided to strip Miss Wen naked and throw her out.”
After repeating it twice, Fu Qian felt an astonishing wave of emotion emanating from her.
The beast on the ground began to breathe rapidly, with psychic storms radiating outwards.
Once again, Fu Qian experienced the sensation of emotions being amplified.
Feeling an exaggerated sense of joy within, Fu Qian quietly observed the changes in Wen Li.
With her breathing gradually becoming stable, the twisted deformities on her body slowly reverted, and the numerous broken mirror fragments melded away, returning to soft skin.
After a while, as Fu Qian could hear people clearing obstacles in the ventilation ducts, Wen Li slowly opened her eyes.
[Containment Complete]