The statue looked somewhat comical, grotesque.
But Aras didn’t dare to underestimate it in the slightest.
Edmund had warned that it was an extremely dangerous "anomaly."
One must keep an eye on it at all times, never shifting one’s gaze or blinking; otherwise, one’s neck would be twisted off.
However, the statue before her wasn’t the "anomaly" Edmund had previously identified.
Compared to the statue before her, she was undoubtedly more concerned about the "anomaly" that grew stronger as it burned.
If that "anomaly" were left unattended, the whole Ang City would be doomed.
Edmund saw Aras’s predicament through the surveillance.
"Edmund, do you see that fire?"
Aras looked gravely toward District 7-1, where the flames had already lit up and were spreading uncontrollably.
A blaze was burning wildly along the trees, shrubs, and chairs on either side of the street, growing larger by the moment.
What was more critical, it had set its sights on the gas station.
Without hesitation, Aras charged into the district.
And as Aras brushed past the statue, not lingering her gaze on it, the statue moved.
The crisp sound of breaking bone echoed.
Edmund cried out in shock at the scene, but Aras didn’t fall.
"It’s just a dislocated bone; dad taught me similar tricks."
With those words, Aras’s speed increased even more.
During this talking time, her neck had been twisted no fewer than ten times.
The peanut-shaped statue doggedly followed Aras, repeatedly twisting her neck, and then, seemingly unfazed, Aras kicked open a fire hydrant.
A jet of water shot up into the air.
The "flame" that had reached the gas station was forced back.
Then, Aras dashed toward the next hydrant.
Another kick, and another column of water erupted.
As the water sprayed, the "flame" trembled violently.
It immediately changed direction.
Meanwhile, the statue stopped behind Aras.
It seemed to think for a moment, then changed its twisting action to a tightening grip!
Like a move out of a combat sport, it extended its hands, about to strangle Aras’s neck, but almost instinctively Aras seized one of its hands.
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Then, a shoulder throw followed.
"Annoying, stop following me!"
Amidst her low growl, the statue was slammed onto the asphalt road, creating a deep pit, and before it could recover, Aras delivered a powerful kick.
The peanut-shaped statue spun through the air toward the distance.
Its spray-painted face seemed to undergo a change.
That was a puzzlement of life.
It did not understand what had happened.
Things weren’t supposed to be .
What’s more important was...
A terrifying presence was approaching, an extreme oppression.
A sense of tension arose, causing the spray-paint on the statue’s face to fluctuate unpredictably.
It wanted to alter its trajectory in flight.
It could only watch helplessly as it got closer and closer to the man soaring through the air, closer and closer.
It saw the man who was supposed to be human suddenly open his mouth wide.
That mouth opened wider than a shark’s.
Its head seemed to be heading straight for that gaping maw.
Then, mid-air, they collided.
Just like an eagle striking a sparrow.
Even though they appeared nearly equal in size by their blurry outlines, that was only the moment before they met; in the next instant—
The clear sound of chewing arose.
Steel reinforcement, Jason had eaten it before.
But mixed with concrete, it was Jason’s first time tasting it.
A bit stuck in his teeth and rather rough on the tongue.
However, the taste was still quite good.
Initially a bit salty, followed by a faint sweetness, reminiscent of soaked goji berries with a lingering aftertaste.
Too bad it was like eating sugarcane, he couldn’t swallow it.
Jason opened his mouth and spat out the remnants of the statue.
[Consumed statue ’Little Peanut!’]
[Physical Strength and Energy greatly restored!]
These fragments fell from the sky, landing squarely on a strange "anomaly" composed of fish hooks, fishing lines, needles, scissors, and other sharp objects, forming a rough sphere over 2 meters in radius.
Struck by the statue’s fragments, it hurled fishing lines towards Jason, who had leaped from mid-air.
Jason didn’t resist, allowing the fishing lines to pull him toward the sphere filled with sharp items.
The piercing fish hooks, needles, and scissors thrust toward Jason.
They didn’t penetrate.