With all these qualities, I will eventually become immortal.

Chapter 105 Indestructible Body, Fierce Battle Against Demons (6k-word chapter)

at the same time.

Long Jiu's figure stood atop the building next to the chemical plant.

Standing next to him was a tall, thin man wearing a special pair of finger guards, extremely sharp and emitting a faint black halo, clearly not an ordinary object.

"Sheriff, should I go with you to take a look?"

"No need. With Li Zhun here, we will be safe and sound."

The tall, thin man sighed:
"These guys from the Summoning Demon Hall are always causing trouble. I wish we could wipe them out completely someday."

Long Jiu paused for a moment, then said:

"Zhulong is still in the city. Let's take this opportunity to see if we can catch a few big fish."

"Really? It seems there's no problem with the Demon Nest. Even someone as powerful as Zhulong Zun doesn't need to participate in the battle."

Long Jiu sighed:
"Zhou Sheng has made his move; there's no doubt about it."

"Let's stop here and wait and see. Old Luo's beloved apprentice is still in the chemical plant. We must make sure he is safe and sound."

Inside the chemical plant.

Xu Qi carefully instructed:
"Okay, be careful. If you're outmatched, call for help as soon as possible using your headset."

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Chuan's fists were slowly covered by a layer of pitch-black membrane.

"A demon-slaying weapon? It doesn't look like one."

"No problem, give me five minutes."

Meng Chuan spoke concisely, then activated his protective suit and steel skeleton, his aura surging slightly as he ventured deeper into the area.

Stepping into the area ahead, all that could be seen was devastation, with ruins scattered everywhere, and an eerie silence all around—nothing at all.

He took out his baton from his waist and used it to rummage through the surrounding trash, all the while remaining vigilant.

Suddenly, something unexpected happened!

"go to hell!"

A black-robed man wielding a long sword suddenly appeared from around the corner, unleashing a powerful strike aimed at Meng Chuan's head.

A fierce gust of wind blew along the blade, making this strike powerful and heavy—something no low-level martial artist below the fourth level could possibly unleash.

Luo Guanyun's teachings on combat instinct saved him once again. Meng Chuan instinctively bent down to dodge, the blade grazing his face, and a chill ran down his spine.

"Captain Li is right, perception can deceive us."

The man in black taught him a lesson: perception is not a panacea.

The man missed his first strike, but continued to stride closer, the cold glint of his blade particularly dazzling in the darkness.

In an instant, he swung the blade in a wide arc and slashed horizontally towards Meng Chuan's waist.

Although he had the [Qi-Nourishing Armor Technique] protecting him, he did not want to experience the power of a blade and preferred to be cautious when facing sharp weapons.

Meng Chuan stepped onto the cloud ladder and dodged the slash. At the same time, he instantly exerted force and jumped behind his opponent, grabbing the black-robed man's wrist holding the knife with his right hand in a claw shape.

With the support of the Iron Arm of the Demon, Meng Chuan's hand strength was astonishing. With a twist, he completely broke the opponent's wrist, revealing the white bone at the break.

"Ahhh!"

The excruciating pain of losing his hand struck him, and the man in black robes collapsed to the ground in agony, the steel knife in his hand clattering to the floor.

With lightning speed, Meng Chuan caught the springing steel knife with his leg, then gently tossed it upwards and slapped the hilt with his palm. The steel knife pierced his chest like a meteor.

The sound of "slicing tofu" could be heard.

The man in black robes froze for a moment, then collapsed to the ground, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

Meng Chuan stared at the other person, about to step forward to confirm whether the other person was truly dead.

Suddenly, a strange chill came from his chest, as if an invisible eye was watching him in the darkness.

Almost at the same moment, a faint hissing sound came from his protective suit, as if something was trying to break through the defense.

"not good."

He reacted instantly and rolled to the side to dodge.

This feeling is so familiar, it's just like that guy in Tongjia Lane.

In Meng Chuan's perception, the unseen enemy flickered with scattered green light, and intense malice seemed to materialize, surging towards him.

"Hee hee hee"

The other person floated in mid-air with a half-smile.

"Void-like Heavenly Demon, come forth!"

Without a second thought, relying on instinct, Meng Chuan suddenly turned around.

With his thigh muscles taut, he unleashed a powerful whip kick towards the void before him, instantly blasting the air apart with a muffled "bang."

However, the attack missed.

As the chill approached, the Heavenly Demon lunged at Meng Chuan, attempting to possess him once more.

"Even though I can't see you, if you dare to come any closer, be prepared to die!"

He could tell from the slight sensation transmitted through the protective suit that the opponent was not very strong.

Meng Chuan braced his arms, embracing the unseen ghostly figure like a coiled snake. An invisible aura of killing intent floated on his marble-like muscles.

This time, the other party couldn't laugh anymore; the burning killing intent stung it, causing it to wail incessantly.

Meng Chuan instantly threw a punch, slamming the tiled floor into the ground, causing it to shatter and scatter debris everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, Meng Chuan raised his jet-black fist, his killing intent like a bone-scraping knife, slicing inch by inch towards his opponent.
"Ping ping ping!"

Suddenly, the sound of gunfire came from behind, accompanied by a hissing cry of pain, and several shattered scales fell to the floor.

When Meng Chuan looked up, he saw a celestial demon, shaped like a snake, winding its way up the ceiling, preparing to launch a sneak attack from above.

A wave of unrest, a wave of up!
"This is a snake slave, be careful!"

Xu Qi reminded him while maintaining his grip on the gun.

It turned out that everyone had heard the sounds of battle erupting from Meng Chuan's side and rushed over to provide support.

"Thanks."

Meng Chuan pulled out the blood-stained steel knife from the black-robed man's chest and hurled it fiercely at the snake demon above his head.

In an instant, the snake demon, like a taut bow, dodged the blade and lunged towards Meng Chuan, a stench of blood wafting through the air.

"Oh!"

A deafening sniper rifle shot rang out from behind, and the Snake Demon, who was leaping through the air, suddenly froze, then was violently knocked away.

A puff of white smoke rose from the sniper rifle's barrel, and in the distance, Old Wu, wearing goggles, gave Meng Chuan a thumbs-up.

On the snake demon's side, blood flowed continuously from the huge bullet holes in its body.

However, the snake demon seemed to have lost its mind. Instead of turning around and fleeing, it endured its injuries and swam towards Meng Chuan.

"He's brainless."

Meng Chuan thought of Venom, a hundred times smarter than the snake demon in front of him, so he gathered his strength and prepared to end its life with one punch.

"Meng Chuan, this guy is an artificial demon created by the Demon Summoning Hall. Spare his life for research purposes!"

Xu Qi had already walked over and stood behind Meng Chuan, speaking quickly.

"No wonder I didn't sense any demonic energy field on this guy, now I understand."

"To live, understand."

Meng Chuan stirred up waves of air with every step he took, gathering strength in his fist, and viciously struck his opponent's vital spot.

With a loud "boom," the snake demon was as if it had been run over by a half-screw, and was actually blasted against the wall. Its scales burst open and turned outwards at its seven-inch mark, and the hidden force that penetrated its body destroyed its motor center.

After falling from the wall, it lay motionless on the ground like a limp spicy snack.

"He's not dead, I paralyzed him."

Xu Qi gave Meng Chuan a thumbs up, then stepped forward and lifted him up with one hand. With a skillful flick of his wrist, the snake demon's entire body cracked and popped like popping beans.

The serpent demon at this moment had lost its previous ferocious appearance.

Its head drooped limply, its eyes unfocused, staring blankly at the ground, its life force barely a whisper, utterly powerless to resist.

"Little Huang, catch!"

Xu shouted loudly, and at the same time grabbed the dying snake demon and threw it backward with force.

The team members behind him caught the snake demon steadily, then controlled it and stuffed it into the large backpack behind them.

Xu Qi smiled slightly and looked at Meng Chuan, saying:

"Xiao Meng, that triple kill was brilliant! You deserve at least 100 points, you've really hit the jackpot!"

Meng Chuan's heart stirred, and a hint of anticipation flashed in his eyes as he asked:
What kind of reward can this achievement be exchanged for?

As Xu Qi carefully examined the identity of the man in black, he explained to Meng Chuan:
"That's right, the situation was urgent just now, and Captain Li didn't have time to explain to you."

He paused, but his hands didn't stop moving:

"The merits are very useful. Whether it is civilian martial artists or our police officers, the merits earned in the mission can be exchanged for resources in the police station's internal treasury of honor."

The specific merit points will be calculated by the police station's civilian staff based on the recorder you wear on your chest, to prevent fraudulent claims and exaggerations.

"I'll take you to see it when we get back. 100 merit points are a lot; they're worth more than a million in cash, enough to buy a lot of good stuff."

When Xu Qi said this, Meng Chuan understood.

He's short of money right now, and with his current strength, killing these demonic martial artists and heavenly demons is as easy as cutting melons and vegetables.

While ensuring safety as much as possible, it's possible to find opportunities to gain more credit.

After clearing the scene, with time running out and the task heavy, the group continued to venture deeper inside.

Chemical plant management area.

Several men in black robes held their breath, their figures hidden in the darkness. As they listened to the approaching footsteps, sinister smiles appeared on their faces.

"A thousand heads, eternally immortal!"

Several men pounced fiercely, but Meng Chuan had already sensed that they were hiding there and reacted in advance.

He raised his fists to block, but the dagger left no scratch on the steel bone. Then he flipped his palm and knocked the dagger out of his opponent's hand.

With his other arm, veins bulging, he grabbed the man's throat and lifted his feet off the ground.

Meng Chuan tilted his head to look behind him.

"The explosive device has been found near the wall. Be careful!"

The man in front of them had his face turned blue and purple from being pinched, and his legs were kicking wildly in mid-air. At this moment, Xu Qi and his group were also fighting with the enemy.

"Boom!"

Gunshots rang out again, but this time from in front of them instead of behind.

Meng Chuan reacted quickly, grabbing the person he was holding to block the bullet. After being shot twice, the person's back blossomed with blood, his eyes bulged, and he died.

"Be careful, the other side has guns too!"

Three heads suddenly emerged from behind the explosive device, their hands seemingly mutated, their grotesque, rough claws gripping the triggers, firing wildly and recklessly.

"Take cover!"

Martial artists are still mortal beings; they can still be injured or even die if they are hit by bullets.

Xu Qi and the others, disregarding their fight with the enemy in front of them, hurriedly leaped aside to dodge.

Meng Chuan didn't want to experience the feeling of taking bullets head-on, and was just about to dodge to find cover when he suddenly heard the sound of a sniper rifle firing.

Among the three men from the Summoning Hall wielding guns, the one on the far left had a bloody hole in his forehead and collapsed instantly. The remaining two quickly lowered their heads to dodge.

"How was it? Was your marksmanship alright?" After firing the shot, Old Wu quickly grabbed his sniper rifle, lowered his head, and disappeared into the shadows behind him to avoid being spotted by the enemy.

Meng Chuan never expected that Old Wu, who looked like a tank, would also be an ADC (Attack Damage Carry).

Now that we have someone backing us up, things will be much easier.

The fake tanks have been removed; the real tanks are about to enter the arena!

Meng Chuan crossed his arms in front of his chest, his trapezius muscles bulging like an active volcano, his skin swelling up at a visible speed.

In an instant, the armor-clad technique was unleashed at full power!

"Cover me!"

A gust of wind swept by, and the hundred-meter distance was covered in an instant. The crowd behind him stared wide-eyed at Meng Chuan's fierce performance.

"Old Wu, Little Wang, provide fire support!"

Although he lacked powerful internal energy, as an Eighth-Level Martial Artist, he gritted his teeth and charged forward.

A man in black robes raised his right hand, and a black and red aura condensed from his palm. Strange balls of energy, like fireballs, shot out towards Meng Chuan's path.

Swish!

Meng Chuan did not let his muscles control his brain. He looked up and saw the fireball rushing towards him, and quickly dodged it.

Two fireballs struck the ground; one scorched a crater as big as a bucket, while the other struck the wall, leaving it blackened.

"There are mages too?"

Meng Chuan became even more cautious. This thing looked quite strange and had tremendous power, unlike ordinary flames.

If it gets on your body, it might be difficult to deal with.

He then used his leg to push off the wall, and the reaction force propelled him like an arrow shot towards the explosive.

At the same time, he swung the dart he was holding at the mage, not expecting it to hit, just to cause some disruption.

"Take out the archer first, then kill the mage!"

The figure on the left, hiding behind the explosives, caught sight of Meng Chuan's swift attack and his expression changed drastically. He hurriedly reached for his gun.

Two crisp "bang" sounds rang out, and the bullets shot out like meteors.

Meng Chuan reacted incredibly quickly, instantly extending his hand, which was covered in steel, and steadily deflected the bullet.

Seeing this, the people nearby had a fierce glint in their eyes and pulled the trigger without hesitation, and a dense barrage of gunfire crisscrossed the area.

While dodging and weaving, Meng Chuan quickly raised his two arms, which seemed to be forged from steel, to protect his vital parts.

Shell casings, enveloped in acrid gunpowder smoke, slid off.

Meng Chuan gritted his teeth and exerted all his strength to activate the two powerful and hard skills.

His blood and qi surged within him, and his muscles were taut as iron. He managed to withstand the bullets that he couldn't dodge with his bare body.

"Damn! That's fucking hard!"

The team members behind him gasped in surprise.

After a brief moment of shock, everyone quickly regained their senses and raised their guns to fire, spewing fire to provide cover for Meng Chuan and Xu Qi ahead.

"Go to hell!"

With a fierce roar, killing intent filled the air.

Meng Chuan pounced on one of them like a tiger descending a mountain, knocking him to the ground.

Seeing this, the other man's eyes flashed with a sinister glint. He quickly put away his gun, and with a flash of cold light, he raised his sharp blade high and slashed fiercely at Meng Chuan's back.

However, Meng Chuan seemed to have eyes in the back of his head.

At the critical moment, he suddenly exerted force from his waist and quickly twisted to the side.

Immediately afterwards, he kicked the man hard from behind, the powerful force accompanied by a whistling sound, sending him flying and crashing heavily against the wall with a dull thud.

At the same time, Xu Qi, who had been waiting for this opportunity, roared and rushed forward to pin him down and start a fight.

The enemy in front of him was pinned to the ground by Meng Chuan, struggling desperately like a trapped beast.

He concentrated all his strength in his legs, pressing the enemy firmly beneath him.

At the same time, one hand gripped the other's neck tightly like an iron clamp, while the other hand, with its hidden strength surging, continuously threw punches, as if vigorously pounding garlic.

A few breaths later, the man's face was a bloody mess, his original features long gone, leaving only a lump of minced meat.

suddenly!

A burning sensation surged up Meng Chuan's back, and he immediately lunged to the side to dodge.

It turned out that the black-robed mage was launching another sneak attack.

"I'll go deal with the sorcerer!"

The person capable of unleashing such evil magic must be a high-ranking member of the Demon Summoning Hall.

Xu Qidong moved like lightning, rushing towards the other party, while Meng Chuan was about to join him.

Suddenly.

In an instant, a chill rose suddenly from Meng Chuan's spine like a surging tide.

His expression changed drastically, and he turned around abruptly to look behind him.

With a vague sense of perception, he saw a dark, shadowy figure lurking near the explosives not far away.

When it realized that Meng Chuan seemed to be able to see it, the dark figure slowly raised its head, revealing a distorted face with a strange smile on its lips.

"There are even Void-type Heavenly Demons!"

Meng Chuan was startled.

The moment the thought flashed through my mind, a sharp, piercing pain suddenly exploded in my heart.

Meng Chuan reacted incredibly quickly, instinctively using the Inch Step Technique, his figure shooting out like a bolt of lightning.

Almost at the same moment, the dark phantom transformed into a streak of black light and instantly appeared where he had just been standing.

With a "poof" sound, a green, corrosive pit appeared instantly on the floor where he had just been standing, and wisps of black smoke rose from the pit.

The attack missed, and the dark phantom seemed to merge into the air, instantly disappearing from sight.

Meng Chuan's heart sank to the bottom, and his expression became extremely solemn.

"Meng Chuan!"

"That's the Shadow Fiend! Watch out for your shadow!"

Whoosh!
A cold wind swept from behind, and Meng Chuan pushed off with his feet, instantly leaping into the air. He then saw a figure emerge from his shadow, its claws striking fiercely, but it missed its target.

The first attack missed, and the opponent hid again.

"Hee hee hee."

All around, only a faint, eerie laugh could be heard, unsettling one's mind.

"calm."

Meng Chuan repeatedly reminded himself to suppress his inner unease.

Since he couldn't see anything anyway, he closed his eyes and maximized his sensory abilities.

Just then, the Shadow Demon's figure silently emerged from the ground behind him, its two sharp claws plunging into Meng Chuan's back.

Upon feeling the chill immediately, Meng Chuan forced himself not to make any movement.

The moment the heat radiated from his back, Meng Chuan twisted and spun around, unleashing a powerful punch that pierced through the protective suit with murderous intent!

After being hit, the Shadow Fiend let out a shriek of resentment and then began to struggle violently.

A corrosive force spread from his body, invading his body along Meng Chuan's arm.

If an ordinary person were to suffer such a blow, their brain would have already shut down.

However, Meng Chuan possessed the Qi-Nourishing Armor Technique, and the inner membrane formed within his body blocked the corrosive force.

"die!"

Meng Chuan roared, his voice echoing in all directions.

Just as Meng Chuan was confronting Shadow Demon, two of the other team members were guarding the explosives, their eyes fixed on the surroundings, not daring to relax for a moment, for fear that the enemy would seize the opportunity to ignite the explosives.

The stronger members of the remaining team surrounded Xu Qi, helping him suppress the sorcerer who could unleash fireballs.

Those with less skill consciously hide in the shadows and shoot from the sidelines, like Lao Wu.

Only after hearing Meng Chuan's roar did everyone notice his fierce demeanor.

One of the team members looked shocked and couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice.

"What kind of superhuman skill has Xiao Meng practiced? He can even resist the invasion of the Heavenly Demon into his body."

"I don't know, just be strong and that's it."

Meng Chuan's arms, like steel shackles, firmly restrained the Shadow Demon.

The corrosive power emanating from the Shadow Demon attempted to break through Meng Chuan's defenses and invade his body.

However, no matter how fiercely the Shadow Demon attacked, Meng Chuan kept his hands tightly pressed down, not daring to relax for a moment.

He knew in his heart that once this guy escaped, catching him again would be as difficult as climbing to the sky.

At the same time, killing intent, like a black undercurrent, slowly condensed in Meng Chuan's palm, and then, like fine, sharp points, continuously seeped into the Shadow Demon's mind.

The two sides remained locked in a stalemate, like statues, vying to see who would give out first.

Time flew by, and the protective suit on Meng Chuan's body gradually lost its luster under the corrosive force.

The Shadow Fiend's head swelled up due to the invasion of murderous intent, and his already ferocious face became even more distorted.

A moment later, a terrified scream came from the Shadow Demon's mouth.

It ultimately couldn't hold on and was defeated.

Meng Chuan quickly seized the opportunity, condensing his killing intent into a walnut-sized form, and viciously slammed it into the Shadow Demon's head.

The Shadow Fiend let out another painful wail, but its vitality was truly tenacious; despite being severely injured, it continued to struggle.

Meng Chuan thought to himself.

"The Shadow Demon's strength is actually no stronger than the venom that possessed Liu Ru, but this Void-like Heavenly Demon is just so strange and troublesome."

Left with no other choice, Meng Chuan could only unleash a torrent of bricks, channeling his killing intent like rapidly spinning gears, constantly gathering at his fist and relentlessly striking at the Shadow Demon's head.

After a while, the Shadow Demon finally couldn't hold on any longer, and its figure gradually dimmed, as if it was about to merge into the darkness.

Then, a round, plate-like object appeared on the top of its head, which became even brighter.

Upon closer inspection, he realized it was a rare and valuable item unique to Void-type Heavenly Demons: the Heavenly Demon Core!

Meng Chuan was secretly delighted. He had heard Master Luo mention that this thing was very valuable.

With this thought in mind, he raised his hand like a sharp blade, intending to slice open the Shadow Demon's head and extract its core.

at this time!

A strong sense of crisis instantly enveloped my heart like a dark cloud, and a gust of wind swept behind my head.

That familiar, chilling malice surged forth like a tidal wave.

A burly, dark figure emerged silently from the shadows.

Countless tentacles, as sticky as tar, sprouted from the figure's body.

Each tentacle gleamed with an eerie light, its clanging sound like a steel whip being lashed out, accompanied by a giant black hand, viciously striking towards the back of Meng Chuan's head.

Venom strikes again!

(End of this chapter)