Strange Rules: It doesn't matter, the system will take care of it.

Chopping the grass does not remove the roots, but the spring breeze blows and regenerates.

In order to eliminate the half-demon once and for all, Chen Feng remembered the Demon Sword.

During the last reincarnation, the old wolf was killed by the savior with the demonic sword. Even now, even if he is resurrected by going back in time, the demonic energy of the demonic sword continues to erode his body.

Although Chen Feng suppressed the demonic energy with his Foundation Establishment spiritual energy, the damage already done to the old wolf's body was irreversible.

"Unfortunately, this demonic sword has chosen its own master."

Without the protection of the demonic sword, Chen Feng felt the demonic energy backlash as soon as he held it in his hand, burning his hand and making him want to throw it away.

Huh? Throw it away!

Chen Feng had an idea. He took out the demon sword and hung it above the half-demon's head: "Oops, my hand slipped."

As soon as he let go.

With a swift slash of the sharp blade, the half-demon's head rolled away.

"That feels good."

"But it feels like something's missing."

Chen Feng used the Divine Sword Shadowless Step to leave, and reappeared after a while, leaving behind the corpse of a black gorilla.

"That's right."

"A family should be together all the time."

Just as Chen Feng was about to leave, a point of light suddenly flew out from the black-haired gorilla monster.

[Ding! You have obtained a rare ingredient: Black Gorilla's Active Brain Marrow]

The Black Griffon, belonging to the family Felidae, genus Gigantopithecus, and fanged beast species, is a rare monster whose danger level is no less than that of an ancient dragon. They are short-tempered, fierce, and warlike. When enraged in battle, their fur stands on end, emitting black fighting aura, and their combat power increases several times over.

Chen Feng was dumbfounded: "Holy crap, no wonder it could give birth to a half-demon, such an incredible monster. This ordinary-looking thing actually had such powerful ancestors?"

"As expected of Cihang City."

Then, the food system sent a notification:

Those demons who consume the brain marrow of the Black Lion Ape will acquire the Lion Ape bloodline, greatly enhancing their cultivation potential and speed, and have a chance to unlock the Battle Qi Transformation talent.

I go!

It can actually devour all of an enemy's talents and make them its own?

Doesn't that mean I can create a half-demon?

Chen Feng suddenly saluted: "Sorry, Gourmet System, I didn't recognize you just now."

"Wow, you're that awesome."

"Luckily, I listened to the advice about equipment enhancement this time and didn't act impulsively."

"Twelve Talismans, you're just an ordinary person born without a gourmet system."

After Chen Feng left...

Old Li, with Zhang Ruobing by his side, prepared to head towards the shopping mall.

Zhang Ruobing frowned and said, "Strange, I think I just heard the sound of a baby crying."

Old Li pricked up his ears: "There's no crying sound, you must be hallucinating."

After dealing with the half-demon.

Chen Feng then decided to take the opportunity to check on how the warriors were doing this time.

Just as Chen Feng passed through the city center, he heard a gentle and warm voice enter his ears: "Chen Feng, I've finally found you!"

Savior!

The ghostly voice startled Chen Feng. He looked around but could only see a vast expanse of red mist and no sign of the other person.

Upon further inspection, the spell shield provided by the Hextech Shield Veil had not disappeared.

"It seems he didn't actually find me; he's just using some kind of telepathic magic to trick me."

"His spirit lies dormant in the ninefold abyss, his divine light extinguished, turning into mortal smoke!"

Chen Feng silently recited the mantra. Although the savior's luck was extremely high, his Xuanwu Longevity Mantra was also professional in concealing his aura and deceiving the world.

With the added shield of the red mist, the savior will have no chance of finding him.

Seeing that Chen Feng was not fooled.

The savior then provoked him further: "Chen Feng, I know you're nearby, why don't you dare come out?"

"If you don't come out soon, I'm going to use my demonic energy to kill people."

"Come here, use this telepathic spell to call for help."

Soon, a sobbing female voice reached Chen Feng's ears: "Please, save me! I'll repay you... No! Don't kill me, ah!"

The sound of blood gushing out.

Then came an angry male voice: "No!!! You bastard, how could you be so cold-blooded!"

Finally, the savior said, "Remember, all these people died because of you. If you don't appear, I will keep killing until you do."

The transmission has ended.

Chen Feng sighed: "Ever since this guy found out he could wear me down by consuming points, he's been looking for me all over the place."

As for moral blackmail.

Chen Feng completely ignored the savior.

Because he knew that if he lost, whether Cihang won or the Five Monsters won, the world would be completely finished.

Beishan District, Dainichi Dojo.

Since the Flesh Centipede was eliminated by Chen Feng in the previous playthrough, this place is still relatively intact.

Outside the gate of the Great Sun Dojo stood a tall, muscular, humanoid monster, over four meters tall.

On its chest and abdomen is a huge eyeball covered with red blood vessels, constantly oozing dark red mucus.

Its hands are a complex organ composed of several bone spurs and fleshy tentacles.

"You bastard, I'll fight you to the death!"

A disciple of the dojo rushed forward, only to be lifted up by the humanoid flesh monster and shredded by its claw.

"Cut off its eyes, that's its weak point!"

Another dojo apprentice thrust his knife into the flesh monster's belly, but the next second, he felt his hands go lightly; his weapon had melted away.

"Oh no, it's a trap!"

With a soft "pfft".

Countless streams of mucus shot from the eyeballs, melting the terrified apprentice.

Chen Feng shook his head: "That's too naive. What monster in Cihang City would expose its weaknesses?"

Judging from the atmosphere.

This humanoid monster is terrifyingly strong.

However, they did not instantly kill these disciples of the dojo.

Unlike most flesh-and-blood creatures that only have the instinct to kill, this humanoid monster seems to have a certain level of intelligence and is enjoying the torturous pleasure of playing with a mouse.

They've come with ill intentions.

Chen Feng narrowed his eyes, just then the equipment enhancement system suddenly shouted: [Boss, good news! This guy has some good stuff too!]

At the same time, the Demon Slayer System also notified: [Kill the Super Mutant Flesh Tyrant, reward: Beginner's Guide to the Qingfeng Demon Subduing Sword, and two levels of cultivation in the Xuanwu Longevity Technique (Foundation Building Chapter)]

So this guy is the Flesh Tyrant, who's on par with the Flesh Willow and specializes in hunting down powerful humans?

Chen Feng drew his powerful Shark Fang and immediately unleashed Cihang City's unique ultimate move:

"Sword after sword, I'll stab you to death countless times!"

"The Gentle Breeze Demon-Subduing Sword!"

"Smash it!"

This time, Chen Feng was lucky. As soon as he threw out the Shark Fang, the silver sword rapidly enlarged, enveloping the Flesh Tyrant.

The Qingfeng Subduing Demon Sword itself has a suppressing effect. Combined with the heavy blow of the Shark Fang, as long as the Flesh Tyrant is stunned, the Meteor Comet Fall can be triggered, instantly killing it!

Although Chen Feng no longer had the appraisal system, he could clearly sense from the aura that the Flesh Tyrant was weaker than the Flesh Willow Tree, at most a Strong Explosion Street level.

This makes sense, since the Flesh Tyrant only hunts elites and obviously doesn't eat as well as the willow trees.

So if you hit it, it might kill you instantly.

Chen Feng shouted and landed.

The greatsword pressed down on the Flesh Tyrant, but at that moment, the Flesh Tyrant flashed and appeared in front of Chen Feng, shattering the shield in front of Chen Feng with a single claw.

So fast!

Chen Feng knew inwardly that something was wrong.

Although the Flesh Tyrant's combat power is much weaker than that of the Flesh Willow Tree, it is not rooted in the ground. With its explosive speed, the Qingfeng Subduing Demon Sword simply cannot hit it!

We can only use speed-type equipment.

Chen Feng drew his second Mantis Sword and unleashed the Sunset Myriad Swords Technique: "Sword after sword, and sword after sword, unleashing ten thousand swords in one strike!"

Although the poem he recited was rather rubbish, the cyan sword light he shot out struck the Flesh Tyrant squarely, sending blood and flesh flying everywhere as he staggered backward.

But that's all.

Flesh and blood creatures are best at regeneration. After the sword light flashed, flesh buds grew on the Flesh Tyrant's body, and it quickly repaired itself.

"If we do it a few more times, this guy definitely won't be able to take it."

"But my mana is depleted, and it will take twenty seconds to regenerate!"

"Twenty seconds is enough for it to kill me hundreds of times over."

Just when Chen Feng was at his wit's end.

A man dressed in a red samurai outfit stepped forward: "Sir, please step aside."

His name is Jing Longri, and he is the most powerful genius in the Da Ri Dojo.

One minute ago.

Inside the Dainichi Dojo.

Jing Longri held a bent, broken knife in his hand, his eyes glazed over, like a walking corpse.

They're all dead. Everyone's dead.

Senior brother Songmu was torn in two by the monster. His upper body was hanging from a roadside tree, while his buttocks were lying on the ground. Junior brother Kenta tried to escape, but was trampled into a pulp by the monster.

Even his younger brother, Jing Longyue, was torn to pieces!

Jing Longri's throat tightened and his jaw clenched. He needed a knife, any knife would do.

That beast must be killed.

A sharp pain shot through my knee; it must have been broken when I was slashed and sent flying by the tyrant.

But it doesn't matter; the physical pain is nothing compared to the heartache.

The dojo was in a mess, with clothes, racks, and protective gear scattered all over the floor.

"There's nothing here, and nothing there."

At this time.

Jing Longri's gaze swept to the corner and he noticed an old object.

It was a wooden sword used for training.

Jinglongri clearly remembers everything about the wooden sword: it was made of pine wood, about two feet eight inches long, and the hilt was made by his father from copper sheets, which are now oxidized and blackened.

I remember it was on my sixth birthday.

His father gave him a wooden sword and said, "A good sword is not about the material, but about the heart. A true master can cut through anything, even with a wooden sword."

As a child, Jinglong believed it to be true. He would hold a wooden sword and swing it in the backyard, imagining that he could cut through flowing water and flying swallows with one stroke, just like in ancient legends.

"I am the best in the world."

Later, when Jinglong Ri grew up and held a real knife for the first time, feeling the coldness and weight of the steel, he realized how foolish and naive he had been.

Compared to a real knife, a wooden knife is at best a child's toy; what use is it?

Jinglong held the wooden sword in his hand.

It's so light, so very light, like a branch that could break at any moment.

This thing has no sharp edge; it can't even cut paper. Using this to fight monsters is simply insane.

especially.

Jing Longri looked at the broken steel knife on the ground. This was the best work of the swordsmith, capable of cutting through iron like mud. Yet, when it struck the monster, it shattered without even leaving a white mark.

The sounds of fierce fighting could be heard from outside.

My fellow disciples are all dead. Has someone come to help?

Jing Longri felt he should run away.

Just like his younger brother Jing Longyue said, "Brother, you go first, I'll hold it off."

"You're stronger than me, so you have a better chance of surviving. I'm entrusting my dojo to you."

Before Jing Longri could stop it, he saw his younger brother being split in two by the tyrant.

"It is stronger than us, not just a hundred times, not just ten thousand times, not just a million times!"

"It's just playing with us, treating us like toys!"

The thought of this ignited Jing Longri's anger.

An overwhelming rage.

So he held the wooden sword in his hand and walked out of the dojo.

"Sir, please move aside."

Chen Feng scanned the suddenly appearing figure with his divine sense.

"This aura is not bad, it's about the level of a Brick Breaker."

"To reach the 'exploding brick' level just days before raising the Gu is truly a genius; this must be what a samurai is like, right?"

Unfortunately, they are far inferior to sorcerers and magical girls who can ignore time, and they can't even compare to half-demons who grow at the speed of light.

Maybe it will be very strong in the future, but not now.

Chen Feng told the warrior to step back: "I'll hold him off, you run first."

"Need not."

The samurai took the first step toward the tyrant.

For an instant.

Black energy spread along the samurai's arm and up to the blade, quickly forming a black outer shell on the wooden sword.

Jing Longri felt a heavy weight in his hands.

Next comes the second step.

Jing Longri felt something inside his body being ignited; his birthmark was shining brightly, as if it were on fire.

His skin was burning hot, and his breath was hot as well. A layer of leaping flames appeared on the wooden knife in his hand.

Then comes the final step.

Jinglong adjusted his grip on the knife, holding it with his right hand above his head, blade facing forward.

Hold your left hand loosely, resting it below your right wrist.

This is the most basic "upper stance" for martial arts practitioners, and it was the first thing Jing Longri learned when he first picked up a wooden sword.

But now, what's different?

Through the thick red fog.

Jinglong saw a flesh-and-blood tyrant.

No, it should be said that they saw through the flesh-and-blood tyrant.

The muscle texture beneath the skin, the structure of the skeleton, the distribution of blood vessels, and the course of nerves.

And the fist-sized core in the tyrant's chest and eyes, just like a beating heart.

The flesh-and-blood tyrant sensed the danger and attacked with its tentacles. With its strength approaching that of the Exploding City, its speed was several times the speed of sound.

Chen Feng immediately threw out the Eternal Sword to try and block it.

But at this critical moment...

Jinglong smiled.

He slowly swung his knife, like an old man doing aerobics.

For an instant.

The tyrant's attack stopped.

Its whiskers were broken, its claws were broken, and the flesh-and-blood tyrant looked down at its chest; its eyes had also been torn apart.

The flesh tyrant's body was disintegrating, but because the flesh monster had the ability to resurrect, flesh buds grew rapidly at the points where the body broke apart, constantly regenerating.

But then, flames ignited.

The flames on the wooden sword were transferred to the Flesh Tyrant, annihilating its resurrected tissue once again.

Chen Feng was dumbfounded.

The layman sees the spectacle, the expert sees the details. Just a moment ago, he witnessed that guy with the brick-breaking skill level slash the tyrant over a thousand times.

At that moment, with a loud bang, a black crack appeared in the ground, starting from in front of Jing Longri and extending forward, passing through the broken streets and collapsed shopping malls, and finally stopping at the end of Nanshan District.

Cihang City has been divided in two.

[Ding! The Flesh Tyrant is dead. You have advanced to the second level of Foundation Establishment.]

Jing Longri laughed: "I am still the best in the world."