Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World novel Chapter 253

Chapter 253: Chapter 147 Zhao Honglie’s Transformation_2

"Don’t even start—I feel a chill on my back as well, like there’s someone watching me!"

As he spoke, an image of a towering figure wielding a giant axe flashed unbidden in his mind.

Thinking of this, Qian Jin suddenly tensed, his expression grim as he scanned the surroundings with sharp eyes.

By the time Qian Jin and Bai Yuqi arrived here, the rest of the Black Sand Gang had already fled in terror, leaving the vast gang’s base eerily deserted save for the three of them.

After carefully surveying the area and finding no one else, Qian Jin heaved a sigh of relief.

"Phew, this is indeed a cursed spot—not a place to linger!"

Qian Jin stood up and began limping toward Zhao Honglie on his injured leg.

Right now, Zhao Honglie’s face was twisted in malevolent rage, his eyes brimming with determination.

"If you want me dead, then none of you are walking away alive!"

Zhao Honglie suddenly let out a crazed roar, gritting his teeth against the pain as he reached into his chest pocket and pulled out a small box.

He opened the box, revealing a pitch-black orb that appeared in front of the three of them.

As the black orb emerged, an intense, bone-chilling cold slammed into all three of them.

Even Bai Yuqi, standing at a distance, instinctively straightened his posture.

Dark mist began to seep out from the orb in Zhao Honglie’s hand.

The mist hissed upon contact with the air, and a strange, formidable power emanated continuously from the orb.

The energy was frenzied, savage—a force that invoked primal fear.

"Quick! Kill him!"

Though Bai Yuqi didn’t know what the orb was, the dark mist alone told him it was no ordinary object. If Zhao Honglie were allowed to activate it fully, they might face catastrophic danger.

Bai Yuqi understood this—and so did Qian Jin. Without another thought, Qian Jin ignored the pain in his leg and charged at Zhao Honglie.

The distance between them was short, only a few meters—such a span would take mere moments at their speed.

But Qian Jin was still one step too late.

Just as Qian Jin made his move, Zhao Honglie tilted his head back at lightning speed and swallowed the black orb whole.

As the orb entered his stomach, an ink-black energy began to flow out from Zhao Honglie’s body.

The energy seemed almost alive, coursing over Zhao Honglie’s form while emitting a spine-chilling sound.

The sound was like the howling of a storm interwoven with whispers—a cacophony of voices, wind, and chaos melding into a bizarre and unsettling symphony.

As the sound reached their ears, Qian Jin and Bai Yuqi were wracked with splitting headaches.

"Ah! Hahaha... Flesh! I need fresh flesh!"

Kneeling moments ago, Zhao Honglie suddenly rose to his feet in an unnatural posture, letting out an unsettling laugh.

Enveloped by the dark mist, Zhao Honglie’s bones cracked and snapped loudly, his body swelling to several times its size. He grew taller by the second, his height quickly exceeding three meters, towering like a giant.

But that wasn’t the end of these horrifying changes. Zhao Honglie’s body began to transform in grotesque and extraordinary ways—he now had four arms!

In addition to his original two, a pair of white, bony arms sprouted from his waist.

The bone arms were lined with ominous black veining, making them appear incredibly sinister.

After mere seconds, Zhao Honglie’s transformation halted. Now, he stood towering and monstrous, his face completely covered in black markings, resembling a demon from ancient myths—terrifying and fierce.

"Huff!"

Zhao Honglie exhaled a stream of black mist, forming a powerful gust of wind that sent Qian Jin and Bai Yuqi stumbling and reeling.

"Hah...hah-hah..."

Zhao Honglie’s throat emitted low, guttural noises—grating and piercing all at once.

"You’ll die! You’ll all die! I’ll devour you—every last one of you!"

His eyes were burning red as he spoke, licking his lips with a long tongue. The aura around him was maddening and feral, like an enraged beast in human form.

Taking a step forward, Zhao Honglie threw a punch at Qian Jin.

His transformed fist was now ten times the size of a normal man’s, resembling a small grinding wheel.

Bai Yuqi moved closer to Qian Jin, grabbing his arm. Under the guise of helping him, he suddenly struck Qian Jin’s plump waist with full force.

Already wounded, Qian Jin quickly realized Bai Yuqi intended to injure him further, using him as bait to slow Zhao Honglie down and escape on his own.

Noticing Bai Yuqi’s intention, Qian Jin landed an elbow against Bai Yuqi’s face, sending him staggering backward.

With a scornful glare, Qian Jin sneered at Bai Yuqi coldly, "Hmph! I’ve been keeping an eye on you! Since you’re so shameless, don’t blame me!"

Despite his words, Qian Jin didn’t strike Bai Yuqi further. Zhao Honglie had caught up, now only tens of meters away.

A smirk curled across Qian Jin’s lips as he declared, "Enjoy playing with him yourself!"

And with that, Qian Jin activated his Shadow Concealment Skill to vanish into the night.

Zhao Honglie lunged forward, targeting Bai Yuqi with ruthless precision. His four fists hammered down like heavy mallets, pummeling Bai Yuqi violently.

With Zhao Honglie’s superhuman strength, it didn’t take long for Bai Yuqi’s head to be smashed into a bloody pulp, fragments of brain and fresh blood splattering all over his hands.

Having dispatched Bai Yuqi, Zhao Honglie brought his gore-soaked hand to his mouth, licking it thoroughly.

After savoring the taste, he shut his eyes, a satisfied expression washing over his face.

"Such a wonderful taste!"

Zhao Honglie opened his eyes, scanning the area for Qian Jin.

Hidden in the shadows, Qian Jin’s heart raced wildly as he silently prayed for deliverance, channeling the Shadow Concealment Skill to its limit.

Fortunately, though Zhao Honglie’s strength and speed had grown immensely, his perception hadn’t extended too far. He failed to detect Qian Jin hidden in the night.

Unable to locate Qian Jin, Zhao Honglie returned to Bai Yuqi’s lifeless body.

In a single rip, Zhao Honglie tore Bai Yuqi’s clothing apart, scattering his belongings across the ground.

Ignoring the scattered items entirely, Zhao Honglie picked up Bai Yuqi’s corpse, gripping one of his arms tightly with a bone claw. In a brutal motion, he ripped the arm clean off.

Then, he proceeded to eat it—flesh, bone, and all—devouring it in large, savage bites.

In the stillness of the night, the sound of his chewing was all that echoed.