Chapter 104: Battle in the Mist

Chen Ling couldn't help but swallow. The afterimage that burst from Zhao Yi's shadow just now was so fast that Chen Ling didn't even see what it was before he blasted it into smithereens with a single shot. Now, as he carefully observed these monsters, he felt an inexplicable sense of festivity. It was as if fragrant Thanksgiving turkeys were hopping off the dinner table and bounding towards him, except these turkeys were all over two meters tall.

Calamities crawling out of the Grey Realm… are they all this "fragrant"?

Audience expectation value 8

Chen Ling reconsidered, feeling something was off. Zhao Yi had described the factory monster as merely a centipede; how did it turn into a broiler chicken after hatching from an egg? But this was not the time for careful thought. The stout broiler chickens were approaching him, and Chen Ling could feel a faint sense of oppression from them. These broiler chickens were at least first-tier.

"One, two, three… six, seven, eight… Eight of them?"

If nothing went wrong, all the calamities in Frost Street had been drawn to him. Chen Ling's eyes narrowed slightly.

"This… how disgusting are these monsters?" A middle-aged woman quietly leaned against the windowsill, her face growing paler as she saw the scene in the middle of the street. "Can Chen Ling win?" Boss Xu's expression was also grim. After all, Chen Ling had just been promoted to Enforcer. Facing so many monsters at once, he appeared to be at a disadvantage. Yet, for some reason, Boss Xu felt that Chen Ling was even more formidable than the monsters. Similar worries arose in the hearts of other Frost Street residents. They watched the misty battlefield through their windows, their hearts pounding in their chests.

Under everyone's gaze, Chen Ling, clad in a black trench coat, moved. He slowly raised his dagger… and plunged it into his own abdomen!

Everyone: ???

Audience expectation value 5

After one stab, Chen Ling still felt it wasn't enough, so he backhanded the dagger into his lower abdomen and between his ribs, turning the blade completely red. The battle hadn't even begun, yet he was already in an injured state. Scarlet blood gushed from the wounds, staining the clothes beneath his trench coat crimson. A faint smile played on Chen Ling's lips.

These three stabs brought him no pain; instead, he felt a strange tingling sensation. He could feel an endless surge of power erupting within him, and his five senses were several times sharper than usual. In that moment, the eight rapidly charging figures seemed to slow down. So this is Blood-Cloak…

Chen Ling's self-inflicted wounds and eerie smile left the Frost Street residents utterly bewildered. They had never seen anyone stab themselves before a fight. Each of those three stabs was deeper than the last; a normal person would have gone pale from pain, but Chen Ling not only felt no pain but instead showed pleasure. At first glance, this scene seemed incomprehensible, yet happening to Chen Ling, it felt strangely logical, given that he was someone who raw ate human hearts. Was this some evil pre-battle ritual? Or was he making a sacrifice to some malevolent entity? Suddenly, everyone felt that compared to Chen Ling at that moment, those terrifying shadow centipedes didn't seem so frightening anymore.

The eight shadow centipedes suddenly stirred the thick fog, charging at the blood-soaked Chen Ling with astonishing speed. Everyone's eyes blurred as the bloody figure abruptly lunged forward, kicking the leading centipede back into the dense fog! Chen Ling's speed was incredible, like a high-speed train. The moment his kick landed on the shadow centipede, the terrifying force almost crushed and deformed it, sending it hurtling dozens of meters backward! The dagger's cold gleam spun in Chen Ling's hand. He backhanded to block a lunging centipede, its dense long legs grabbing at his body, but he dodged aside. He raised his gun, aiming its muzzle at the dark red holes wriggling on the black head, and pulled the trigger repeatedly!

Bang, bang, bang—!

Three bullets fired, piercing the centipede's head. It twisted and coiled in place for a moment, then became still.

Chen Ling knew many people were watching him, so it wasn't ideal to use Judgment Court and Formless again. Fortunately, "Slaughter Dance" wasn't highly recognizable; even if he used it, these ordinary people might not understand, so he relied solely on it and Blood-Cloak for intense close-quarters combat.

Chen Ling turned to face the three broiler chickens charging at him simultaneously, and without any defense, he rushed forward. Their sharp claws and beaks pierced his body, instantly leaving numerous bloody holes… locking him in place. The hearts of the onlookers from Frost Street skipped a beat. Chen Ling, impaled by the long legs of three shadow centipedes, let out a cold laugh. Enduring his injuries, he plunged his dagger through the head of one centipede, then backhanded the gun barrel into the mouth of another and pulled the trigger. Two centipede corpses fell to the ground instantly.

"A few broiler chickens… think they can kill me??"

Chen Ling grabbed the broiler chicken that had pierced him. With one hand, he gripped its head, and with the other, its leg. The terrifying strength granted by Blood-Cloak allowed him to lift it off the ground, then slowly tear and stretch it… The broiler chicken writhed wildly, but with a roar from Chen Ling, it was ripped in half by his bare hands! Foul-smelling blood and organs splattered across the ground. Chen Ling, covered in blood, looked down at the half-torn chicken leg still in his hand, suddenly feeling an urge to take a bite… He swallowed, restraining himself. He didn't like eating raw food.

Chen Ling casually tossed aside the half-corpse and coldly glared at the three remaining broiler chickens. His body blurred, transforming into a bloody shadow, and he charged out once more! In the fog-shrouded street, the only sound left was the tearing of flesh. All the residents peeking from behind their windows felt their stomachs violently churning, their faces indescribably grim…

"Ugh!"

Boss Xu's wife finally couldn't hold it in. She rushed to the toilet and threw up on the spot. Chen Ling's fighting was simply too bloody, especially the scene where he ripped apart a centipede with his bare hands. Everyone watched as the vicious centipede was torn in two, its organs spilling everywhere… Most crucially, Chen Ling ended up cradling the centipede's head, as if utterly entranced.

Audience expectation value 7

Perhaps Chen Ling felt the dagger and gun weren't effective enough; he completely abandoned his weapons and began to slaughter with his bare hands. His blood-stained black trench coat flapped in the dense fog, and simultaneously, the sharp shrieks of the shadow centipedes continuously echoed.

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