Chapter 133: Chapter 132 Disarray (Part 3)_1
Could it be true that what one worries about always comes to pass?
Feeling the chaos within, Fu Qian muttered to himself.
Even after practicing for so long just now, it would take at least a minute to straighten out all the chaos.
But with the lamp nearly filled, the prison guard might turn around and leave at any moment.
If he missed this opportunity, it would probably be another day’s wait.
Though he would have more time for adaptation exercises, the risk of being discovered also increased.
However, if he didn’t want to miss the chance, he needed to untangle the jumbled nerves within ten seconds.
Unfortunately, that was impossible!
Fu Qian was very aware that he was not sufficiently familiar with his own body.
By then, the prison guard had already added oil, and was slowly lowering the lampshade, turning to prepare to walk out.
He couldn’t wait any longer!
Fu Qian struggled to stand, raising his head and throwing a punch.
It seemed like a forced attack, but because of the chaos in controlling his body, he couldn’t exert his strength normally.
Not only did this punch lack any power, his body even lost balance slightly due to the exaggerated movement.
But gritting his teeth and persevering, Fu Qian still managed to land his fist on the prison guard’s back by taking advantage of the element of surprise.
Wait, this thing isn’t human?
The next moment, Fu Qian was startled.
The feedback from his fist felt like he had smashed it into granite.
Extremely hard with none of the suppleness of skin.
If not for the lack of force, he might have broken his wrist.
This light and airy punch undoubtedly didn’t cause any substantial harm; the prison guard turned around almost instantly.
In the flickering cold light, he didn’t hesitate to raise the weapon in his hand and thrust it straight toward the chest.
The speed wasn’t very fast, but still not something his current body could dodge.
As the momentum reached him, Fu Qian barely twisted his body to avoid vital areas, taking the strike with his left shoulder.
Crack!
The force carried by the weapon was surprisingly strong; with a crisp sound, Fu Qian’s arm went limp and flopped down.
Heavily injured in an instant, Fu Qian chose not to retreat but to press on, engaging in close combat.
This suicidal behavior left him riddled with wounds in no time.
Blood sprayed around, the sound of breaking bones was incessant, and within less than ten seconds, almost every part of his body except one arm ceased moving.
Good, that would do!
At that moment, Fu Qian took a deep breath.
As it is well known, chaos usually stems from having too many variables.
The confusion spreading through all the nerves was indeed difficult to adjust, but with only a few variables left, adaptation became much easier!
The next moment, Fu Qian lifted up his only movable arm and threw a punch with full force.
Unlike before, this punch successfully unleashed real power.
The paralysis of most body parts made it easier to focus the energy into one point.
Boom!
With the sudden acceleration, Fu Qian’s serious punch smeared across the opponent’s chin.
In that instant, Fu Qian felt his arm had also become useless.
The opponent’s chin was as hard as the back, feeling like hitting stone.
And with all the force of desperation behind the punch, the two collided, and Fu Qian instantly felt several fingers break.
However, this injury seemed to be worth it.
With a resounding boom, the sound of Crystal Stone shattering echoed through the air.
The prison guard’s masked head actually flew straight off from the neck.
The beheaded torso stood motionlessly for a moment before toppling over rigidly backwards.
This thing indeed had hardness to spare, but lacked flexibility.
As long as one wasn’t afraid of getting hurt, and had sufficient output force, killing it turned out to not be very difficult.
Fu Qian sat on the ground, gasping for air, looking at the head not far away.
The mask had already been thrown aside, revealing the true face underneath.
It indeed had human facial features, but, unfortunately, was rigid like a sculpture. Moreover, the skin seemed to be covered with a fine layer of crystal, shining like diamonds under the light.
Fu Qian looked at the severed neck and could see red flesh and white bone, but despite the major arteries being severed, not a single drop of blood flowed out.
This place really reeked of evil from every corner!
After a brief observation, Fu Qian turned his attention back to himself.
The fierce struggle had left his body riddled with wounds.
The most severe injury turned out to be the result of his final burst, the extreme load on his body, plus the backlash from punching a rock, which was quite painful to bear.
It’s easy to go from frugality to luxury!
His current combat style was, to a certain extent, a choice made after getting used to a physique with super high recovery power.
Waiting silently for the effects of his neural disarray to end, Fu Qian stood up and laboriously moved towards the door.
This place was way too big!
Poking his head out, Fu Qian saw that the outside was still dimly lit, suggesting that it was located somewhere underground.
And at a cursory glance, the area was staggeringly vast, at least the size of five football fields.
Not just that, there were multiple levels both up and down, filled with similar cells.
Giant stone pillars supported the structure, with rows of prison corridors connected to each other.
No wonder no one had come for so long, such a large place would require an immense number of prison guards.
The cell door featured the most basic kind of latch structure, but because there wasn’t even a small opening for delivering meals, the difficulty of escaping became tremendous, with no conceivable way to open it from the inside.
This place seemed to have never considered feeding the prisoners at all.
After roughly assessing his current situation, Fu Qian slowly restored the gate to its place, leaving a small crack as he withdrew.
Calculating the angle carefully, he braced his arm against the wall to pop his dislocated joint back into place, then began to slowly bandage his other wounds.
Fortunately, his body was covered with circular scales in many places, which offered some protection, otherwise his injuries would have been even more severe.
Another comforting fact was that, although incomparable to his original body, this body’s healing power could also be considered astonishing.
Sitting on the ground, Fu Qian could clearly feel his wounds healing rapidly, and his strength swiftly returning.
At this rate, he would be able to move freely in at most an hour.
After silently making this judgment, Fu Qian turned his head and continued to study the body on the ground.
Whether due to the mutation or not, the headless corpse was still excessively heavy.
With considerable effort, Fu Qian finally stripped the robe off the body and put it on himself.
The skin underneath the robe was indeed in that diamond-like crystalline state, feeling like stone to the touch.
Apart from the robe, Fu Qian managed to find two items on the body.
A black octagonal iron badge, plus an enormous rusty key.
The key was rusty, clearly having not been used for a long time.
Fu Qian packed away the two items, along with the iron shards and stone he had found earlier.
Testing his strength, which had recovered quite a bit, Fu Qian dragged the body back to the corner where he had first awoken.
After positioning it against the wall, he also picked up the head that had fallen to one side and placed it on the neck.
Having done all this, he put on the prison guard’s mask, lifted his weapon and the oil lamp, and slowly pulled open the door to the cell.