Chapter 708: Chapter 706 Moment of Eating (22)_1 Chapter 708: Chapter 706 Moment of Eating (22)_1 Everything happened too quickly!
When Cynthia rushed to the testing room after sensing something was off, she never imagined she would be directly facing such a monster.
And at that moment, Fu Qian’s form and his feigned-ignorant question made her feel as if she were suffocating.
“Patch?”
As Cynthia stood there, her body rigid, searching desperately for a way out, the monster’s head had already drawn close, uttering a name in a strange and emotionless tone.
“Gaya?”
Huh?
Cynthia was stunned for a moment, struggling to comprehend the meaning behind Fu Qian’s words. As she was about to reply, she heard him continue to question.
Gaya? Cynthia was even more perplexed.
“Thank you!”
As the monster’s last word of gratitude reached her ears, an acute sense of danger arose, but it was already too late.
Incredibly fast, sharp appendages flashed by, inflicting several deep wounds on Cynthia’s body.
“I’m not–”
There was no time to ponder why the monster hadn’t directly gone for her neck.
As Cynthia instinctively backed away in a bid to escape, she also tried to explain reflexively.
However, to her despair, the monster mirrored her every move with eerie precision, maintaining its proximity to her without variation.
The next moment, something tore through her wounds, wrapping and ripping at her organs.
Accompanied by a heart-wrenching scream, the creature that Fu Qian had become–the Dimming Pony–withdraw and stood clear, avoiding the splatter of blood that filled the air.
Only then did Cynthia’s mangled corpse heavily fall to the ground.
This turn of events was so swift that even the guards, on full alert, could not provide Cynthia any support. By the time they reacted, the tragedy had already occurred.
And Cynthia, being from the Middle Tier, was almost instantaneously killed by the creature without putting up much of a fight–a fact that significantly deterred their subsequent actions.
A fierce conflict arose between the guards’ professional duty and their instinct for survival.
Fortunately, with Fu Qian’s assistance, their dilemma was quickly resolved.
Not even half a second after Fu Qian killed Cynthia, hundreds of tendrils burst forth from his two arms, splitting into groups and rampaging through the crowd, targeting two specific locations.
As an entity clearly related to Gaya, killing Cynthia was important, but even more crucial was the moment he used Visceral Critical Strike on her. Fu Qian focused intently, capturing everyone’s reaction vividly in his mind.
The exaggerated display earlier wasn’t due to any particular cosplay hobby, but rather to draw as many people as possible together outside.
The situation at hand was a dilemma fit for challenging a being like Kuraki Rieko, where apart from relying on tier and brute force to overpower, there were hardly any perfect solutions.
Even now, having discovered how to identify targets with Visceral Critical Strike, the approach would likely be centered around Gaya and Cynthia, repeatedly testing and eliminating through trial and error.
Only after mastering all potential targets, along with their locations and actions, could one design a perfect route, choose an inconspicuous reason to act, and then commence the race against time.
This was almost the only solution available.
In view of this, Fu Qian decided to minimize the workload. His method was not complex: to create a flamboyant spectacle to attract as much attention as possible, then execute a spectacle in public for a large-scale identification.
If luck was on his side, it might all be resolved in one go.
In fact, just a moment ago, he noticed that as he killed Cynthia, there were two targets that showed distinct fluctuations.
A false Gaya, whose reaction was quite obvious, had his aura almost instantaneously weakened as if he were injured.
It must be said, this trick had a bit of the taste of what is real is fake, the so-called substitute of a substitute is my real body.
Of course, in front of the fully unleashed Biochemical Demon Arm of Fu Qian, there was no difference between reality and illusion.
This one didn’t even use the Aging Curse from before and was torn apart, screaming in agony.
At the same time, Fu Qian’s other hand tore into an unexpected target–Miss Kuraki Rieko.
That’s right, this tester who performed with composure and confidence, then fear inside boldness, and finally a frantic breakdown, just like Gaya’s substitute, was utterly thrown into unrestrained fluctuations of aura due to Cynthia’s Visceral Critical Strike.
Hiding directly among the testing personnel, truly a professional fraudster, to still have this up his sleeve.
If it weren’t for the Visceral Critical Strike searching for individuals online, had I really just killed my way through, I might have had dozens of SAN Points eaten by these guys!
In such a situation, Fu Qian couldn’t help but feel a wave of emotion in his heart and did not hesitate to split skulls and dismantle bones.
Given that their displayed strength was obviously weaker, they didn’t even grunt before they were sent on their way.
Neither she nor the false Gaya showed any other abnormalities until their deaths, aside from that momentary synchronous fluctuation.
If it were anyone else, they might have doubted themselves, wondering if they had let their imagination run away with them.
Unfortunately for Fu Qian, after instantly killing the false Gaya and Kuraki Rieko, his tentacles did not even retract.
A breath later, in front of a crowd of people, two Biochemical Demon Arms exploded again, countless black and red tentacles howling as they blasted in all directions.
This time, the target was not people, but the solid metal walls and ceilings.
Of course, those who were unlucky or lacked foresight also became necessary sacrifices in an instant.
In this unhesitating full-screen AOE, Fu Qian instantly became a demolisher, as metal walls buckled and tore under the savage assault, revealing the space behind them.
Found you!
And the next moment, as Fu Qian’s tentacles retracted, he jumped down through a blasted hole.
Beneath this legendary bottom level was actually another space.
As expected of the project leader, the private space arranged for oneself was quite considerable.
The ceiling that was blasted through was indeed an office area almost identical in size to the room above.
As Fu Qian softly landed, the rising Gaya’s body stiffened and finally moved in slow motion, slowly standing up straight.
“What are you?”
“Not bad, asking me what I am rather than who I am. You are indeed better than those goods.”
Fu Qian replied while moving forward with an oppressive presence.
This was no mere talk; the previous Gaya was only slightly stronger than Cynthia, likely not surpassing Fourth Phase.
At this very moment, however, this one’s aura had undergone a qualitative change; a flash of divine aura flickered by, and even in the face of the exaggerated appearance of Fu Qian, it did not fall short.
At least a Demigod, truly–this is too good!
Fu Qian was very satisfied at that moment.
They say that anything unusual is a sign of something sinister; the few before had no reaction, and even when sending off this “real body” the last time, there was no change as well.
And at this moment, the target transformed from Middle Tier to exuding the aura of a Demigod, giving Fu Qian every reason to suspect that he had triggered some special mechanism.
Perhaps the splitting was done?