"Sigh, I should have just found that lecherous master and gotten any weapon as a spare. Now I have to do everything myself, and I don't even dare to use good weapons. It's so frustrating!"
Despite his loud complaints, Wang Zheng's hands moved with surprising speed. Strands of spiritual energy gathered and transformed into a holy light, which then enveloped the black mist on his hands.
Seeing the black mist instantly dissolve in the holy sphere of light, Wang Zheng sighed helplessly as he looked at the data panel showing an increase of dozens of points in his spiritual energy limit.
He then casually flicked his hand, causing the holy light on his hand to shimmer and dissipate into the air, illuminating the dim warehouse.
Looking at the few mutants who were starting to feel fear as they sensed the holy light, Wang Zheng's lips curled into a strange smile.
"I'm clearly trying to help you, but you're ungrateful. And to make matters worse, I'm worried you'll be poisoned by the bone knife..."
Sigh, well, what can I do? I was born with a kind heart, so let me treat you..."
Wang Zheng probably didn't realize that, in the eyes of the mutants opposite him, he, who was still a normal human being, looked more terrifying than his various strangely shaped mutant counterparts.
Seeing the people struggling to escape at his feet, Wang Zheng rushed forward in one stride, with the six-armed strongman taking the lead.
Wang Zheng got angry just looking at his arm behind his back. Relying on his many arms and strength, he hit people without any restraint, like a pile driver.
That's only because of Wang Zheng; if it were someone with a weaker physique, they would have been beaten into internal injuries long ago.
Moreover, in the fight Wang Zheng just fought back, this guy relied on his six arms and swung his fists wildly, otherwise Wang Zheng wouldn't have been touched by the demonic aura, and he himself wouldn't have been injured by the Heart of Thorns and lost an arm.
Wang Zheng rushed forward and, before the other man could react, kicked him, knocking him to the ground.
Unexpectedly, the person braced their back with their arm on the ground and managed to stabilize themselves, then reached out to resist.
"Hey, you little brat, I can't handle you!"
Ignoring the black mist covering the guy's hands, Wang Zheng reached out and grabbed the two arms that the guy was trying to block, and "gently" twisted and flicked them.
"Awoo~~!"
The six-armed strongman cried out in pain, his arms immediately went limp and drooped down, and he could no longer support himself, collapsing to the ground.
Wang Zheng skillfully cast a holy light on himself to dispel the black mist, then hooked his foot on the six-armed mutant's body and flipped it over, before firmly stepping on the mutant's back.
Seeing that the other person was still resisting despite having only three arms left on their back, Wang Zheng immediately lost his temper.
"Damn it, you dare to lay a hand on me! You think you're so great just because you have hands?"
Wang Zheng then grabbed the guy's other two arms and pulled them back forcefully...
"I'll call you Handy, I'll call you Handy..."
"Gala gala..."
With a few crisp cracking sounds, the two arms immediately bent and twisted in the middle, like broken braids.
The pale bone fragments were exposed, and bright red blood flowed from his wrist, dripping onto the floor and rolling into tiny beads on a thick layer of dust.
Looking at the other party's last two arms, one of which was corroded up to the elbow by his own black mist, and the other arm also seemed to be affected, not only becoming shriveled but also twitching continuously.
Wang Zheng decided to go all the way and grabbed a pair of withered arms, tearing them apart forcefully.
With a tearing sound, dark red blood gushed out from his back. If Wang Zheng hadn't been somewhat immune to filth, he would have been covered in blood.
Wang Zheng looked at the two bloody holes on the back of the six-armed... no, four-armed mutant and nodded in satisfaction.
"That's much more balanced now."
...
Seeing the other person writhing on the ground in pain, letting out shrill screams, Wang Zheng grew impatient and kicked him in the chin.
This was comparable to a C-level awakened mutant. It flew out like a dead dog, rolled several times on the ground, and finally crashed into the wall, losing consciousness.
As for exorcising demons with holy light, that's a last resort; there's no rush now.
Wang Zheng casually tossed the two arms he was holding aside, clapped his hands lightly, and glanced at the mutants who had already run away in fright, a flash of savagery in his eyes...
After that six-armed strongman, the next "lucky one" was that towering strongman.
Who told him to be so strong and have such a striking physique?
Despite his iron-blue skin, hard muscles, and excellent defense, making him look exactly like a zombie, he still looks like a zombie.
However, this is relative; such defense is clearly insufficient in Wang Zheng's hands.
With Wang Dashao already at the limit of 99 points of strength for an Awakened, he's hardly any better than someone made of paper.
Wang Zheng simply chased after it and punched it twice, causing its chest to cave in, its bones to shatter, and it to spit out mouthfuls of internal organs mixed with blood.
This was without Wang Zheng using his full strength. If he really used his full strength, wouldn't he smash it into a rotten watermelon?
Uh... it really was just those two punches.
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