Chapter 725 One-Punch Man: I Killed Feng Mu
Moreover, the waves are becoming increasingly violent at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Initially, it may have been just a ripple in the lake. Although it was turbulent, the waves were only three to five meters high and were still within a controllable range.
Gradually, the lake merged into the river, and the scale and power of the waves suddenly increased, creating raging waves tens of meters high, surging and roaring with unstoppable force.
Then, as the river flows into the sea, the fist's intent transforms into an overwhelming tsunami!
A destructive wave, tens of meters high, carrying a terrifying will to crush everything, poured down on Feng Mu with each punch, relentlessly and endlessly!
Each punch felt like the weight of the entire ocean concentrated into a single point!
With one punch, the air within a radius of several meters around Feng Mu shattered and twisted like fragile glass, making a cracking sound as it couldn't bear the weight.
The ground beneath his feet was as if it had been repeatedly plowed by a super typhoon. The turf was completely torn off, and the soil and gravel were sucked up and rolled up by the terrifying pressure, forming a mixed tornado that shot straight up to a height of more than ten meters.
Feng Mu stood in the eye of the storm and tsunami, his body still steady, but his clothes were being torn and fluttering by the violent air currents.
In a daze, it seemed as if I really saw a terrifying giant standing tall and firm, swinging a giant fist formed from the entire ocean, smashing down on me endlessly, again and again.
Feng Mu raised his head, and a hint of something extraordinary flashed in his pupils behind his glasses.
"Breaking the limits of basic boxing techniques?"
No, the system panel clearly shows that the skill level cap for basic fist techniques is 'Perfect,' there's no 'Breakthrough' option at all.
He murmured softly, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
"This is a bit unexpected."
Deep within Feng Mu's pupils, beneath his glasses, a sinister, inhuman light seemed to emerge.
The phantom images of three tomoe slowly rotated and appeared in his eyes, not to activate some kind of eye technique, but because he instinctively wanted to "see" more clearly and thoroughly.
He saw in Zhang Shenyi a future in martial arts that was completely different from his own, and even one that he had never imagined before.
This was his most unexpected surprise today!
Feng Mu grinned so wide his mouth almost reached his ears, and shouted loudly, his voice full of encouragement and...urging:
"Very good! Excellent! Zhang Shenyi! You have not disappointed me!"
As he spoke, his blocking movements suddenly quickened, his claws becoming even more ferocious, colliding with the blood-red fist shadow to create even more intense sparks.
"But this is far from enough to kill me!"
His gaze sharpened, like that of the most demanding mentor:
"Your punches! Faster! Faster... Let me see if you can go any faster! Let me see... where your limits are!!!"
Zhang Shenyi threw punches wildly, disregarding everything. His emotions seemed to be completely synchronized with his fists, becoming increasingly violent and furious.
With each punch Zhang Shenyi threw, his anger was not vented, but rather seemed to be fueled by more firewood, burning even more fiercely and violently.
When he threw a punch that unleashed a tsunami-like wave, the bloodshot veins in his eyes seemed to truly ignite, transforming into molten lava.
The crimson light almost overflowed from his eyes.
He kept throwing punches, angrily throwing punches, and throwing punches with increasing rage!
And his punching speed, just as Feng Mu had "expected," maintained its initial terrifying acceleration, gradually and steadily increasing...
"Sizzle—!"
The hair on his arms was the first to give way and spontaneously combusted.
The veins throbbed violently beneath the skin, as if what flowed within them was no longer blood, but rather scorching, spewing lava.
A normal person's punching speed has a physiological limit, and it will only get slower as physical strength is depleted.
But Zhang Shenyi is not.
His punching speed was indeed increasing little by little in an outrageously steady manner, each punch being slightly faster than the last, but it was definitely accelerating.
How many punches has Zhang Shenyi thrown in this short exchange?
One thousand punches? Two thousand punches? Or has it already exceeded ten thousand?
Feng Mu did not count, nor did he need to.
All he knew was that with his extraordinary physique of 43 points, his arms began to ache from the high frequency and intensity of continuous blocking and dodging.
Zhang Shenyi, however, continued to accelerate his punches!
His punching speed at this moment was more than three times that of when he first started.
To be honest, if we disregard all other abilities and simply compare the speed of his straight-line punches, Zhang Shenyi has already surpassed Feng Mu without using any special skills.
Feng Mu is a man with 43 points of agility.
Feng Mu didn't know how many Zhang Shenyi had, but he figured they couldn't be as agile as him; otherwise, the other party would have been able to save Ahe back then.
In a matter of seconds, every frame was filled with the surging power of his punches, and his punching speed finally reached its limit.
This is not the end of his punching speed, nor the limit of his punching intent.
His punches have no limits. As long as his anger remains and he can still throw punches, there is no concept of limit to his punches.
The next punch will always be faster, stronger, and more ferocious than the last!
It's completely unscientific, but this is the martial arts intent that gives Zhang Shenyi the confidence to crush any enemy.
That is—One-Punch Man's Way!!!
However, while the intent of boxing may disregard science and transcend common sense, his body, the mortal flesh that bears his will and power, must still submit to the rules of the material world.
The strength of bones, the toughness of muscles, the extensibility of fascia, the speed of nerve conduction, and even the flow of blood and the metabolism of cells... all of these have physiological limits that mortals cannot overcome.
Just like now, in a few seconds of extreme burst, his punching speed has already soared to four times the original speed.
What a terrifying concept this is!
This means that the kinetic energy and impact of his punches are increasing exponentially.
How fast is four times the punch speed?
It was so fast that it clearly surpassed Feng Mu's normal punching speed. Even when Feng Mu activated 1/4 slow dynamic vision, the image on his retina was almost a blurry afterimage, stretching into a devastating blood-red curtain of fists.
Of course, the cost will inevitably be severe and obvious.
The thick body hair on Zhang Shenyi's arms, unable to withstand the intense friction with the air, spontaneously combusted and turned to ashes.
Immediately afterwards, his skin, like a parched riverbed, began to show spiderweb-like cracks. The tightly packed, highly compressed muscle fibers under his skin, like springs twisted to their limit and about to break, also showed signs of breaking.
The scalding hot blood, brimming with surging energy, had just gushed out from the crack when it was instantly vaporized by the terrifying heat, turning into wisps of scarlet mist that swirled around the fist.
If he continues to accelerate recklessly like this, it is still unknown whether he can kill Feng Mu, but Zhang Shenyi will definitely kill himself first.
(The body seems to be wailing: "I'm sorry, Master, I was too scientific and held back your fighting spirit~")
(The furious fist roars: "Weak body, stop talking nonsense! Feel the anger, watch me carry you to victory!")
Then, Zhang Shenyi's bones and muscles emitted strange crackling sounds, like a bucket of cold water being poured into hot oil.
More blood vapor rose from his pores, so thick that it almost enveloped his entire body, and the blood-red phantom became more solid, like a burning blood-red armor.
His once short, sharp hair, which stood up like steel needles, could no longer withstand the intense heat from the inside out. It first became charred and then quickly turned to ash, revealing his shiny scalp.
Combined with his two equally bald eyebrows, he now exuded an indescribable... aura of unparalleled bald powerhouse.
Zhang Shenyi, staring at the eyebrowless man, frantically swung his fist, when suddenly there was an extremely brief and abrupt pause.
He exhaled two long, blazing white streams of air from his nostrils, and his chest, which had been puffed out from inhalation, rapidly deflated at a visible speed, as if he were gathering all the remaining breath and strength in his body into the final punch he was about to unleash.
He roared at Feng Mu:
"Take this final punch and die—!!!"
boom!!!!
Feng Mu suddenly looked up and could clearly feel the surrounding air, which seemed to have been given substance at this moment, forcibly compressed and solidified.
The surging tides and raging typhoons ceased to flow, transforming into a square, indestructible, transparent cage that completely locked off the space around him, imprisoning him like an insect in amber, unable to move!
In the field of vision, the thousands of fists that had been flying everywhere suddenly contracted, condensed, and collapsed—ultimately transforming into a single fist, like rivers flowing into the sea and fists returning to their source.
A seemingly ordinary straight punch, like something you'd just seen for the first time in martial arts.
Yes, countless martial artists in this world, whether they are exceptionally talented or mediocre, all started their martial arts journey with a straight punch, didn't they?
There was no dazzling light, no intimidating momentum, and it was even so fast that it was silent.
However, what Feng Mu saw behind that fist was a burning meteorite falling from the sky, causing space to tremble and distort wherever it passed.
There's no escape!
There's no way to avoid it!
There's nowhere to hide!
The only option... is to tough it out?!
So Feng Mu stood still, his arms hanging naturally at his sides, and the surging energy around him subsided instantly, as if he had given up all resistance.
He tilted his head back, his face showing no fear or despair, but instead a wild, maniacal laugh.
"Ha ha ha ha--!!!"
The laughter was deafening, filled with incomprehensible pleasure and...admiration?!
"Nice punch! I like it!"
"Congratulations—you've saved your life!"
He laughed loudly and deliberately faced the iron fist that came crashing down on him.
"Pong——!!!!!"
The thunderous laughter was swallowed up by a devastating punch.
The lens couldn't even block it for a moment; it was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks and shattered into countless tiny powders.
Next, his entire face—forehead, brow bone, bridge of the nose, cheeks, lips, chin—was rapidly sunken and deformed inward like soft dough, instantly losing all its shape.
Then, there was a silent explosion!
His head, like a water balloon filled with red paint, suddenly burst open.
It transformed into a thick, impenetrable cloud of blood mist, mixed with some white bone fragments and soft tissue, which sprayed and spread radially backward.
Finally, the torso and limbs below the neck, as if melted by the high temperature, softened and twisted rapidly like a burning candle, dripping down and mixing with the soil and grass clippings to form a puddle of filth that kept expanding.
"Is he...dead?"
Zhang Shenyi stared wide-eyed at the rapidly dissolving, shapeless "corpse" before him.
The tactile feedback from the fist was incredibly real and incredibly wonderful—it was the sensation of bones shattering, flesh disintegrating, and life being completely extinguished.
The feeling he experienced before dying was no different from the countless powerful enemies he had crushed with those iron fists in the past!
It's not an illusion!
It is undoubtedly true.
So... I really killed him!
Despite Zhang Shenyi's absolute confidence in his "One-Punch Man" technique, witnessing Feng Mu turn into pus and blood under his fist filled him with a strong sense of unreality and absurdity.
There was no other reason than that Feng Mu's presence and death exerted an overwhelming sense of pressure on him, even surpassing the combined pressure of all the powerful enemies he had previously defeated.
It's not that Feng Mu's strength is the sum of all his enemies, but rather that the psychological shadow cast by Feng Mu's insane ramblings, his tendency to save and then kill, and his eccentric and manic behavior is more than ten times heavier than all the powerful enemies he has killed in the past combined.
Even their last words before death were...laughter!
This guy is a fucking lunatic, a lunatic unlike any other in the world!
Although the man was dead, the sound of his maniacal laughter seemed to still linger in his ears, refusing to dissipate.
It was as if the surrounding air had been infected with madness, to the point that even after people died, the demonic chants lingered for three days...
Wait a moment!
Zhang Shenyi suddenly felt his heart skip a beat, and a chill ran down his spine.
It doesn't seem like a hallucination of the haunting sound!
But... it really sounds like there's still a sound!
"Thump—"
A dull thud suddenly rang out.
It sounded like a giant, leather-covered drum being struck hard, or like a dead heart starting to beat again.
The sound... was coming from the melting, steaming pool of wax from the corpse!
Zhang Shenyi's eyes widened suddenly, his eyeballs almost bulging out of their sockets, staring incredulously at the pool of scarlet, viscous liquid.
Then, something unexpected happened!
The pool of "corpse fluid" seemed to come alive, suddenly contracting inwards before swelling violently at an astonishing speed, like an overinflated balloon!
In an instant, it expanded from a limp plane into a fleshy balloon with a diameter of over two meters, its surface twisting and writhing as if something was about to burst out.
"boom--!!!"
There was no time to react; the flesh-and-blood balloon, inflated to its limit, exploded with a deafening roar!
There was no fire, no loud noise, only a terrifying shockwave composed purely of energy, like the light radiation from the center of a nuclear explosion, spreading wildly in all directions in a spherical shape.
(End of this chapter)
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