Chapter 1164
Cui Ming Steps on the Source Map
"Aaaaaaaahh ...
bump!!!!
The next second, before the shrill scream could fully erupt, Rokubun Gigendo was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string! Because Cui Ming's fist had already struck his face faster, the fist deeply embedded in his distorted cheek, the force so great that it almost pierced his face.
With the immense impact, Rokubungi Gendo's cheeks instantly began to deform and cave in, his nose broke, his mouth was torn, and his white teeth, mixed with bright red blood, flew out one after another, splattering onto the ground with a crisp sound. His body flew uncontrollably backward, creating a gust of wind, crashing heavily into the wall behind him, and then falling heavily to the ground with a dull thud.
Before he could even struggle to his feet, Cui Ming had already teleported above him, his feet slightly apart, knees slightly bent, his eyes cold and devoid of any warmth. Then, with a powerful thrust of his legs, Cui Ming slammed his fist into Liu Fen Yi Yuan Tang's chest!
bump!!!!
"Pfft!!!"
Rokubungi Gendo coughed up a mouthful of blood, mixed with fragments of broken internal organs. His body, like a piece of paper, was kicked deep into the ground. The attack was ruthless enough; the enormous impact instantly cracked the ground beneath his feet, spreading out like a spider web, with gravel falling down and the entire hall trembling slightly.
Cui Ming stood firmly on the chest of Liu Fen Yi Yuan Tang, looking down at him with no pity in his eyes. His tone was calm but carried an undeniable ruthlessness: "Since you provoked me first, then I won't be polite. Don't worry, I have a new trick up my sleeve this time."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Cui Ming moved. He slightly raised his toes and gently touched Rokubun Gigendo's chest with the soles of his feet. Immediately afterward, a light yet powerful rhythm began to play—Cui Ming was actually standing directly on Rokubun Gigendo's body and starting to tap dance!
Rat-a-tat-tat! Rat-a-tat-tat!
Crisp yet heavy footsteps rang out alternately, the rhythm brisk yet carrying a devastating force. Cui Ming's feet moved nimbly, alternating between stepping, tiptoeing, and pausing, each step landing precisely on Rokubun Gigendo's chest, abdomen, and ribs without the slightest deviation. His movements were crisp and clean, full of the rhythm of tap dance, but on Rokubun Gigendo, they were a deadly torment.
Rokubungi Gendo was convulsing under the weight of the trampling, his chest heaving violently. With each stomp, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, his throat gurgling like a broken bellows. His ribs were already crushed, making clear "crackling" sounds. His body was constantly being crushed, the cracks in the ground widening, and blood spread along the cracks, staining large areas of the ground red.
With each stomp of Cui Ming's foot, Rokubun Gigendo's body shuddered violently, his features contorted in agony, his eyes bloodshot, yet he lacked even the strength to struggle. He could only futilely open his mouth, emitting a piercing, distorted scream, its broken sound drowned out by the crisp thud of his foot. His face was contorted with pain and despair, blood and foam continuously gushing from the corners of his mouth. The madness in his eyes gradually gave way to deathly stillness, leaving only a deep-seated agony and resentment.
Cui Ming remained unmoved, his footsteps continuing unabated, the rhythm growing louder and more frequent, like a cruel symphony being played.
Each step was powerful, causing Rokubun Gigendo's body to tremble violently. Shards of stone and blood splattered everywhere. His limbs began to twitch uncontrollably, and his breath grew weaker and weaker.
But Cui Ming's tap dance showed no sign of stopping—this was his response to the provocateur, decisive, ruthless, and merciless. And you know what? It was really exhilarating! The tapping of Cui Ming's feet didn't cease, but an indescribable sense of exhilaration welled up within him. He didn't know why, but beating up this guy, Liu Fen Yi Yuan Tang, was becoming increasingly addictive, the pleasure shooting straight to the top of his head.
No longer holding back, Cui Ming increased the force of his footwork, each step heavier and more ruthless than before. The originally light and quick stomping sound became dull and impactful. With each stomp, Rokufen Gigendō's body trembled violently, and blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth, splattering all over the ground.
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In a corner of the hall, a slender yet upright figure stood quietly. A woman silently watched everything before her, her expression calm and undisturbed, without uttering a sound or revealing any extraneous emotions.
Her name is Naoko Akagi, Ritsuko's mother. At this moment, she is wearing a white lab coat from the research institute, with a somewhat detached indifference in her eyes. Her gaze is fixed on Rokubun Gigendo, who is being trampled underfoot by Choi Ming and is in a sorry state. She feels no sympathy for him, but only a thought quietly arises in her mind: It's quite amazing.
Once so arrogant and ambitious, always projecting an air of complete control, Rokubun Gigendo now resembles a clown, utterly helpless and trampled underfoot, howling in despair and displaying its ugly side. It truly looks like a clown.
Akagi Naoko's gaze lingered for only a moment before Cui Ming, focused on "venting," keenly noticed it. Cui Ming subconsciously raised his eyes and glanced towards the corner. After recognizing Akagi Naoko, he didn't pause at all, nor did his expression change. He merely glanced at her briefly before immediately looking away and continuing to kick Rokubun Gigendo with undiminished force.
Watching or observing is no match for kicking Rokufen Gigendo – beating this guy up is definitely the most satisfying thing!
He kicked for a while longer, until the breath of the six-part Yiyuan Hall beneath his feet was so weak that it was almost gone and he could no longer even let out a wail. Only then did Cui Ming stop, move his ankle, and show a look of satisfaction on his face—finally, he felt comfortable kicking him.
He took out his phone and, very "kindly," dialed the emergency number, calmly reporting the address and situation. After hanging up, he glanced down at the dying Rokufen Gigendo and muttered to himself: After all, it wouldn't be fun if he died. Keeping him alive might give me another chance to have some fun later.
After hanging up the ambulance call, Cui Ming bent down, grabbed Rokubun Gigendo by the back of his collar, and dragged him up, deliberately keeping him face down. He pulled him along the ground, sliding him out of the research institute. The ground screeched as Rokubun Gigendo's cheek scraped against the pavement, covered in dust, gravel, and blood. He didn't even have the strength to struggle, and could only hang his head in vain, making weak hoarse sounds.
Reaching the trash cans at the entrance of the research institute, Cui Ming stopped and glanced at the row of trash cans. He deliberately picked the dirtiest and smelliest one—it was filled with rotting kitchen waste, the sour and rancid smell of which could make people wrinkle their noses even from several meters away.
Without a word, he released his grip on Sextant's collar, instead pressing down on the back of his head and forcefully shoving Sextant's head into the stinkiest garbage can. With a "plop," Sextant's mouth and nose were instantly filled with rotting garbage, the sour stench filling his nasal cavity and throat, causing his body to convulse violently. However, Cui Ming held him down tightly, not even giving him a chance to lift his head and breathe, only able to let out muffled, painful whimpers.
Cui Ming held his head down for a few seconds, and when he released his hand, he himself frowned at the strong stench. He looked down at his clothes—when he was dragging and pressing his head down, his clothes were covered in garbage scraps and stench, which was extremely pungent.
Without further hesitation, he tore off his clothes, crumpled them into a ball, and threw them into the nearby trash can, clapping his hands in disgust.
It stinks! The smell is disgusting, even just having it on my skin makes me nauseous. (End of Chapter)