Chapter Fifteen: The Blue Boss and the Crimson-Haired Stinger—Please Vote and Add to Favorites

With such thoughts in mind, Liang Jing remained confident in himself. Possessing so many unique abilities—especially the power to gain the essence of life from defeating monsters and to see his own physical statistics in real time—he was certain that, in the future, he would be able to create the most supreme martial art, achieving the best cultivation results. He would break through the limits of humanity, continually ascending to new heights. There would never be a strongest, only stronger.

As the slaughter continued, Liang Jing had already killed at least two hundred bloodsucking flies with his own hands. The strange stench from the corpses of these flies began to fill the entire office, causing everyone inside to wrinkle their brows in disgust. Before mutation, these flies were so small that no one really noticed them; they just seemed to love landing and feeding on filth and rot. But now, after swelling to countless times their original size, the bizarre odor from the dirty, putrid substances clinging to their bodies had intensified a thousandfold. Especially when imagining what these flies had previously consumed, it became unbearable both mentally and physically.

Unexpectedly, it was Lü Fengsheng, the man in the short-sleeved shirt, who first succumbed, retching incessantly in the corner. Even the women didn’t react as strongly as he did.

Gradually, even the mutated and evolved bloodsucking flies, with their limited intelligence, began to sense danger. They stopped attacking the room guarded by the two “demons” and, with a buzzing chorus, scattered and fled.

Everyone inside breathed a sigh of relief as the swarm dispersed. Even though Liang Jing had demonstrated overwhelming strength, the sight and sound of the dense, dark cloud of monsters had been a tremendous psychological burden. Yet now, the crowd’s awe and admiration for the stalwart, mountain-like figure standing at the doorway only deepened.

Watching the last few dozen flies retreat, Liang Jing’s eyes flashed with a hint of regret, but he quickly dismissed it—after all, even if he killed every last one, it wouldn’t be enough to push his strength to a value of twelve. It was just a minor loss. Suddenly, he realized that now might be the perfect opportunity: if he went out alone, even if the remaining flies regrouped in the spacious workshop, they wouldn’t pose a threat. Later, when collecting the steel beads, he didn’t want to reveal his secrets.

Yes, that’s it!

“I’m going out for a bit. You three, keep a close watch on them—if they try anything, kill them,” Liang Jing ordered Zhang Hu and the others, whose faces were still pale.

“Yes, boss.”

“Boss, be careful out there. If you can’t handle it, come back and we’ll figure something out.”

They voiced no objections. Going outside with so many mutated creatures around, they’d only drag him down.

“Alright, close the door behind me and block it,” Liang Jing replied calmly, shaking off the fluids clinging to his clothes. Gripping his short blade, he summoned the mutated blackback dog (now a zombie) and strode outside.

Before leaving, Liang Jing gave Lü Fengsheng a meaningful look, warning him to behave himself and not to get any ideas.

Lü Fengsheng, startled by the cold gaze, trembled as if his thoughts had been laid bare. The scheme that had just formed in his mind instantly dissolved, and he dared not plot any further. He had been considering cozying up to Liang Jing’s men, thinking that with guns on their side, they’d have nothing to fear from Liang Jing. But now it was clear things were not that simple. If he failed, the consequences would be dire; trying anything now would be like looking for something in a public latrine.

Walking through the vast workshop, Liang Jing occasionally swung his short blade, cutting down the mindless flies that charged at him. There were far fewer now, and he could feel his strength was about to break through to a value of twelve. If only he had another hundred or two of these flies to kill, the breakthrough would be imminent.

Buzzing roared from all directions, even above his head.

“Not good!”

A deafening hum surrounded him—at least a hundred or two hundred flies, just as he’d been thinking of earlier. But this was the worst possible time for them to appear. In this wide, open workshop, there was no advantageous terrain.

Escape!

Liang Jing quickly determined his course of action. Unlike at the office door, where he had only faced one or two flies at a time and could kill them slowly—even a thousand wouldn’t have troubled him—now, flies swarmed from every direction and above. His leather outfit didn’t provide all-around protection, and the monstrous tide sweeping toward him was too much to handle at once. He could guard his front and sides, but not his rear or overhead. If he was engulfed by the swarm, he’d stand no chance of resistance.

The maddening buzz shook his ears. Muscles tensed, he burst forward like an arrow from a bow, racing toward the office.

Disaster!

Suddenly, he realized his retreat had been cut off by an even larger mass of flies—twice as many as anywhere else. Liang Jing’s face changed. Damn, this felt like stumbling straight into an ambush.

No, something was wrong! There had to be a highly intelligent mutated creature commanding them. Taking advantage of a small gap, Liang Jing and the zombie blackback dog fought back to back, his eyes darting around, searching for the hidden commander.

Where was it?

Then, he saw it: among the swarm, a fly twice the size of the others, its entire body a grisly gray-red, nearly two meters long, bristling with spiny gray-red hairs on every limb. Its two compound eyes were red and uneven, sickening to behold.

“Red-Spined Fly: Blue Boss, Level 8. Mutated due to environmental factors, driven by a mania for fresh blood. Carries viruses and bacteria, possesses a certain intelligence, and controls the bloodsucking flies.”

“Go!”

With a thought, Liang Jing commanded the zombie blackback dog to attack the Red-Spined Fly, and he followed, even faster.

Bite!

Bang!

A piercing shriek rang out. The Red-Spined Fly, caught off guard by Liang Jing’s ferocity, lost half a wing to his blade, then was sent flying by a brutal collision from the zombie dog.

As it shrieked, the surrounding flies threw themselves in front of their boss, blocking Liang Jing’s path. The Red-Spined Fly itself retreated, no longer daring to act brave now that it realized how dangerous its enemy was. With one wing crippled, it could no longer fly, only stagger backward, buzzing across the floor.

Liang Jing hadn’t expected such a weak performance from a Blue Boss. Though not high-level, it was still supposed to be a boss, yet it was far less formidable than the Green Elite Steelspine Beast. It seemed that the mutation had given it intelligence and command over the flies, but its own combat strength was lacking.

For a boss to be sent flying by the zombie blackback dog was rather disgraceful, even if the dog’s strength had increased after its transformation.

Seeing the horde of flies recklessly hurling themselves at him from all sides, clearly under a death order from their leader, Liang Jing’s anger flared. So you won’t let me leave? Then die!

He stopped thinking of escape.

Swish! Swish! Swish!