Gamers Are Fierce

Li Ang crossed his arms over his chest. Even with the double protection of the Dusk Cloak and the Red Mane Coat, the force of this kick still sent him flying, his feet carving two long grooves into the ground.

"So, even if I hadn't lured you into attacking me, you'd have killed to keep your secrets, right?"

Nelson maintained his kicking stance and said, "How could someone like you remain indifferent after someone else has heard your secrets? But tell me, why are you so intent on killing your own relatives, even your mother?"

Li Ang fell silent, lowering his crossed arms, and took a deep breath.

"Not going to say, huh?"

Nelson shook his head. "No matter. Once I crack open your skull, I can naturally find the answers inside. I Believe your brain must be hiding many delectable secrets. Heh, the good thing about being a Butler is getting to enjoy it all beforehand..."

Before Nelson could finish, he was abruptly interrupted.

Li Ang's muscles began to twitch and bulge unnaturally, his chest, arms, and legs inflating rapidly as if they were being pumped with air.

CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.

The sound of his bones shifting was incessant. Nelson watched, stupefied, as Li Ang, once lean, now grew huge and muscular, the clear contours of his muscle definition visible even through the Dusk Cloak and the Red Mane Coat.

Li Ang's face was covered in vein-like bulges, twitching uncontrollably and looking deeply unstable, giving his expressions a ferocious and horrifying appearance, like that of a demon.

Peering beneath the Red Mane Coat, one would see Li Ang's skin flushed red, his capillaries all ruptured, blood and sweat flowing continually. All the while, those powerful muscle fibers disintegrated, repaired, disintegrated, and repaired themselves.

Ever since obtaining the Origin of Life, Li Ang had been conducting all kinds of experimental modifications, not just on the Bug Clan's biological weapons, but also on himself in search of ways to Enhance Body.

Outwardly, he still looked like a normal person, but inside, he was completely different from ordinary humans, with a second lung, a second heart, a reserve stomach, enhanced muscle fibers, and high-strength bones.

These modifications added so much weight to his body that he had to be extremely careful when taking the elevator or riding the bus.

It wasn't until he acquired the Divine Mark, along with the Blessed Spring Water, that Li Ang saw progress in his stagnated personal enhancement projects. The Swamp God's Divine Mark could quickly heal injuries and spur the growth of plants.

The only thing holding back Li Ang's further transformation was the appearance of his human shape. With the Divine Mark, he could implant plant fibers beneath his skin, merging them with his muscles to create a network.

This way, he could keep enhancing his body beneath a human facade and, when necessary, release his body in a certain way.

The muscular form he had now was less of an evolution and more a return to normal—usually, Li Ang used the plant fiber network to restrain and suppress his own power.

This practice was extremely dangerous. A slight miscalculation could result in him overexerting himself and destroying his own body in the process of releasing his power. Li Ang had only dared to try these modifications after he obtained the safety net of the Blessed Spring Water.

The results were also extremely significant.

In this form, Li Ang's body strength reached an incredible level; his power, agility, and constitution scores shot up to 14. The overwhelming force was so much that he felt a fluttery, unstable urge, as if he couldn't contain it.

Li Ang squeezed his now-thicker palms, exhaled a cloudy breath, and twisted his neck back and forth. "Whew... Holding it in is really uncomfortable. Feels a bit better now."

A wave of icy fear washed over Nelson from head to toe. "What is going on with you—"

"Curiosity," Li Ang interrupted, his tone indifferent. "It can kill a cat."

Before the words fell, his figure suddenly became ethereal, shooting out like lightning.

When he rushed in front of Nelson, he materialized again and slammed his fist into the chest of the headless monster.

BOOM!

The punch drove Nelson's face into his chest and burst his eyes, forcing him to shriek in agonizing pain, no longer calm and composed.

How could this happen? How is it possible?

Fear and confusion filled the brain of the House of Integrity's Butler, who, relying on memory, kicked out in the direction of Li Ang with all his might.

This kick was the strongest Nelson could muster, yet Li Ang stood firm, taking the blow without moving, taking half a step back while his hands, like iron pincers, firmly grasped Nelson's ankle.

Nelson, plunged into darkness, felt his ankle seized. Sensing trouble, he attempted to struggle as his world spun and intense pain shot through his back.

Li Ang, slamming him heavily onto the ground, stepped on Nelson's chest with one foot, released his grip on the ankle, grabbed his thigh, and pulled hard!

RRRIP.

Nelson's left leg was torn off, his howls almost piercing through the entire house.

"Where is she?" Li Ang asked, his deep voice resonating above Nelson.

"I don't know! I don't know!" Nelson screamed. "I'm telling the truth. Lies are not permitted inside the House of Integrity..."

RRRIP.

Li Ang tore off Nelson's right leg, veins violently protruding on his face. "How do I find her?"

"I don't know! If there's no new contestant, I would have to search the entire House of Integrity..."

Li Ang glanced at the broadcast hall. "Disable this place."

"I can't do that! The award ceremony isn't finished; the broadcast hall mode won't switch back."

Li Ang interrupted, "Killing you should do the trick, right?"

"..."

Nelson was as stiff as a goose whose neck had been grabbed. He could feel two palms slowly prying open his jaws.

MMMPH! MMMPH! MMMPH!

The Butler of the House of Integrity struggled violently, yet Li Ang's movements were precise and steady, slowly, little by little, tearing open Nelson's mouth, splitting his entire chest in two.

THUD.

Nelson's bisected remains landed on the ground. Li Ang took a deep breath, his muscular body still twitching abnormally.

Miss Chai, having finished her slaughter, floated over slowly. Her hands were equally stained with crimson, yet she paid no attention to her appearance, instead gazing at Li Ang with worried eyes.

"I'm fine."

Li Ang shook his head, his burly body once again becoming emaciated, the quivering muscles settling into silence. "Just need to rest a bit."

Releasing his power placed a significant strain on his body, which was usually tightly constrained. He had to continuously use Swamp God Power to control the plant fibers and keep the swelling muscles in check. Otherwise, his body would self-destruct. In just this short time, Li Ang's Swamp God Power had already been largely depleted.

But all of this was worth it.