Chen Yifei couldn't help but swallow hard.
The fleeting shadow that darted out of Zhao Yi's shadow was too fast for him to discern what it was, so he simply shot it to smithereens with one blast... Now, upon closer inspection of these monsters, he felt an inexplicable sense of delight.
They were like the roasted turkeys at Thanksgiving, waddling towards him of their own accord, except these turkeys stood over two meters tall.
Were all the disasters that emerged from the Gray Realm this appetizing?
[Audience Expectation Value +8]
Chen Yifei reconsidered and felt something was off. Zhao Yi had described a giant centipede in the factory, but how did it turn into meat chickens after hatching from eggs?
However, now was not the time for deep contemplation. Those burly meat chickens were advancing towards him, and Chen Yifei could sense a faint sense of oppression emanating from them... These chickens were at least first-tier creatures.
"One, two, three... six, seven, eight... Eight of them?"
If nothing unexpected happened, all the disasters currently plaguing Cold Frost Street had been drawn to him.
Chen Yifei narrowed his eyes slightly...
"Why are these monsters so disgusting?" whispered the middle-aged woman as she peeked out the window, her face paler than before. "Can Chen Yifei win?"
Mr. Xu's expression was also grim. After all, Chen Yifei had just been promoted to law enforcer and was facing so many monsters at once. He seemed to be at a disadvantage, yet for some reason, Mr. Xu felt that Chen Yifei was even more formidable than these creatures.
Similar concerns echoed in the hearts of the other residents of Cold Frost Street. They peered nervously through their windows at the battlefield shrouded in fog, their hearts pounding out of their chests.
Under everyone's gaze, Chen Yifei, cloaked in his black trench coat, moved. He slowly raised his dagger...
And plunged it into his own abdomen!
The crowd: ???
[Audience Expectation Value +5]
After one stab, Chen Yifei didn't think it was enough. He stabbed himself again, this time between his lower abdomen and ribs. The dagger's blade turned bright red, and before the battle had even begun, he was already injured.
Scarlet blood gushed out, staining the clothes beneath his trench coat. Chen Yifei's lips curled into a faint smile...
These three stabs caused him no pain but instead an inexplicable tingling sensation. He could feel an endless flow of power surging within him, and his five senses were several times sharper than usual. In this moment, the eight figures rushing towards him seemed to move in slow motion.
Was this the power of the [Blood Cloak]?
Chen Yifei's self-mutilation and eerie smile left the residents of Cold Frost Street stunned and bewildered.
They had never seen anyone stab themselves before a fight. Those three deep stabs, one after another, would have left an ordinary person writhing in agony, yet Chen Yifei showed no sign of pain, only a sense of pleasure.
At first glance, this scene was bizarre, yet somehow fitting for Chen Yifei, who was known to feast on human hearts.
Was this some sinister ritual before battle? Or a sacrifice to some evil entity?
Suddenly, the residents felt that compared to the terrifying shadow centipedes, Chen Yifei himself seemed even more frightening.
The eight shadow centipedes churned through the fog, hurtling towards the bloodied Chen Yifei at breathtaking speed. In the blink of an eye, the figure in blood darted out, kicking the lead centipede into the fog!
Chen Yifei moved with the speed of a high-speed train. When his foot connected with the shadow centipede, the sheer force almost crushed it, sending it flying dozens of meters away with a roar.
The cold glint of the dagger whirled in Chen Yifei's hand as he parried a biting centipede. Its myriad of long legs clawed towards Chen Yifei, but he dodged them effortlessly.
He raised his gun, aimed at the wriggling dark red hole on the black head, and pulled the trigger repeatedly!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three bullets pierced the centipede's head, causing it to twist and curl up in place before going still.
Knowing that many eyes were upon him, Chen Yifei refrained from using [Tribunal] or [Formless], opting instead for the less recognizable [Dance of Carnage]. Even if he employed it, the ordinary people watching might not comprehend it, so he relied solely on it and the [Blood Cloak] for his ferocious melee combat.
Chen Yifei turned to face the three meat chickens charging at him simultaneously. Without any defensive posture, he charged forward, allowing their sharp claws and beaks to puncture his body, leaving countless bloody holes that pinned him in place.
The residents of Cold Frost Street watching from their windows held their breath.
Pierced by the long legs of three shadow centipedes, Chen Yifei sneered and, despite his injuries, plunged his dagger into one centipede's head before jamming the barrel of his gun into another's mouth and pulling the trigger. Both centipedes fell lifeless to the ground.
"These measly meat chickens think they can kill me??"
Chen Yifei grasped the centipede that had impaled him, one hand around its head and the other around its leg. With the formidable strength granted by the [Blood Cloak], he lifted it into the air and slowly tore it apart. The centipede wriggled frantically before Chen Yifei roared and ripped it in half!
The stench of rancid blood and entrails filled the air as the bloodied Chen Yifei gazed down at the half-eaten drumstick in his hand, suddenly feeling an urge to take a bite...
He swallowed hard and resisted.
He didn't like eating raw meat.
Chen Yifei casually tossed the half-eaten carcass aside and glared coldly at the remaining three meat chickens. In a blur, he transformed into a bloody shadow and charged once more!
The fog-enshrouded street was deathly silent except for the sounds of flesh being torn apart. The residents peeking through their windows felt their stomachs churn violently, their faces twisted in disgust.
"Ugh!"
Mr. Xu's wife couldn't take it any longer and rushed to the bathroom, vomiting on the spot.
Chen Yifei's battle was gruesomely bloody, especially the scene of him tearing the centipede in half, with its entrails spilling everywhere. Worst of all, Chen Yifei had even cradled the centipede's head in his arms, seemingly reveling in the moment.
[Audience Expectation Value +7]
Perhaps finding the dagger and gun insufficient, Chen Yifei abandoned his weapons altogether and began slaughtering with his bare hands. His bloodstained black trench coat fluttered through the fog as the shrill screams of the shadow centipedes echoed one after another.