Through Ding Meng's telekinetic vision, he could see that the energy waves emanating from Number 50's body had already formed streaks of flame that were spreading out in all directions. Han Feng, who had been standing outside in fear, could not withstand the pressure and fainted immediately.
The corners of Number 50's mouth curled up into a smug smile. "I told you before, you really shouldn't have come here."
Ding Meng laughed. "It's a pity that I'm already here."
"Yeah, you're already here!" Number 50 was a little emotional. "To die here at such a young age, I really feel sorry for you."
As she spoke, she stepped forward. This time, her speed was very slow, but it was precisely because of this slow speed that Ding Meng's expression became even more solemn.
In his perception, the energy gathering around his opponent's pair of long legs was getting stronger and stronger. This kind of heat, rigidity, and gravitational energy gathered together to produce an extremely dense aura of suppression. The surrounding temperature was rising, the steel plates on the ground were melting, and the force field was becoming thicker and more solid. The gravitational energy caused Ding Meng's body to become much heavier. If he were to let loose and engage in a free-for-all battle, this Songqing would probably be destroyed in space.
Ding Meng secretly cast the Blue Spirit Spell and spread out his telekinetic force field. He wanted to control the range of the battle within this laboratory so that the battle would not spread to the other cabins.
Suddenly, Number 50 leapt into the air and swept her leg horizontally. The tri-colored energy plating on her high boots could be seen with the naked eye.
With a loud "bang", Ding Meng's right wrist blocked the opponent's mid-air sweep.
However, at the point where the wrist and leg collided, a tri-colored energy wave surged out and spread to the four walls of the room, disappearing completely. This was Ding Meng's telekinetic energy neutralizing the energy. If he did not set up a force field, the laboratory would have been blown apart immediately.
Number 50 suddenly spun horizontally in the air and kicked out with her other leg from an unbelievable angle. This kick was a little similar to a primitive kick to the sky. Ding Meng was slightly surprised. He raised his head decisively and a strong gust of wind formed by source energy almost brushed past the tip of his nose as it flew towards the ceiling.
Number 50's body then twisted like a snake, but her legs continued to bombard Ding Meng with a series of crackling sounds. They were all extremely strange and fierce leg techniques, forcing Ding Meng to stretch out his palms to parry them. Moreover, he was still constantly retreating.
If one were to watch the fight from the side, they would find that Number 50's legs changed so quickly that they were no longer legs. They were like two sharp blades, sometimes turning into nunchakus, sometimes into a cross, sometimes into a ring... In the end, they completely turned into a propeller, trying to strangle Ding Meng to death inside.
Seeing that Ding Meng had already retreated to the dead wall of the laboratory, Number 50's attacks did not hit him. She leapt out from the top of Ding Meng's head, pressed her palms against the steel plate and pushed. She bounced back and rode on Ding Meng's neck. Her legs intertwined as she strangled Ding Meng's throat.
This position was a little embarrassing. If it were any other man, they would probably want this beauty to use her long legs to make him enjoy himself like this. However, Ding Meng felt a huge pressure. His opponent was deliberately trying to squeeze him to death with her legs.
Ding Meng suddenly bounced up vertically. His feet kicked off the ceiling, and his whole body fell rapidly. Of course, he was in this position. If you want to squeeze me to death, I'll smash you to death.
Just as he was about to hit the ground, Number 50's body slid over his back like a water snake. On the other hand, Ding Meng himself hit the steel plate. As he slid over, Number 50 had already floated up and kicked the soles of Ding Meng's boots. The powerful energy directly sent Ding Meng flying.
In this situation, Ding Meng looked like an energy cannonball that had been launched directly in the direction of the dead wall just now.
Number 50 suddenly raised her leg on the spot. Her left leg was already above her head, and then her right leg kicked towards the sky. Her whole body spun in a circle in the air, and then she stood steadily.
But at this moment, a strong light flashed in the laboratory, and a half-curved purple Origin Energy Mirror Image flew towards Ding Meng with a whoosh. This was the real fatal blow, and also her unique skill.
When this Origin Energy Mirror Image kicked out like a blade of light, it was as if time had stopped. A second ago, it was still at the door, and the next second, it was already in front of Ding Meng's chest.
At this time, it was impossible to dodge. Ding Meng, who was flying backwards, did not panic. He chose the most violent way to deal with it, and directly kicked the blade of light with his legs. I don't care how strong you are, I'm not afraid of anyone in a head-on fight.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the combat boots came into contact with the Origin Energy Mirror Image, the blade of light split into countless small blades, like purple butterflies fluttering in the sky above the laboratory, but more like countless bright flower petals spreading out. This kind of martial technique was not simply beautiful, it even had a kind of artistic beauty.
Of course, the more beautiful and brilliant it was, the more intense the killing intent behind it.
In Number 50's vision, Ding Meng's head hit the dead steel plate with a thump. Then, like a rain of lightning, Ding Meng fell, gathered, and shot into Ding Meng's body. Ding Meng lay on the ground, seemingly motionless.
Number 50 clapped his hands, and finally revealed a proud smile. "Hehe, now you know how powerful I am. This is really not a place for a brat like you to show off. Since you've seen my true face, then you have to pay the corresponding price..."
"What price?" Ding Meng, who was on the ground, asked.
Number 50's expression suddenly changed. "You..."
"Do you think I should die?" Ding Meng slowly stood up.
Number 50 could not believe his eyes. This kid had eaten so much Origin Energy Essence, and yet he could still stand up. Other than his clothes being even more tattered, he seemed to be fine.
However, Ding Meng's appearance was indeed one step closer to that of a refugee. His clothes were no longer intact. There were holes and tears everywhere, and he looked like a ragged little beggar.
Ding Meng felt a little sorry for him. Although his clothes were not expensive, Ah Qiao had personally repaired them for him when he set off from Planet V12.
"Do you think these fancy moves of yours are going to work?" Ding Meng glared at his opponent.
Number 50's expression darkened. "You're an arrow at the end of its flight, and you still dare to show off?"
Ding Meng took a deep breath. "You're not bad, but I still say the same thing. You don't stand a chance in front of me."
At this moment, Number 50 suddenly felt an indescribably terrifying pressure coming from the front. Ding Meng's body erupted with a powerful aura that was beyond her understanding. She also felt a sharp pain on her face, as if she was being pricked by needles. This pain even affected her retinal nerves because the surrounding scenery was blurred and distorted.
Ding Meng said, "You've had enough. Now it's my turn, right?"
Not good!
Number 50 instinctively sensed that great danger was about to come!
But so what?
She could not see Ding Meng's movements at all. The only thing she could see was a bright white light.
As the light flashed, she immediately screamed and fell to the ground.
Ding Meng still used his Ding Style Hand Blade, but this time it was different. He flew close to the ground, and his arm transformed into a bright white beam of light. This was not even a Divine Light weapon, but a standard Origin Energy release. However, his speed was too fast and his energy was too strong, so Number 50 could not react in time.
At the end of the day, she and Ding Meng were not on the same level as each other if they were to fight for real.
A mid-level Battle-Saint who cultivated three elements could be considered an expert in the Empire, but compared to Ding Meng, whose Origin Energy Index exceeded 100 billion, she was like a kindergartner playing with mud in the northeast.
This hand blade did not hit anywhere else but her knee. Her knee was completely shattered, and her right leg was twisted 90 degrees in the opposite direction.
Number 50 curled up on the ground. She was in so much pain that tears fell from her eyes. She said in a trembling voice, "You... you hit me?"
Hearing her tone, it seemed like she could not believe that a peerless beauty like her would be so ruthlessly attacked.
However, this was a common problem for all beautiful women. It was always the men who doted on them, loved them, and took care of them. Even if they were opponents, they would go easy on them. However, she was unlucky to have encountered the Alloy Demon King this time.
Ding Meng looked down at her from above. "Yes, I hit you because you asked for it, so I hit you!"
Number 50 was instantly thrown into disarray. What kind of logic was this?
However, a huge wave of fear immediately swept through her entire body. If a woman like her fell into the hands of an enemy, it was easy to imagine what kind of tragic fate awaited her.
Ding Meng squatted down, pinched her chin with one hand, and forced her head up. "This time, you should tell the truth to your heart's content, right?
Let me ask you, what is your name? "
Number 50 did not answer. She only glared at him angrily. "Just kill me. Give me a quick death."
Ding Meng said calmly, "You still have a use for me!"
Number 50 seemed to realize something. Her body curled up like a shrimp.
Ding Meng seemed to know what she was thinking. He said disdainfully, "You think too much. I have no interest in you. There are only two kinds of people in my eyes. One is the dead, and the other is the people who are looking for death. I have already given you a chance, but you did not cherish it. This is the last time. Let me ask you, what is your name?"
Number 50 spat a mouthful of blood on Ding Meng's face. "Go to hell!"
"Kacha", Ding Meng mercilessly raised her hand and chopped down the knife. Her other knee was also broken.
Number 50 screamed again. The previous slash had come too quickly, so the pain was not that intense. However, this time, the pain was enough to make her want to kill herself.
"Wuwuwu …" Number 50 curled up on the ground and cried. She looked really pitiful.
However, Ding Meng did not feel pity for her. He said expressionlessly, "Alright, since you want to die, I'll fulfill your wish. However, it's impossible for you to die directly. I'll let you experience the pain of those who have been modified in such a way …"
As he spoke, he raised an index finger. The cross-shaped star on his fingertip spun as the Divine Light singularity was brought out. Ding Meng's golden finger gently pulled at the base of Number 50's thigh. Her jeans were immediately cut open, and a gash appeared on her fair skin. Purple blood immediately gushed out.
He was most familiar with the various structures of the human body. This time, he had cut open the veins in the thigh. The speed of bleeding from the veins was not as fast as that of the arteries. In addition to the miraculous effects of the Divine Light, even if she secretly channeled her Origin Energy, it would be useless. The blood and energy in her body would be continuously discharged.
Ding Meng looked at her calmly. "For a Battle-Sage expert like you, once your blood runs out, your Origin Energy molecules will also disappear. When that happens, your Origin Energy will not be able to circulate and will automatically extinguish. I'll inject some Origin Energy into your body. The more you circulate your Origin Energy, the slower your death will be. There are only a few minutes left, so you should cherish your life. When you die, I'll bury your Spirit Body with that Professor or whatever. Cultivating it into a Frog Tribe monster is not a bad choice. Doesn't the Hidden Front like to modify people? Hehe, this time, you'll have a taste of what it's like to be modified.
How wonderful … "Hearing this, Number 50 felt a chill in her heart. She had never seen anyone more ruthless than him. Not only did Ding Meng want to kill her, but he also wanted to cripple her before killing her. Finally, he would let her die in cold despair. He would not let her go even after she died.
This was a real f * cking devil!