Apocalyptic Flood: Sexy Beauty Neighbor's Midnight Plea for Food Chapter 1152 - 493: Crushing Zeng Guoqiang (Part 2)

Hoo——!

Before Zeng Guoqiang could utter another word, his sight grew hazy, and frightening whooshes erupted beside his ears.

Liang Yuan had no time for idle talk; he launched his assault without delay!

His body blurred into a streak, as a fearsome punch shattered the air, unleashing a thunderous roar!

The sound barrier cracked open, with gray streams swirling from Liang Yuan’s fist, crafting a menacing white shockwave.

By the moment this blow neared Zeng Guoqiang’s ear, he barely managed to respond.

In desperation, Zeng Guoqiang hastily lifted his dark green right arm, positioning it protectively beside his head!

Boom——!

A deafening blast rang out as Liang Yuan’s fist slammed squarely onto Zeng Guoqiang’s arm.

With a massive thud, Zeng Guoqiang’s entire form hurtled dozens of meters backward.

That limb, thin as a bamboo rod, quivered fiercely yet failed to endure Liang Yuan’s overwhelming 90 points of power.

After holding for three seconds, it burst apart with a splatter, turning into a bloody fog!

"Ah——"

Zeng Guoqiang unleashed a shrill cry, tumbling end over end dozens of times until a rock brought him to a stop.

He clenched his jaws, seizing the stone.

His skin transformed in an instant, his body morphing astonishingly into a Stone Man, resembling an Earth Attribute Superpower User!

The stump of his severed arm ceased bleeding right away.

Grinding his teeth, he clutched his mangled arm, forcing himself to roll away from the rock, lifting his gaze to scan around—yet Liang Yuan was nowhere in sight.

Nevertheless, the agonized wails and horrified yells of his comrades echoed around him.

And that dreaded sonic boom dragged his mind back to a failed Mutant awakening he had witnessed in a building prior to his own awakening.

Zeng Guoqiang served as the leader of the driver team at Guangfu Postal Agency.

Prior to the catastrophic flood, he was just a driver, though one with an official government role and worker benefits.

Daily, unless summoned to chauffeur the leader, he lounged in the office sipping tea and flipping through newspapers.

For years, he anticipated retirement with a solid pension, dreaming of purchasing an RV for road adventures with his wife.

Yet the massive flood arrived, shattering his idyllic post-retirement plans entirely.

Not only did he forfeit his secure employment, but his wife perished from starvation amid the deluge.

For survival, Zeng Guoqiang groveled before the leader in that building, begging for scraps of food.

Seasoned in bureaucracy, he was silver-tongued, tailoring flattery to each listener and charming the robust young subordinates.

They dubbed him Chameleon, the sly old bootlicker.

Zeng Guoqiang seethed with shame but endured; survival trumped pride—he refused to perish.

His existence shouldn’t have devolved this way; a fat pension and nationwide tours awaited him.

But he misjudged human depravity; sadists lurked among those youths, delighting in his suffering.

Once, someone captured a couple and coveted the woman.

The thug aimed to violate her forcibly, yet she chose death over surrender.

To break her, they savagely tore off her garments and summoned all to spectate.

That wasn’t the nadir; they compelled this elderly man to assault her publicly before the crowd.

Solely to inflict the utmost revulsion upon that unyielding woman.

In their view, he embodied the vilest old wretch.

Zeng Guoqiang burned with rage, but helplessness bound him.

From then on, his psyche twisted into something warped.

He too craved inflicting pain, targeting women above all.

The thrill of dominating the feeble, their sobs and supplications under him, fed his ego and lust for control.

Eventually, he awakened his superpower, akin to a true Chameleon.

By contacting any substance, he could reshape his flesh to mimic it.

Like earlier with the Fire Bamboo, his form adopted its essence.

Now, he had become stone.

Leveraging this power, he slaughtered every oppressor from his past.

Still, his twisted mindset lingered unchanged.

In time, he aligned with the Spiritual Ability Sect, a group worshiping the law of the jungle and prizing raw might.

It matched his nature flawlessly; he climbed from lowly minion to one of the seven council members in the Spiritual Ability Sect’s [Evolution Conference]!

He viewed his journey as profoundly motivating.

The awe from surrounding women and the dread in subordinates’ stares fulfilled him deeply.

Somewhere in his ascent, he erased memories of his lost wife, the terror of scraping by at rock bottom, the brushes with mortality!

But now, it all resurfaced.

With one arm obliterated, the forgotten dread of doom revived every recollection.

He wasn’t truly mighty; deep down, he remained the Chameleon, cowering before superiors, the fawning elder!

Trembling, Zeng Guoqiang lifted his head, bellowing: "No, no, don’t kill me, don’t kill me!"

"I am one of the seven council members of the Spiritual Ability Sect’s [Evolution Conference], I hold many secrets of the Spiritual Ability Sect and possess many of its technologies."

"Spare my life, and I’m willing to tell you all the secrets of the Spiritual Ability Sect!"

"Don’t kill me!"

Suddenly, a silhouette materialized overhead.

Immense pressure, akin to a humanoid Mutant Beast, crushed down on him, flooding his soul with boundless horror.

Liang Yuan peered coldly at the stone-formed elder with the shattered arm.

"The Spiritual Ability Sect... is it that great?"

"Do you think I care about the secrets of the Spiritual Ability Sect?"

He reached out, seizing Zeng Guoqiang’s throat and hoisting him aloft.

"Ughh——"

In panic, Zeng Guoqiang clawed at Liang Yuan’s wrist, thrashing wildly.

Yet the colossal grip strength proved utterly beyond his defiance!

"Everything you mention, I’ll seize directly from your Spiritual Ability Sect headquarters myself!"

"Your sole task now is to perish!"

"Let your death honor Yangshan’s fallen residents!"

Bam!

Liang Yuan’s palm tightened, veins bulging with explosive might.

Zeng Guoqiang’s stone neck offered scant defense; with a crack, it shattered!

The stone skull tumbled free, powder scattering, as head and torso reverted to flesh, blood spurting forth.

Liang Yuan raised his boot and crushed down savagely on the elder’s visage!

Bam!

Zeng Guoqiang’s head exploded into mush!

Liang Yuan glanced upward, eyes fixed on the water beyond Yangshan, where dozens of shadows gathered at Meishan Waterfront.

Some had boarded boats, others plunged beneath the waves.

A chill masked Liang Yuan’s face; his form flashed, instantly giving chase!