Chapter 886 - 340: Divine Bone Fragrance, Heavenly Aroma Tempts the Mortal Tongue, Mortal Eyes Touch the Spirit’s Remains, Hunger Ignites to Feast on Clouds! (2)
Beneath that layer of bronze skin.
There seemed to lurk a resilience beyond comprehension.
Shi Hao stood still dozens of meters away.
He seemed to realize that this pure confrontation could not destroy the equally non-human opponent before him.
Crack... crack...
A faint sound of breaking emerged.
Under Fang Qingyu’s cold gaze, the hard dark-gray metallic mask on Shi Hao’s face suddenly split open a crack from the brow.
Then, like a chain reaction, web-like fissures instantly spread.
Slam!
Mask fragments peeled off, falling to the shattered ground below.
A face was exposed under the glaring dome lights.
However... the entire arena instantly plunged into an eerie silence.
Hundreds of thousands of eyes, fixedly focused on that face.
That was not a human face.
The skin appeared in a lifeless pure black.
No trace of blood, no texture, smooth as polished metal, yet with a flesh-like quality.
Within this pure blackness, only those eyes.
The whites of the eyes appeared particularly glaring, like poor-quality white jade embedded in black ore.
Hollow, cold.
No emotional fluctuation belonging to humans.
This was definitely not a tattoo or paint; it was the color of the skin itself!
"Ugh..."
"My God... what the hell is that?!"
After a brief dead silence, came countless voices of confusion and gasping.
Even the audience accustomed to the bizarre existences of the City of Injustice was stunned by this inhuman face, a chill rushing from their tailbone straight to their Celestial Spirit.
"What’s going on?!"
"Is he... is he still human?!"
"Referee! Isn’t this a violation?!"
Voices of doubt rose.
But on the edge of the ring, referees and arena enforcers just watched with solemn expressions, making no move to stop the match.
Clearly, Shi Hao’s state.
Was within the permissible range of the rules.
In the contestants’ lounge, a screen clearly displayed Shi Hao’s pure black face.
Jiang Wei, who had been quietly sitting on a sofa, suddenly stood up.
Her fiery red hair moved without wind, and her clear red pupils instantly contracted to the extreme, fixedly staring at the screen, a nameless shock and deep-seated disgust exploding in her eyes.
"Divine Blood...?"
Her cherry lips slightly parted, uttering two words, so softly that only she could hear them.
On the stage.
Fang Qingyu’s melted gold vertical pupils similarly locked onto Shi Hao’s pure black face.
An inexplicable sense of familiarity instantly wrapped his mind.
This black... this aura...
He must have seen it somewhere.
Even... interacted with it!
Was it in a relic at the Great Wall Frontline?
Or deep in the Arctic Ice Field?
Or... had he encountered those gods in the early days?
Countless memory fragments flashed rapidly through his mind...
But for a moment, he couldn’t recall.
And Shi Hao seemed entirely unconcerned about having exposed his terrifying true form.
Even less bothered by the audience’s clamor and fear.
Those hollow black-and-white eyes remained fixed on Fang Qingyu.
Then, he moved.
Rip——
Those pure black hands suddenly grabbed the black sleeveless combat outfit on his body, already damaged beyond repair by the fierce battle, and tore it apart like thin paper, tossing it away!
His robust knotty upper body was completely exposed to the air.
Still that unsettling, lifeless pure black skin.
Muscles lined like cast iron, full of explosive power, yet emanating an inhuman cold stillness.
Immediately, Shi Hao performed an action that made everyone’s scalp instantly explode.
He crossed his arms abruptly over his chest!
Poosh!
The fingers of his left hand combined like a knife, deeply embedded into the muscle of his right chest without hindrance.
The right hand likewise, fiercely inserted into the left chest.
No blood! No pain!
The black skin and flesh seemed to possess life, writhing and instantly merging with his hands.
The whole process silent, exuding a nauseating eeriness.
Fang Qingyu’s pupils suddenly contracted.
The mysterious sense of familiarity intensified.
Shi Hao’s black-and-white eyes now contained only pure combat instinct, fixed rigidly on Fang Qingyu.
"Huh——!"
A low roar devoid of emotion squeezed from his throat.
The next second.
The hands embedded in his chest suddenly tore outward fiercely.
Fizz——
A black liquid, like a living creature, was forcibly extracted from his chest by his hands!
The liquid thick as ink, its surface constantly bubbling with fine bubbles, emitting a peculiar sweet and bloody aroma.
This scent instantly spread, enveloping half the arena.
"So... so fragrant..."
"What is this smell... it feels... so good..."
"Strange... why do I suddenly feel that black creature... isn’t that frightening anymore?"
In the audience, some ordinary people closer to the stage, upon inhaling this sweet bloody scent, involuntarily had their eyes blur for a moment, faces even showing intoxicated and longing expressions.
As if that black liquid were the most tempting nectar in the world.
In the lounge, Jiang Wei looked at the black liquid pulled out by Shi Hao on the light screen.
The disgust in her red pupils instantly turned to murderous intent.
"Divine Blood..."
On the stage.
The two masses of black viscous liquid pulled by Shi Hao, like living entities, instantly spread and clung along his arms crazily.
In the blink of an eye.
The thick black liquid had covered his arms, shoulders, chest...
Like maggots on a bone, quickly spreading across his entire body.
The pure black skin was completely covered, replaced by a layer of black armor-like, constantly writhing and flowing.