Chapter 113: It’s You After All

Even from the nearby commercial street, one could witness such a breathtaking and extraordinary celestial phenomenon. Yet, the two individuals on this street showed no intention of admiring the spectacle; instead, they were locked in a fierce battle, moving at an astonishing speed.

Cheng Feng and He Molly exchanged dozens of rounds. Each clash of their spirit blades sent sparks flying, and the residual waves of their strikes left deep scars across a hundred meters of the surroundings.

Cheng Feng’s strength was evidently greater than before, nearly overwhelming He Molly with every move.

With a heavy thud, He Molly was struck by Cheng Feng’s full-powered kick, flying backward and crashing into the wall. A metallic, bitter taste flooded her throat as she coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood.

After unleashing the power of his bloodline, Cheng Feng entered a berserk state, his overall combat capability soaring. He effortlessly subdued the elite-level He Molly.

However, the cost of using bloodline power soon became apparent. Cheng Feng’s consciousness gradually blurred. He struggled to concentrate, desperately trying to remain lucid.

Yet the overwhelming power unleashed a thirst for blood that consumed him. His body flushed red and heated, transforming him slowly into a beast.

After their intense battle, He Molly was left in tatters, no longer the valiant figure she had been before the fight. Instead, she looked utterly defeated and haggard.

Her body was covered in wounds, her black hair disheveled. Her silver light armor was marked with countless fine scratches, and her gray bodysuit had multiple tears, revealing pale skin stained with blood.

Panting heavily, He Molly clutched her aching abdomen and squatted on the ground, supported by her spirit blade. She looked utterly miserable, like a fallen knight in disgrace.

Why?

She knew her strength was far superior to this scoundrel... so why was she losing?

Gritting her teeth in frustration, she leaned heavily on her spirit blade, struggling to stand.

But the injuries at her heels sapped her strength. After several failed attempts to rise, a helpless despair washed over her.

This was the end...

“Blood... blood...”

In his berserk state, Cheng Feng snarled incoherently. His eyes were shrouded in black, his irises glowing an eerie blood-red, radiating a terrifying aura.

“Cheng Feng, wake up!”

A voice echoed in his mind—Xue Ju’s urgent call. She sensed something was terribly wrong and tried to pull him back from this strange state.

But Cheng Feng seemed deaf to her pleas, staggering toward He Molly.

Soon, a dark shadow enveloped He Molly. Looking up, she saw the black-clad, masked figure standing before her.

“You...”

She barely managed to utter a word before Cheng Feng suddenly reached out, gripping her fair neck with crushing force, silencing her.

She struggled to pry his fingers apart, but they were like iron clamps—unyielding no matter how hard she tried.

With a brutal force, Cheng Feng hoisted He Molly and slammed her against the street wall, which cracked under the impact, sending shards of stone falling.

The merciless blow left He Molly dazed, the heavy strike to the back of her head nearly knocking her unconscious.

Severely injured, He Molly could no longer maintain her battle stance. The gleam in her green eyes faded, reverting to black as she exited her ‘spirit power release’ mode.

“You... bastard!”

She gasped with difficulty, her face flushed. The crushing grip made breathing nearly impossible, oxygen cut off, her consciousness slipping into haze.

Cheng Feng noticed the drops of blood on her neck. His bloodshot pupils narrowed slightly, his thirst for blood rekindled.

He casually pulled up the pure white mask that had been in his way, revealing his delicate face. Then, he opened his mouth and leaned in.

In her nearly unconscious vision, He Molly barely perceived the true face of the masked man.

“You... it’s you...”

Cheng Feng had long forgotten the need to conceal his identity. His mind was consumed with the desire to drink her blood. He bit into He Molly’s pale neck.

Just as the blood was about to gush forth, Xue Ju’s voice rang again in his mind: “Cheng Feng, stop! If you drink her blood, you will become a monster forever.”

At the instant his teeth touched her skin, Cheng Feng abruptly halted.

Monster... am I a monster?

Suddenly, clarity rushed back. The blood-red gleam in his eyes faded rapidly. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts.

Seeing He Molly collapsed, wounded and with torn clothes, Cheng Feng was startled.

Relieved to find her still breathing faintly, he gently lowered her against the wall.

“Phew, you’ve finally come to,” Xue Ju’s voice resonated in his mind.

“The power of the bloodline is too strong; I must never use it again,” Cheng Feng thought, realizing he had almost killed his comrade. Fortunately, Xue Ju had awakened him; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Footsteps sounded rapidly approaching from a distance.

Cheng Feng knew they were demon hunters coming to reinforce, but he had no intention of fighting them.

His goal had always been to escort the cat demons away, avoiding any conflict with the hunters.

If not for He Molly’s stubborn blockade, he would have avoided this battle altogether.

“Sorry,” Cheng Feng whispered apologetically to the unconscious He Molly. “If there’s a chance in the future, I’ll make it up to you.”

Rising, he pulled down his pure white mask, securing it in place. Then, he activated the Thunder Shadow Step, disappearing with a whirlwind-like speed.

He was certain that once the demon hunters arrived and found He Molly, they would rush her to the medical ward.

Indeed, shortly after Cheng Feng’s departure, as expected, the reinforcements appeared.

Seeing He Molly sitting against the wall, unconscious and wounded, and finding no enemies around, they quickly carried her away for treatment.

Five kilometers away, in a deserted alleyway, a brilliant white lightning streaked across the sky.

Cheng Feng halted, having crossed beyond the Disaster Association’s encirclement.

“This is outside the perimeter; it should be safe here,” he said.

Glancing around to ensure no one was watching or any surveillance was present, Cheng Feng unzipped his bag and released Xue Ju, Xiao Ju, and the other cat demons.

The tiny cats leapt out, swiftly growing in size, transforming into cat-eared girls.

Cheng Feng turned to leave.

“Cheng Feng, where are you going?” Xue Ju asked.

“The shop owner helped me. He stood alone against the Disaster Association’s siege and is likely in grave danger. I must return to check on the situation,” he replied.

Le Wen