God-Level All-rounder Expert-Chapter 707 - 777, Finally Reaching the Heavenly Level

Who am I, what is my name, where do I come from, and why am I here?

I remember now, my name is Zhou Wei. In order to seek revenge, I willingly joined the God Transformation Alliance with Grandfather, and I volunteered to be a test subject for them, and then I gained unimaginable power.

Zhou Wei came to his senses, he saw the severed bodies around him, the blood everywhere, the flesh flying all about. Zhou Wei was somewhat dazed and stunned. He felt something odd about his body, so he stretched out his hand.

When Zhou Wei saw his hands covered with alligator scales, he actually felt fear, and when Zhou Wei looked over his entire body, he suddenly came back to his senses a bit more.

"I have undergone transformation, I have now become Alligator Man, my strength has grown. Why did I do this? It was all because..."

Suddenly, Zhou Wei looked towards the man sitting crossed-legged in front of him.

"Fang Yi!" Zhou Wei recognized him, and his eyes immediately turned blood-red.

What did I turn into a monster for? Of course, it was to kill him!

Alligator Man Zhou Wei locked onto his target. Because he had become like this, he had to kill him!

"Damn it! Bring it on!" shouted the fat man, Song Wuliang, sitting on the ground. With great difficulty, he stood up wielding a large knife, and pointing at the approaching Alligator Man creature, he said defiantly, "Don’t come any closer, or I’ll chop you to death."

"Get lost!" Zhou Wei said coldly.

"Damn! It can even talk?!" Song Wuliang grew afraid. If the monster could talk, did that not mean it could think? And a creature that could think, its lethality often was the strongest.

The fat man felt a shiver in his heart, but he refused to admit defeat. He had persisted until this point; if he backed down now, he’d never forgive himself.

So, the fat man leapt down, wielding his large knife as he charged towards the Alligator Man creature.

With both hands clutching the hilt, Song Wuliang swung his knife horizontally towards Zhou Wei’s neck. However, just as the sharp blade was about to strike Zhou Wei’s neck, Zhou Wei suddenly stretched out his hand, which was covered with scales as hard as rock.

Clang!

Song Wuliang felt like he had struck stone, his eyes bulging out. He immediately tried to withdraw the knife, but Zhou Wei held it tight, and Song Wuliang couldn’t pull it free.

"Fat man, you’re in cahoots with him, so you must die," Zhou Wei said, his eyes blood-red and terror-filled.

"But I don’t want to die, spare my life, please," Song Wuliang begged, still trying to pull the knife free.

Zhou Wei’s eyes shone with hatred as he suddenly reached out with his clawed hand, grabbing Song Wuliang’s neck in a tight grip. Song Wuliang kicked wildly, but compared to Zhou Wei’s strength, his own was pitifully small.

"You are his friend, so... I will let you die in front of him, let him know what ’loss’ is. I want him to taste this feeling."

Zhou Wei released his grip, and Song Wuliang fell to the ground with a thunk. Song Wuliang knew he was no match for the Alligator Man creature. He no longer wanted to waste time and prepared to flee.

"Damn, when Brother Yi wakes up, I’ll get him to bully you," Song Wuliang didn’t even bother standing up and started to crawl away.

Pfft!

Without warning, a clawed hand suddenly pierced through Song Wuliang’s back, causing him to feel an indescribable sharp pain.

"He won’t get the chance, and neither will you," Zhou Wei said with a mocking sneer, suddenly retracting his clawed hand.

A muffled grunt followed, accompanied by a streak of fresh blood. Song the Fatty lay powerlessly on the ground, a bloody clawed hole in his back. Song Wuliang’s back was soaked and stained with blood, the usually shameless and despicable fat man looking extremely wretched and gruesome at this moment.

Zhou Wei grabbed the collar of Song Wuliang’s clothes and dragged him toward Fang Yi. When they were about five meters away from Fang Yi, Zhou Wei threw Song Wuliang out front, the nearly dead Song Wuliang landing before the still-closed eyes of Fang Yi.

"Fang Yi!!!" Zhou Wei’s eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the closed-eyed Fang Yi, his voice laden with endless resentment and hatred.

"This is your friend, he’s almost dead, and you’re still thinking of breaking through? There’s no chance now. If you could have broken through, you would have done so already. Why waste time at this point? Everything you’re doing is in vain..."

Zhou Wei’s voice was hoarse; he didn’t plan to kill Fang Yi at this moment, because he felt that would be letting him off too easily.

Zhou Wei stared intensely at Fang Yi and continued, "Fang Yi, do you know what I’ve gone through for my revenge? I would rather be used as a guinea pig just to enhance my own power. Now, I feel full of strength. Killing you would be as easy as flipping my hand, even if you broke through to Heavenly Level, I could still kill you."

Zhou Wei let out a roar that echoed to the heavens, venting the anger and frustration inside him; he felt very good with this sensation.

"That’s something I should be saying."

At that moment, the eyes of Fang Yi, who had previously been closed, suddenly opened.

When Fang Yi opened his eyes, two sword-like beams of light shot forth.

The aura of Fang Yi changed entirely from the moment he opened his eyes; he had been at the sixth stage of Earth Level, but now he seemed to have leaped over a lofty threshold, like a fish jumping through a dragon gate.

"You... broke through to Heavenly Level?" Zhou Wei seemed to falter.

"What, regretting your pointless talk just now?" Fang Yi said with a smile.

"I have no regrets, Fang Yi. Even if you’ve reached Heavenly Level, I want to let you know that it’s still futile."

Zhou Wei’s fighting spirit was soaring.

Fang Yi glanced at Song Wuliang on the ground, on the brink of death, and murmured softly, "Song the Fatty, you are my brother Fang Yi’s brother, you won’t die. I will avenge you."

Fang Yi slowly stood up, then leaped down, and walked calmly toward Zhou Wei.

"Fang Yi, the hatred for my father’s death is irreconcilable. Today, you shall repay the debt for annihilating my Iron Fist Sect!" Zhou Wei roared, charging at Fang Yi like the wind, arriving in front of him in an instant.

Whoom!

Zhou Wei swung his fist, covered in alligator scales, at Fang Yi. Fang Yi’s expression remained calm and cold. He chose not to use his fist but instead countered with his palm, so Zhou Wei’s fearsome punch landed on Fang Yi’s open hand.

However, to Zhou Wei’s shock, Fang Yi seemed entirely unaffected, as if the punch were lightweight.

"Too light, no strength. Is this the power you obtained as a test subject?" A cold smile flickered across the corner of Fang Yi’s mouth: "Ridiculously laughable."

"Impossible! I’ve been transformed, and I too possess Heavenly Level strength. You’ve only just reached Heavenly Level; how could your power be so strong?!" Zhou Wei bellowed in rage.

"Want to know why?"

"Of course!"

"Because..." Fang Yi said with a smile, yet there was a cold gleam within it: "My Heavenly Level power comes from within myself, while your Heavenly Level power comes from the outside. That’s why you’ve lost."

The next moment, Fang Yi grabbed Zhou Wei’s alligator-scaled fist and yanked. Zhou Wei’s entire arm was torn off by Fang Yi, and blood spurted out like a fountain.