Hunter of Mysterious Creature-Chapter 542 - 120: Wenya

The AR display in front of Wen Ya’s eyes was covered with fine cracks, yet it could still show the data—he glanced at it and found that his body temperature had already risen to 430 degrees Celsius, causing him to frown.

This was only the first stage of the assault operation, and he was already nearing the "fourth threshold," which was definitely not good news.

The margin for error left to him was much smaller than he had anticipated.

"If I want to get close to the Ark..." Wen Ya stared at the giant concrete structure used to "replace" Chimera 17 not far away, thinking to himself.

"What Ark?" A voice suddenly sounded behind him, making the hairs on Wen Ya’s body stand on end!

He whipped around suddenly, throwing a punch behind him, and cracking sounds erupted from his fist!

However, his punch hit nothing but air.

His eyelids twitched violently—just recovering from the verge of the "fourth threshold" to activate his ability again, this was an incredibly unpleasant feeling... Yet what troubled him even more was the young Hunter standing a few meters away.

Sun Hang.

Why was he here?

Wasn’t he just at the launch point? A distance of dozens of kilometers, he had only reached here using the PFDA after a good ten seconds or so, so how did this person appear here?

Did he have the ability to teleport? Or, were there two Sun Hangs? Were they identical twins?

More terrifying for Wen Ya was the fact that he had just thought about the word "Ark" in his mind, without saying it out loud, so how did the other person ask, "What Ark?"

Why, why, why?

Can he read minds?

"You guessed right; I can read minds," Sun Hang suddenly said with a smile.

The lingering hope in Wen Ya’s heart extinguished.

After Sun Hang devoured a large number of spooky memetics, his memory reading ability finally made a breakthrough.

Originally, the memory reading ability was ineffective against creepy entities or infected individuals; he needed to devour the target’s memetic to extract memory fragments.

But now, as long as the target is unguarded, their thoughts are almost transparent to Sun Hang—of course, he can only read minds now. To read memories, he’d have to invade the opponent’s consciousness, and that would easily alert and provoke resistance.

To use a comparison with computer system hacking, Sun Hang’s prior hacking methods were purely physical, requiring direct "connection" to hardware devices. But now, he can hack the thoughts of other infected individuals via wireless networks... If he can completely overwhelm the target on the consciousness level, he could browse through memory fragments in their mind as if browsing folders on a computer.

Wen Ya made up his mind and simply stopped thinking. Clenching his fists, a powerful energy burst directly from his heart.

The temperature data on the AR display was rising frantically... 600 degrees Celsius, 700 degrees Celsius, 800 degrees Celsius...

Accompanied by a light "bang," the readings vanished—the reason was simple: the implanted temperature monitoring device on Wen Ya’s skin surface had burned out after exceeding the thermal monitoring limit.

Scorching white steam erupted from the relief valves of Wen Ya’s combat suit, completely transforming the surroundings into a "fog zone." The frozen solid soil beneath his feet began to thaw, and waves of scorching air surged toward Sun Hang.

The combat suit, custom-prepared for Wen Ya, was already showing signs of melting, several red warning lights on the relief valves flashed continuously, and a piercing buzz filled the air.

Temperature 1,170 degrees Celsius, "Sixth Threshold."

This was Wen Ya’s ultimate form.

He had no reservations—his subconscious told him that if he wanted to keep his trump card hidden now, it might never get its chance to be played.

"You look like you’re burning up; need some ice to cool down?" Sun Hang asked calmly.

A low growl emerged from Wen Ya’s throat, and in the next instant, he disappeared from where he stood.

"Bang!!!"

The spot where Sun Hang stood suddenly appeared a crater over ten meters in diameter and two meters deep, with Wen Ya, sheathed in steam, crouching at the bottom, his downward-thrown fist deeply embedded in the scorched soil.

"Hey, you still haven’t told me, what is the Ark?" Sun Hang’s voice came from the edge of the pit.

Wen Ya looked up sharply, only to see that the other was completely unscathed, not a thread out of place, even on his obviously low-quality, stall-bought hoodie.

Impossible, this was impossible!

Wen Ya distinctly felt his fist land on a body that exploded under his terrifying power, blood vaporizing in the high-temperature, high-pressure environment, and flesh and bones blending into the charred soil—Sun Hang should have been dead beyond dead!

So if the one standing at the pit’s edge was Sun Hang, then what did his fist strike just now?

Wen Ya didn’t answer Sun Hang’s question; instead, he sprang forward from a crouch like a toad, appearing before Sun Hang in an instant, both fists blasting toward Sun Hang’s chest with a terrifyingly rapid barrage like twin cannons.