My Cell Prison-Chapter 1165 - 1164: Answer Sheet

Led by General Jike, the small underwater town was hidden in the oceanic canyon.

The entire city was nestled between two massive shells.

The shell itself provided concealment and protection for the city, especially since it was located near the Antarctic sea area; even if the city was situated in a seafloor crevice, it could still be susceptible to covert invasions by Shoggoths.

These Shoggoths, with their amalgam of different Demon advantages, could dive as fast as the Deep Sea Demons, and even disguise themselves using techniques left by the Elder Race.

For that reason,

the seemingly modest city was actually garrisoned with a large number of well-trained Deep Sea Demons, primarily composed of Fishmen.

Ranks varied from common seamen who were "Newborns" to Deep-sea Sicklefish Leaders with "Ancestor Bodies."

When General Jike arrived at this frontier city, he immediately became the highest-ranking person there and easily arranged Han Dong’s "Spatial Transmission" matters.

However, the transmission couldn’t be conducted immediately.

"This place has the nature of a frontier ’Conch City,’ where Demons are stationed long-term.

Generally speaking, it’s rare for anyone to teleport away from here, let alone across half the planet to England.

To perform ultra-long-distance teleportation, the instruments need a bit of adjustment, probably about an hour.

You can stay here and wait, or you can accompany me to a place."

The implication of his words was that Han Dong had no choice but to follow him alone.

Although General Jike had encountered various Demons in the deep sea, and some very talented ones in his jurisdiction, they still paled in comparison to Han Dong.

If he let this interesting young man leave just like that, General Jike would indeed feel regretful.

How did he win the ’championship’ in the London games?

How did he survive alone in the Black Flesh Mountain?

How did he compete with Eugenes on someone else’s territory without falling behind? General Jike really wanted these answers.

And to get those answers, he just needed to touch the body.

"Alright, I have nothing else going on. Lead the way, General Jike."

"Okay."

Under General Jike’s instruction, his subordinates got some free time.

He took Han Dong to a commonly used training area for seamen within Conch City.

Jike Daremans directly rented the best training room here, arriving via a channel reminiscent of an intestine in a training room that wasn’t covered by seawater but was quite humid.

After all, many battles wouldn’t happen in the sea, and oceanic Demons must adapt to fighting on land.

General Jike chose such a training room, naturally, to accommodate Han Dong.

He didn’t say what they were to do.

General Jike immediately took off his equipment and removed unnecessary outer garments... and, in front of Han Dong, began a series of warm-up exercises.

Han Dong was quite familiar with this scene.

Not long ago, at the "Fighting Club," the situation was roughly the same, the opponent started conspicuous warm-up exercises upon arrival.

However,

his current opponent was a Mythic Body, and there were no medical facilities like those in the Fighting Club here.

Watching General Jike’s green muscles tremble and the fin structures on his back contracting and expanding like springs, Han Dong immediately broke out in cold sweat.

General Jike, of course, could feel Han Dong’s tension and tried to strike up a conversation:

"I heard you killed an ’Invader’ in the London games who was comparable to a Mythic Body?"

Han Dong quickly waved his hands: "General Jike, do I look like someone who could kill a Mythic Body? Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been so battered in the Meat Mountain... The death of the Golden Saint was almost entirely Green’s doing."

"So there’s still that one percent related to you, not bad at all.

Don’t worry, I’m just very curious what kind of body structure you have, a small touch will do.

Indeed, it’s not quite appropriate for a Mythic Body like me to spar with you... If anything happens, I’d be held accountable by my divine father.

How about this, I’ll not strike at all, but I have one demand... you must use all your strength when you hit me.

Any type of striking method is allowed."

"Ah, this..."

That was actually a good condition.

A Mythic Body wouldn’t go back on their word, and Han Dong wouldn’t have to worry about his own body condition.

But,

the concept of [full power] was somewhat vague to Han Dong.

If he considered General Jike as a mortal enemy and attacked with the intent to kill, Han Dong was confident he could hurt him... and it wouldn’t be just superficial injuries, which might cause some trouble.

"You can use any equipment on you, my only request is that you put forth all your effort.

Don’t worry about my condition, my body is quite renowned among all Demons."

At that moment,

Han Dong also heard the voices of two Demons inside him.

The first was the Count.

"Cough cough! Boy, you haven’t even heard of the Meat Shark General, what are you hesitating for? Do you really think you can hurt someone..."

The second voice came from Miss Maritzis.

"Nicholas, don’t worry. This is the famous Meat Shark General..."

Hearing this,

Han Dong decisively blocked out the Count’s voice.

And it was just a one-way block; the oblivious Count continued his explanation in an arrogant tone, with occasional taunts.

Maritzis used concise language to outline the intelligence on Meat Shark General.

"An absolute top-level body combined with a domain, even if you give it your all, it will be fine... It’s rumored that if Meat Shark General completely removes his ’Muscle Limiter,’ he can swallow a large glacier in one gulp."

Han Dong nodded.

"Um, if it’s just relying on pure strength.

Probably only ’Hop’, a demon with an extremely distorted body, could shake this General Jike.

Now it’s like an exam, if I can’t give a satisfactory answer, the general won’t let it go. I can only do it this way..."

When Han Dong shared his plan with Maritzis, she was somewhat nervous, "Isn’t this too dangerous?"

"Don’t worry, my body should be able to withstand it.

Moreover, the walls of this training room are made of top-level sponges, I must cater to General Jike’s thinking and deliver a satisfactory ’answer.’"

"Fine, I will assist you with space acceleration."

Having said that.

Han Dong made a move never seen by General Jike, a standard sprinting stance.

"Deep Imitation - Chen Li"

As he assumed the pose, his hair grew longer and fell to his shoulders, his skeletal structure also visibly lengthened.

"Huh? What is this stance... but, it poses no threat."

General Jike maintained his normal stance, waiting for Han Dong to provide an answer.

Start running... Buzz!

A glint of starlight flickered between his calves, and Han Dong stepped into a spatial layer in the blink of an eye during his sprint.

Due to the limited space of the training room, Han Dong needed enough distance to reach his maximum speed, he could only rely on spatial powers.

Swoosh!

The next second.

Han Dong’s figure appeared five meters from the starting line.

In reality, he had sprinted fifty meters between spatial layers... following that, he dashed into space again.

General Jike wanted Han Dong to prove himself through a direct strike.

But Han Dong’s strength wasn’t enough, so he had to compensate with speed.

Moreover.

Han Dong not only relied on his own speed but also used "Spatial Repulsion" for a second acceleration.

Each exit and entrance to the space could be seen as an ’acceleration ring,’ using the repulsion generated to continuously increase speed.

"Space Acceleration?"

Sensing something unusual, General Jike unconsciously tensed his muscles.

As he was about to come close.

Han Dong threw out the "Skull of Abyssal Blood," which was swallowed by a Bloodhound that grew from his right arm.

Meanwhile, he utilized Chen Li’s mimicked ability, letting his right arm’s muscles exhibit a tentacle-like fibration, turning the muscles into tight, tough strands of hair.

The forearm appeared normal in size.

But in reality, it was wrapped in thirty-six complete layers of muscle fibers.

Moreover.

Sharp canine teeth also grew densely on the outer layer of the arm, endowed with "Holy Blood Property."

Having undergone "Eighteen Stages" of space acceleration, Han Dong arrived in front of General Jike, swinging out this punch squarely.

"You!"

Just a second ago, he felt nothing.

But the radically transformed Bloodhound right fist now posed a slight threat to General Jike.

The domain was unconsciously activated, like layers of dense seawater and countless terrifying sharks blocking Han Dong’s path.

At the same moment, Han Dong also unleashed Pharaoh’s Domain... It was already the third time clashing domains with a Mythic Body, and Han Dong was quite experienced.

The Yellow Sand Army, in an out-of-the-blue manner, tore through the seawater straight on.

"Domain!"

General Jike hadn’t anticipated Han Dong’s domain could contend with his own, and by the time he reacted, a punch had already thudded into his abdomen...

Boom!

This indescribable hyper-speed enhanced Han Dong’s punch, nearly tenfold in power.

Even so, it still felt like striking a gigantic glacier with hardly a shake... However, it seemed as if a crack had been forced open in the glacier.

Similarly.

The recoil was also terrifying.

Instantly, his right fist annihilated, turning into blood powder... followed by his entire right arm, beginning to fracture inch by inch, its foundational structure completely transformed.

Han Dong’s body, like a supersonic bullet, flew backward.

This was exactly what Maritzis had feared...

Boom!

The training room trembled.

Han Dong’s body had sunk ten meters into the sponge wall before it finally stopped.

Meanwhile, General Jike, standing in the center of the room, staggered back three steps...

Hiss Hiss Hiss! White smoke continuously rose from the abdomen, a clearly visible fist-shaped indent branded onto it, seemingly requiring special medical intervention to heal.