novelraw Chapter 678 678: Who Can Do Anything About It?
Chapter 678 678: Who Can Do Anything About It?
Fierce! Truly, incredibly fierce!
Number Six's punch, filled with potent murderous intent, whipped up a towering gale. Its momentum was earth-shattering. Everyone nearby paled in shock, daring not even to look directly at him.
"Die!!"
This deafening roar threatened to shatter their eardrums, inducing splitting headaches in everyone nearby.
"Like mere ants!"
However, Qin Heng's subsequent, nonchalant voice completely drowned out the frenzied roar. Though not loud, his voice seemed to pour directly into everyone's ears, overpowering all other sounds.
Curious, everyone present looked over. Then, they were instantly stunned, their faces frozen in disbelief!
Facing Number Six's incredibly fierce attack, Qin Heng neither dodged nor evaded. He simply stood there, took a shallow breath, and then exhaled.
WHOOSH!!
It was as if a violent storm raged. The air, churned by an immense force, coalesced into a tornado that appeared seemingly from nowhere. It completely shattered the ground, leaving deep pits in its wake.
Number Six, once as fierce as an ancient beast, was like a helpless blade of grass before this gale. Utterly unable to resist, he was instantly swept up, flung into the air, and caught in the wind blades. In the blink of an eye, he was shredded into countless fragments of flesh and blood.
Qin Heng's physical strength was immense. If he wished, even a simple breath from him could pulverize steel, let alone a mere defective modified human.
Such refuse, barely qualifying as human, wasn't even worthy of Qin Heng making a move. For Number Six, being obliterated by a single breath was already an act of immense mercy.
Moments later, the tornado generated by Qin Heng's breath dissipated. Only uneven, deep pits in the ground and the thick stench of blood in the air remained. Suddenly, there was a sickening SPLAT!
A shower of blood and gore rained down—all that remained of Number Six, utterly shredded by the tornado.
"My god! What did I just see!?"
"How is this possible? This just can't be! It can't! How could such a thing happen!?"
"A being as strong as a superhuman was actually blown into a mist of blood by this Qin Heng!? It's unbelievable! Is this an illusion?"
"So powerful! Too powerful! This is just too awesome!!"
"Exhaling wind! An Immortal! He's an Immortal!"
Everyone around exclaimed in disbelief, gazing at the scene before them. Their looks toward Qin Heng were filled with shock, as if they had seen a ghost.
This was truly astonishing, simply unimaginable!
Ordinary people couldn't fathom such power. It was like something from the legends of Immortal Gods! Surely, only Immortal Gods could possess such might, right?
Exhaling wind! Just a single breath could conjure a tornado and shred such a powerful man into a bloody mist!
"Young Master Heng! My heavens!" Liu Tongliang, too, was aghast. He stared at Qin Heng with utter disbelief, frantically rubbing his eyes, only to confirm that it was no illusion.
"How can this be possible!?" Song Weichang exclaimed. He was utterly dumbfounded, gaping at Qin Heng, his eyes wide and nearly bulging from their sockets, shocked beyond all measure.
He couldn't believe it. The pinnacle of the Heavenly God Group's biotechnology... actually blown into a mist of blood by a single breath from Qin Heng!? How was this possible!? Was it an illusion?
Song Weichang still couldn't accept the reality before him. He slapped himself hard twice, then looked forward again. Nothing had changed.
"Really? Is this really happening!?" He feigned madness, his body twitching as he tried to stumble toward the crowd.
"Stop," Qin Heng said coolly. "Feigning madness?"
Song Weichang froze, his body trembling. He abruptly spun around, dropped to his knees, and kowtowed heavily before Qin Heng. "Young Master Heng! I was wrong! Please forgive me!!"
"Damn! Song Weichang is kneeling and begging for mercy!"
"What am I seeing? That's a top executive from the Heavenly God Group! He controls a company worth hundreds of billions!"
"He's actually kneeling to beg for mercy! Unbelievable!"
"So individual power can be this strong? How exactly is that possible?"
The onlookers were all shocked, scarcely believing their eyes. After all, Song Weichang's status was immense—an existence they could only look up to in awe.
Yet now, he was kneeling in abject submission before one man. The contrast was staggering, truly immense!
Liu Tongliang, the senior president of the Daqin Group, was also stunned. He'd never imagined Song Weichang would cast aside his pride to kneel and beg Qin Heng for mercy. It was utterly inconceivable!
Only Song Weichang himself knew the depths of his terror. The strength of Number Six was a known fact within the Heavenly God Group; he was even dubbed a superhuman weapon.
Yet, such a superhuman weapon hadn't withstood even a single breath from Qin Heng! It was too horrifying!
His feigned madness had been exposed. With no other escape route apparent, Song Weichang felt he had no choice but to grovel.
He was sick with regret. He shouldn't have, he truly shouldn't have, let his lust get the better of him and offended this Qin Heng!
"Begging for mercy?" Qin Heng approached Song Weichang. With a smirk, he looked down at the kneeling man and asked, "And how do you propose to do that?"
"Young Master Heng, you'll consider it?" Song Weichang was overjoyed. He immediately kowtowed resoundingly several times, startling the onlookers anew. "As long as you spare my life, I'm willing to unconditionally transfer my company, worth a hundred billion, to you!"
The crowd was dumbstruck. A company worth a hundred billion, given away just like that! Indeed, to survive, people would do anything, forsake anything!
"Is that so?" Qin Heng feigned contemplation.
"Young Master Heng, please hear me out," Song Weichang said with a fawning expression. "This company of mine..."
BANG!
Qin Heng stomped on Song Weichang's back, cutting him off. A terrifyingly immense force instantly erupted within Song Weichang's body, obliterating his internal organs, shattering his bones, and reducing him to a mangled pulp of flesh—deader than dead.
"Ants have no right to beg for mercy," Qin Heng stated coolly. Song Weichang's prior actions had sealed his fate; death was certain. No amount of begging would have helped.
"Liu Tongliang, take care of things here. And those two," Qin Heng said, gesturing towards Wang Qiming and Zheng Longfa, "deal with them as well." They also deserved to die.
Then, he walked over to Shi Yiguang's side. "Let's go," he said.
"You killed people in broad daylight. Will there be no consequences?" Shi Yiguang frowned slightly. "Are the authorities in this era so lax?"
"The Daqin Group controls vast media resources," Qin Heng said with a smile. "In any era, those who control the media—the source of information—can act with impunity. Besides," he added, "who could possibly stop me?"