My Identity Is Becoming More and More Astonishing

The sudden drastic change struck all the Transcendents present like a bolt of lightning. They couldn’t believe their own eyes.

The burning white flames and the eight waving transparent arms left the middle-aged man in the red robe dumbfounded. He quickly lowered his head, incredulously looking at Chen Yu in his arms.

He thought he had embraced the wrong person...

As for the ordinary people still fleeing within the capital city, they didn’t pay attention.

After all, it was too far away, they couldn’t see clearly.

"ROOOAAARRR!!!"

Pang, the neighbor who tore the divine envoy into pieces, with nowhere to vent his rage, suddenly turned his pure white pupils towards the nearest steel-armored burly man.

He howled and charged forward.

"This is bad! He’s lost his mind!" The old man with the white beard was the first to react, promptly flickering his figure to go to the rescue.

That ability, eerily "similar" to Chen Yu’s, made it impossible for him to gauge Pang’s real combat strength. He couldn’t let Pang rampage wildly within the rank B circle.

"THUD!"

The next moment.

He knew Pang’s real combat strength.

Under the shock of the steel-armored burly man, although he had driven his own innate ability to the extreme, he was still blasted away by the frenzied Pang!

Like a broken kite, he flew towards the clouds, over the mountain, and into the sea.

With no ability to resist.

"They... What... What kind of ability is this?" the man in the red robe’s pupils dilated.

With his understanding.

This level of ability had far surpassed the limits of A+ rank.

"Could it be... there’s a rank above A+?" his pupils shook.

(Look at your ignorant face.) True Chen Yu by the side, curled his lip.

Strictly speaking, humanity’s first "Hero rank" was indeed Pang, his neighbor.

He wasn’t someone "ordinary" could understand.

(But the "Monstrous Strength" ability, to think it would lead to a state with eight arms.) Chen Yu contemplated: (Then, my earlier speculation was correct. Sacrificing family members can make me stronger.)

(...)

(So, I am equivalent to Pang’s family.)

Upon this realization, Chen Yu couldn’t help feeling moved.

But amidst his emotion, he also felt a bit of smug joy.

(That said, although both owners of the "Monstrous Strength" ability. Pang is still not as strong as I am.)

(Because he only has me as a "relative" to sacrifice.)

(While I, Chen Yu, have three to offer!)

His mouth curled upwards, immensely self-satisfied. (PS: You’re so awesome, your family must be happy for you.)

In the distance.

As the steel-armored burly man "retreated", a momentarily insane Pang lost his target and instinctively turned his head, looking towards the distraught Li Yao.

But a third of a second later, he forcibly suppressed his lust for slaughter and leaped toward the young man in the duckbill cap standing next to Li Yao.

In an instant, the title above his head changed to [Hero Who Loves His Sister-in-Law].

True Chen Yu: "..."

Virtual Chen Yu: "..."

"Damn it!"

Seeing Pang flying towards him at a speed far surpassing his dynamic vision, the young man in the duckbill cap broke into a cold sweat.

A B+ rank fighter, and the steel-armored burly man was sent flying with one hit.

How could he handle more?

Luckily.

Next second, the old man with the white beard arrived, shielding himself in front of the duckbill cap young man.

Arms up, he tensely prepared to meet Pang’s assault.

"BOOM—"

Fists collided.

The shockwave spread.

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It also shredded the clothes on Pang’s body completely.

"HA!"

Transforming his arms from a block to a clamp, the old man with the white beard pressed down all eight of Pang’s arms, his scalp tingling.

’It’s this power!’

’Pure strength to the extreme!’

’His ability, really is exactly like Chen Yu’s!’

As thoughts rapidly crossed his mind, he subconsciously looked down at the stark naked Pang below.

’But he is not Chen Yu.’

"ROAR—"

The suppressed Pang, the flames on his body expanding further, opened his mouth wide, howling like a demon, madly biting into the white beard’s shoulder. Like a mad dog, savagely yanking and shaking his head.

"RIP—"

He tore off a chunk of bloody flesh, gobbling it down eagerly.

"He’s gone mad! Knock him out!" the man in the red robe shouted.

"..."

The white beard clenched his teeth, nodding. He channeled all of his innate ability into his right fist, roaringly unleashing a Black Tiger Heart Pluck!

"PUFF—"

The punch powerfully struck Pang’s abdomen.

This punch, focused and restrained, produced no excessive shockwave.

Pang’s internal organs burst on the spot, blood spurted from his mouth, and he lost all consciousness.

Then, the flames around his body began to fade.

The eight transparent arms, like tentacles, retreated back into his body.

He reverted back to the inconspicuous Pang...

"... An unimaginable ability."

As if lifting a heavy poultry, the old man holding Pang inspected closely: "He, he must be a rank C, right?"

"To erupt with such terrifying combat power..."

By this time, the man in the red robe, carrying the dying Chen Yu, flew over, his eyes tightly focused on Pang. He asked, "Don’t tell me, you’ve killed him."

"No."

"Who is this kid? Why does he have the same ability as Chen Yu? And who is Chen Yu? Whose disciple is he? These two guys, where the hell did they pop out from?"

"I don’t know much either. Call the manager later, and plan for the long term," he said, his face turning grim as he looked around: "But the most pressing matter now is, how to deal with the death of the divine envoy."