Chapter 646: Chapter 222: Lv5 Energy, Magic Conch Revealed!_2 A crisp shattering sound rang out, like a hammer smashing into glass—satisfying yet piercing to the ears.
The huge eyeball was smashed to pulp on the spot, dark green juice splattering all over Cheng Ye, and that tentacle shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At the same time, a tingling numbness like an electric shock came from his fingertips, as if he had absorbed some kind of energy from the eyeball.
But the battle was urgent; Cheng Ye had no time to check the panel and could only temporarily press his doubts to the bottom of his heart.
"It’s not over yet!"
He twisted his body, using inertia to swing the remaining momentum of the iron whip toward the eyeball on another tentacle beside him.
Another sharp "pa" sounded; the eyeball shattered and the tentacle shriveled.
But just as his old strength was spent and the new had yet to rise, the surrounding tentacles suddenly moved!
A sharp pain burst forth!
He looked down and was shocked to find that his Obsidian Battle Armor had split open with a crack, and even the golden carapace on his body surface had a fine fissure.
But in the next second, that tentacle’s eyeball also exploded with a "bang," actually shattered by the recoil from the carapace.
"The Demon Eye Sponge also has this kind of offensive ability?"
Cheng Ye reacted instantly; although he didn’t have much real combat experience, his battle IQ wasn’t limited in the slightest.
"Trying to trade blows with me using its tentacles?"
In just a split second, he had already judged the situation.
He exhaled sharply, and his body suddenly began to shrink...
Five meters, three meters, one meter...
The Wishful Size ability was pushed to its limit; the violent power rapidly faded, replaced by an unbelievable agility.
Cheng Ye held his breath, fully driving his acceleration energy; his speed instantly surged to sixty or seventy kilometers per hour, far surpassing his giant form, flashing aside like a black shadow.
Without a breath to guide them, the onrushing tentacles immediately lost their target, halting blankly in the water and beginning to probe around for direction.
The Crab-men underwater also gathered, attempting to guide the tentacles using their aura.
However.
"Give me the blade! The purple one!" Cheng Ye burst out of the water, shouting toward the shore.
"Catch!" Luokuke had already rushed back to the shore. Seeing Cheng Ye in his shrunken form, he immediately understood, grabbed the Purple Blade, and hurled it into the water with all his strength.
Cheng Ye leaped up and caught the Purple Blade steadily.
Although the blade was much wider than his current body, its extremely light weight fit his speed perfectly.
He drove his acceleration energy, his figure tracing afterimages across the water’s surface, darting back and forth like a speedboat.
Pa, pa, pa...!
With speed as its boost, the Purple Blade’s sharpness was brought to the extreme. Every time it slashed past, a tentacle’s eyeball was cleaved in two, dark green juice spraying out as the tentacle withered immediately.
In less than ten seconds, half of the hundreds of attacking tentacles had been chopped apart, the water surface littered with dense remnants of eyeballs.
Even without opening the panel, Cheng Ye could guess that the information stream was probably exploding right now.
Just from killing this many tentacles, the progress of several Stripe Pattern traits was probably going to skyrocket by a huge chunk.
Unfortunately, human strength has its limits. Dozens of tentacles had just been severed when even more surged up from underwater, dense as a writhing forest.
Cheng Ye stopped forcing head-on clashes. With a light tap of his toes on the water, his body shot out like a cannonball, soaring seven or eight meters high before landing steadily on the dock.
Leveraging the nimbleness of his micro form, he adjusted his balance while in the air, and when he neared the ground, he lightly stepped down, dispersing the impact completely.
But just as he stood firm, a powerful sense of weakness surged up.
Repeatedly switching between giant and micro forms had drained his acceleration energy dry; the wild grass totem at his chest was running at full tilt, Life Energy gushing out as if it cost nothing. In just these few minutes of fighting, he had probably burned off quite a bit of his Lifespan.
Fortunately, his Life Force reserves were ample, and in the future he could still fuse stronger physiques, so this level of loss was still within what he could bear.
"Inspector Cheng, are you okay?"
Luokuke hurried over, and when he saw Cheng Ye leaning against the brick wall, his face changed instantly.
He saw that the Obsidian Battle Armor on Cheng Ye had changed as well—at his waist, legs, and back, large patches had faded to a pale black, clearly showing that the defense in those areas had been heavily worn down.
And as the Obsidian Battle Armor receded, his skin glowed an abnormal crimson, as if scorched by raging flames, white steam rolling off his whole body.
"I-I’m fine!" Cheng Ye panted heavily, his throat parched, an indescribable hollowness spreading from his bones and limbs. "Get me some Nutrient Paste, as much as you can!"
"Okay, okay!"
Luokuke nodded quickly and dashed up to the dock like he was flying, coming back down with a crate of Black Bag Nutrient Paste in his arms.
Cheng Ye reached out, grabbed four bags, tore the seals open with his teeth, and tipped his head back to pour them into his mouth.
The spicy paste slid down his throat, instantly bringing a trace of warmth.
The Shrinking Earth Giant Louse in his Spiritual Body Space flickered faintly, clearly also absorbing this energy.
Under Luokuke’s stunned gaze, he gulped one after another, soon pouring all forty-plus bags of Nutrient Paste from the crate into his stomach.
"Need more?" Luokuke swallowed hard. Although he had never seen anyone drink this much Nutrient Paste, thinking of the energy cost of giant form, he found it reasonable.
If Cheng Ye collapsed from lack of energy, he’d be done for alone.
"Yeah, bring it all over!" Cheng Ye wiped his mouth, his voice still somewhat weak.
"Wait here, I’ll go move it for you." Luokuke staggered off at a run.
Watching him leave, Cheng Ye finally lowered his head to look at his own body—and felt his scalp go numb.