Human Genius? Sorry, I’m a Deviant Chapter 90
Countless concrete chunks came crashing down.
Some slammed hard onto Su Zhan's back, making him immediately spit out a mouthful of blood.
Sharp steel rebar pierced through his thigh.
Warm blood instantly soaked through his pant leg.
Dust flooded his nasal passages and mouth, choking him until his vision went dark.
In the darkness.
Su Zhan's consciousness began to blur.
In his dazed state, he heard waves of screams coming from the distance.
Those were the survivors who hadn't managed to escape in time.
No way out now.
Seeing that he was about to lose consciousness.
Su Zhan stopped suppressing the dormant mutation factors within his body.
He felt a familiar burning heat spreading from his spine throughout his entire body, the flesh around his wounds beginning to squirm.
Broken bones forcibly realigned under the influence of the mutation factors.
Muscle fibers automatically stitched themselves together.
Enduring this excruciating pain, Su Zhan forcefully pulled out the steel rebar that had pierced his thigh.
The severe pain gradually subsided.
Su Zhan assessed the injuries within his body.
He should be able to move slightly beneath the rubble now.
He struggled to shift his body in the darkness.
Every movement caused rubble to clatter down.
His back pressed against a tilted load-bearing column, with several broken floor slabs leaning diagonally above him, just barely forming a triangular narrow space.
"Luck's not too bad, not completely buried."
Su Zhan felt secretly relieved in his heart.
Within this "safe zone" of less than two square meters.
Were countless twisted spikes of steel rebar and sharp edges of concrete.
Overhead came the occasional dull thud of heavy objects sliding down.
The entire ruin structure was extremely unstable.
But fortunately, there were several gaps between the slanted floor slabs, allowing polluted air to circulate.
His body still ached faintly after the mutative repair.
Su Zhan curled up in this coffin made of ruins, resting and recovering.
"Boom boom boom..."
Echoes of thunderous roars came from outside.
Each explosive sound made the surrounding rubble tremble and clatter, fine sand continuously sprinkling down through the gaps.
Su Zhan knew this was Wang Mingyuan fighting against two Mutants.
"BOOM—!"
Another earth-shaking tremendous roar.
This one was so close it made Su Zhan's whole body tense up.
The enormous sounds produced by the battle.
Sometimes seemed right overhead, other times as if a hundred meters away.
"Now it's all up to the teacher."
Su Zhan sighed helplessly.
He could do nothing right now.
Neither confirm his teacher's safety, nor go out to assist in the fight.
Another series of explosion sounds.
Rubble suddenly fell like rain.
Su Zhan instinctively protected his head.
What SSS-grade Life Soul, what five consecutive wins at the exchange tournament—all became jokes at this life-or-death moment.
All he could do now was actually the most primitive form of prayer.
Pray that the man who always pushed his gold-rimmed glasses could create another miracle.
A pained grunt came from the distance, impossible to tell who made it.
Su Zhan's breathing immediately stopped, only resuming when he heard Wang Mingyuan's signature spiritual energy shockwave ring out again.
"Damn it, can only wait here now."
He truly had no other options at this point.
Meanwhile.
On the mall ruins.
Three figures clashed and collided.
Wang Mingyuan's clothes were already soaked through with blood.
Yet he still stubbornly held his ground under the assault of two masked figures.
"Teacher Wang, your movements have slowed."
The tall, thin masked man sneered, his bone scythe tracing a tricky arc.
Wang Mingyuan dodged sideways.
The burly masked man seized the opening, landing a heavy punch to his waist.
"BAM!"
Wang Mingyuan flew backward like a broken kite, skidding hundreds of meters across the ruins, stirring up clouds of dust.
He knelt on one knee, a trickle of blood escaping the corner of his mouth.
"This is all you've got?"
The burly masked man approached, clenching his blood-dripping fist: "I thought Vermilion Bird Academy instructors were supposed to be impressive."
Wang Mingyuan didn't respond, only slowly straightened up.
His right hand secretly formed seals behind his back, spiritual energy threads spreading through the ruins.
The tall, thin masked man immediately became alert: "Watch out for his—"
Too late.
Wang Mingyuan suddenly clasped his hands together, all pre-placed spiritual energy threads simultaneously glowing with white light.
Ruins and debris within a hundred-meter radius floated upward.
Countless sharp projectiles shot toward the two masked men like blades!
"Pathetic tricks!"
The burly masked man roared, crossing his arms to protect himself.
The sound of metal clashing rang out like torrential rain.
His black robe was torn to shreds, revealing a body covered in strange patterns beneath.
The tall, thin masked man transformed into a black shadow, nimbly weaving between the gaps of the sharp projectiles.
But just as he was about to break through the blockade.
Wang Mingyuan suddenly appeared before him.
A straight punch struck the masked man's chest.
The tall, thin figure shuddered as if lightning-struck, crashing heavily into the ground.
But before Wang Mingyuan could pursue, his back took a whip kick from the burly masked man.
"Cough!"
Wang Mingyuan spat blood, staggering forward several steps.
He felt at least two ribs were broken, his spiritual energy circulation beginning to stagnate.
"At your limit."
The burly masked man approached with a vicious grin: "You used too much spiritual energy saving that kid, didn't you?"
Wang Mingyuan only slightly lifted his eyelids.
Slowly straightening up, couldn't be bothered to say a single word.
"What? No strength left to even speak?"
The tall, thin masked man approached, twirling his bone scythe: "An instructor of the prestigious Vermilion Bird Academy, is this all you—"
"Swish!"
A white light flashed past.
Piercing through his shoulder.
The tall, thin masked man looked down in shock, discovering a transparent hole had somehow appeared in his chest.
Wang Mingyuan remained silent, only the lingering white glow of spiritual energy at his fingertips told the whole story.
The burly masked man furiously swung his fist: "Looking to die!"
Wang Mingyuan sidestepped, raised his hand, blocked.
Three movements concise as a textbook demonstration.
The fist struck his palm, the shockwave causing the ground within ten meters to sink three inches.
He didn't even frown.
"You..."
The burly masked man suddenly found he couldn't pull his fist back.
Wang Mingyuan's five fingers tightened like iron clamps, the sound of bone cracking clearly audible.
The tall, thin masked man attacked from behind, bone scythe aiming for Wang Mingyuan's head with mountain-splitting force.
Wang Mingyuan didn't look back, his left hand reached backward.
Precisely grasping the opponent's throat.
The eyes behind the mask finally showed fear.
"Crack."
The sound of neck bones breaking was especially crisp in the ruins.
Wang Mingyuan released his grip, the tall, thin masked man collapsing to the ground like a ragdoll.
He turned to the remaining burly masked man, behind blood-stained lenses, his eyes calm as if looking at a dead man.
"Monster, monster..."
The burly masked man staggered backward, finally realizing what kind of existence he had provoked.
Wang Mingyuan raised his hand.
No flashy techniques, just a simple straight punch.
"BOOM—!"
Where the fist passed, air compressed into visible shockwaves.
The burly masked man didn't even have time to scream.
He flew backward as if hit head-on by a locomotive, penetrating seven ruined walls before stopping.
Wang Mingyuan flashed, instantly appearing before the burly masked man.
The opponent lay collapsed in the ruins.
Chest bones completely shattered, yet still struggling to get up.
"So... you've been hiding your strength all along..."
A hoarse gasp came from behind the mask: "According to our intel, ten years ago... you were severely injured by a Frostgnawer... your strength should have fallen to Tide Realm first stage..."
"You also know this is an injury from ten years ago."
Wang Mingyuan single-handedly gripped his throat, slowly lifting him: "If I didn't have any trump cards, why would I come here to die?"
The pupils behind the mask violently contracted.
"Did you really think I'm stupid?"
Wang Mingyuan laughed: "Did you really think I'd dare rescue someone without trump cards? Did you really think... I'm some kind of saint?"
"Impossible!"
The burly masked man struggled wildly: "Frostgnawer injuries... can't possibly heal completely!"
"You're right, but who told you... I'm completely healed now? I've just recovered some strength, compared to before... far from it."
Wang Mingyuan formed his left hand into a knife-hand, spiritual energy condensing into white light at his fingertips: "Know why I revealed my trump card so late? I wanted to see if you had any trump cards left, now tell me, do you have any more? If not..."
The next second.
"Swish! Swish! Swish!"
Dozens of spiritual energy blades crisscrossed through the air.
The burly masked man's body was neatly sliced into pieces mid-air.
Before the dismembered limbs could hit the ground.
They were pulverized into blood mist by a spiritual energy shockwave, leaving not a single trace behind.
Mutants had extremely strong recovery abilities.
To kill them, you needed to use more reliable methods.
Just then, the sound of tumbling rubble came from behind.
Wang Mingyuan turned.
He saw the tall, thin masked man with the broken neck crawling toward the shadows in a grotesque posture.
Countless flesh tendrils extended from the broken neck area, rapidly repairing the injury.
"High-level Mutant recovery ability..."
Wang Mingyuan shook his head: "Truly troublesome."
He took one step and already blocked the other's path: "Information for a quick death, your choice."
"Wishful thinking!"
The tall, thin masked man suddenly laughed hysterically, tearing open his tattered black robe to reveal a pulsating purple tumor on his chest!
"When the Mist descends, transcendence is possible!"
The tumor rapidly expanded, terrifying energy fluctuations instantly reaching critical levels.
Wang Mingyuan sighed, forming seals with both hands before his chest:
"Seal."
A pure white cube enveloped the self-destructing masked man.
Violent explosions continuously refracted within the confined space, eventually dissipating into nothingness.
When the cube dispersed, only a wisp of smoke remained rising.
Seems this was their full strength, no hidden threats waiting.
Wang Mingyuan stood atop the ruins, spiritual energy perception scanning every inch of broken walls and debris.
"Su Zhan—!"
His voice, amplified by spiritual energy, carried extreme penetration.
Echoing through the ruins, shaking down cascades of sand and stone.
Deep buried three meters underground in the narrow space.
Su Zhan suddenly looked up.
His eardrums were mostly blocked by sand, yet he still caught that call.
It's Teacher Wang!
He's still alive!
He won!
Just as elation flooded his heart.
Su Zhan suddenly froze.
He looked down at his right arm.
The originally broken bone had already mostly healed under the influence of mutation factors.
Sigh—
With his awakened abilities, he shouldn't be able to recover from injuries.
If he went out looking like this now.
He would definitely be discovered.
Going out meant salvation, but at what cost?
How would Wang Mingyuan view this disciple who healed through mutation?
How would Vermilion Bird Academy deal with an infiltrated Mutant?
Those comrades he fought alongside...
No choice now.
Without hesitation.
Su Zhan bit down on a cloth strip torn from his clothes.
His left hand grabbed his right arm, suddenly twisting it in the opposite direction.
"CRACK!"
The excruciating pain made his vision go dark, cold sweat instantly soaking his entire body.
But it wasn't enough.
He groped around and found an exposed steel rebar, aiming it at where his ribs had been broken and stabbing down hard.
"Ugh...!"
Blood seeped through the tightly clenched cloth strip.
Su Zhan's whole body convulsed.
Yet he persisted using the rebar to slash open his leg...
Then.
Grabbed a sharp glass fragment, cutting across his cheek...
But this still wasn't enough.
Remember, that burly masked man earlier had shattered half the bones in his body with one punch.
"Damn it, just do it! Not doing it means death!"
Su Zhan psyched himself up internally.
He truly had no retreat options left now.
Switched to a clean cloth strip to bite down on.
His left hand groped around and found a broken piece of steel rebar.
Aiming at the already healed bone seam on his right arm...
"CRACK!"
The sound of bone breaking again was especially clear in the narrow space.
Grabbing a concrete fragment.
Su Zhan smashed it hard against his left knee three times.
The first hit produced the sound of bone cracking, the second made broken bone pierce through skin, the third directly smashed the knee into bending backward.
He swore to himself, if injured again he'd never rush to recover.
Otherwise... he'd have to re-break everything again.
Continued damaging other body parts...
...
The most troublesome was his spine.
Su Zhan struggled to twist his body, positioning his back against a protruding steel rebar, then slammed backward with full force.
Sharp pain shot up his spine straight to his brain, he nearly passed out on the spot.
By the time he finished all this, Su Zhan had become a bloody mess.
He lay collapsed in the ruins, every weak breath accompanied by bloody foam.
The mutation factors desperately wanted to repair these new injuries, but he forcefully suppressed them with willpower.
The pain of these two forces tearing at each other within him was far worse than the physical trauma.
Wang Mingyuan's calls came again, closer this time.
Su Zhan bit down hard on the cloth strip, not making a single sound.
Blood mixed with sweat accumulated into a small puddle beneath him, reflecting his pain-contorted face.
A piece of rubble suddenly fell from a gap overhead, hitting his injured leg.
Su Zhan trembled all over, but didn't even dare to groan.
With Wang Mingyuan's detection abilities, finding him was inevitable.
So there was no need to call for help either.
Just maintain the disguise of being extremely weak, playing the role of someone who couldn't hear the calls.
In the distance came the sound of concrete being moved, Wang Mingyuan's spiritual energy fluctuations growing clearer.
"Strange..."
Faintly heard the teacher muttering to himself: "Clearly sensed something in this direction earlier..."
Su Zhan closed his eyes.
Faintly heard Wang Mingyuan lifting the final floor slab above him.
Then.
Blinding white light poured in.
...
"Beep... beep..."
In the pure white hospital room.
Monitoring equipment emitted rhythmic sounds.
Su Zhan lay on the hospital bed, face pale as paper.
Two hours had passed since that battle.
Shortly after those two Mutants died, the Mist enveloping the mall had bizarrely dissipated.
Wang Mingyuan had immediately brought severely injured him to Jiang City Central Hospital.
Su Zhan's injuries were more serious than imagined.
Right arm with comminuted fracture, left knee joint completely dislocated, three broken ribs, partial spinal fractures.
All these injuries were self-inflicted.
And he now had to constantly use willpower to suppress the mutation factors within his body.
This made his muscles twitch uncontrollably, cold sweat continuously beading on his forehead.
"Just hold on a little longer."
Wang Mingyuan stood by the bed, concern evident: "Treatment will begin immediately."
Two medical staff pushed equipment carts into the room.
After examining the injuries, the chief physician instructed his assistant: "Prepare S-grade regeneration potion, first perform bone realignment."
In this world, treatment methods for awakened were different.
They had the capacity to consume healing potions.
Therefore, the treatment method for awakened generally involved first positioning the area to be treated correctly, then stabilizing it, and finally drinking the healing potion.
Then.
Su Zhan was sent into the operating room.
The anesthesiologist approached with a syringe: "We need to administer general anesthesia first. The anesthetic we use is specifically designed for you awakened, so no need to worry about incomplete anesthesia."
Su Zhan suddenly raised his hand, the movement tugging at his wounds making him gasp sharply: "No need..."
Right now he was still conscious, able to suppress the mutation factors within him.
But once he lost consciousness, those mutation factors would instinctively repair his body, essentially his own protective mechanism.
Doing so would completely expose him.
So he absolutely couldn't use anesthesia no matter what.
And he needed to find a very good reason.
Otherwise having surgery without anesthesia.
This kind of behavior was too strange, too likely to raise suspicions.