Chapter 1149 A Changed Reality? Part 2

Simultaneously, an evil force emanated from the surrounding, causing all the fleeing audience members to suddenly freeze in their tracks, their eyes glazed over and bodies twitching. Even a group of security guards who had just arrived fell victim to the same bizarre affliction.

While Su Jing's angelic Holy Light struggled to dispel the malevolent aura, it appeared to be replenished by the souls of the surrounding spectators, allowing the evil force to persist.

"Not good," Su Jing muttered, his expression shifting. Many of the Chinese spectators present were his devoted fans, and he genuinely cared about their well-being.

"Attack," Su Jing commanded, and Luo Qilin's Stand swiftly moved, striking like lightning toward the closest person to them which was Ou Qingsong, aiming for a fatal blow. 

However, Ou Qingsong seemed to have sensed the impending danger. He raised his palm, conjuring a veil of black mist that deflected Luo Qilin's Stand.

Bai Hetu also launched an assault, his Stand materializing behind him, wielding a long spear as it lunged toward a burly African man. 

The man reacted with lightning-fast reflexes, summoning a shroud of black mist between his palms. Amidst a flurry of punches and kicks, he deftly intercepted Bai Hetu's attacks with his bare hands.

"I already told you, we are no longer the same as before," Song Junhao sneered when he saw this scene and rushed toward Su Jing, his speed akin to that of a cheetah, as he charged at Su Jing, aiming a punch directly at his chest.

With a resounding "bang," Song Junhao's fist came to an abrupt halt in mid-air, ensnared by Su Jing's firm grip. Song Junhao's expression shifted slightly as he attempted to retract his hand, but he found himself trapped by Su Jing's hand and was unable to budge an inch. 

Looking up, he realized that Su Jing wasn't even directing his attention toward him, but rather scanning the entire venue, it was as if he was searching for something else while dealing with them.

A sudden chill coursed through Song Junhao's body, sending shivers down his spine. Since being rescued from the psychiatric hospital by the enigmatic "Big Brother" and gaining extraordinary abilities, he had come to understand why he had failed to defeat Su Jing before. 

Now he had gained powers and was filled with confidence in his newfound powers, he believed that his palms could cleave mountains and rocks. He was no longer an ordinary person. 

Dealing with Su Jing should have been effortless, and once he killed him, he could follow his mysterious Big Brother and claim dominion over the world. Su Jing was merely a stepping stone, and the world would become his stage.

However, the blow he had just delivered left him feeling as though he had plummeted from heaven to hell. His full-powered attack had the potential to shatter boulders, so why had Su Jing easily caught it, rendering him immobilized? This was not the outcome he had envisioned.

Desperation took hold of Song Junhao as he formed his other hand into a palm knife shape and slashed at Su Jing's neck, hoping to force him to release his grip. Yet, Su Jing's movements were even swifter. 

With a casual swipe of his hand, Su Jing unleashed the Dragon-Elephant Law Seal's first style, the Heavenly Dragon Seal. 

The forceful impact caused Song Junhao's chest to collapse instantly, his garments burst out under the intense pressure and his body hurtled like a bullet, crashing into the wall and leaving behind a human-shaped indentation on it.

Spitting out blood, Song Junhao's eyes brimmed with disbelief. How could this be? Wasn't he supposed to be stronger now? Why was the disparity between him and Su Jing still so immense? How could Su Jing possess such unimaginable power?

"Since I can't find him, I'll eliminate you all first," Su Jing declared in a gravely serious tone. He propelled himself off the ground, appearing instantly in front of an African man. 

The man's face contorted in fear, but before he could react, Su Jing's palm struck his abdomen, causing his entire body to contort like a lobster as he was sent hurtling through the air.

Having accurately tested his punching force, Su Jing knew that even without using martial arts techniques, True Qi, or Dragon Soul, his punch possessed a force of 5000 Kg. 

The implications of that kind of physical power were staggering. It meant that he could effortlessly send a truck flying with a single strike, let alone a human being.

At this moment, driven by the urgency to swiftly neutralize the threats, Su Jing tapped into his True Qi and the power of the Dragon-Elephant Law Seal, further augmenting the sheer terror of his attacks. 

In an instant, he incapacitated his assailants, one after another.

As his teammates were sent hurtling through the air, Ou Qingsong's anxiety escalated. However, he was ensnared by Luo Qilin's lightning Stand and was unable to break free no matter how hard he tried. 

Even if he did manage to extricate himself, it was doubtful that he would be of any assistance to anyone. 

Just as panic threatened to overwhelm him and he sought a means of escape, a blur of light and shadow materialized before him. Su Jing appeared in front of him instantaneously and his hand swiftly lifted Ou Qingsong's chin, propelling his body upward.

At that moment, Ou Qingsong's mind went blank as he lost all sense of direction, while even the sensation of pain seemed to fade away from his entire being.

The eight experts, who had once stood on par with Bai Hetu and Luo Qilin, possessed tremendous power on Earth, far surpassing that of ordinary individuals. However, when compared to Su Jing, the chasm between their strength was insurmountable.

Cracks and snaps resonated through the air as a haunting melody of bones breaking sounded out in the surrounding. 

Song Junhao, Ou Qingsong, and the others, who had been hurled into various corners and appeared to be in critical condition, inexplicably rose to their feet, encircling Su Jing once again. 

Some exhibited shattered sternums, others had broken spines, and a few even displayed twisted necks. 

In theory, they should have been incapable of moving, let alone standing upright. Yet, there they stood, looking grotesque and reminding Su Jing of eight zombies.

The onlookers and security guards, who had briefly regained consciousness, once again succumbed to a motionless state. Their eyes lost their luster and their bodies convulsed involuntarily. It was as if their souls were being drained away.

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