Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 259 - 243: The Greatest Strength

Tick-tock, tick-tock, the clock’s hand continues to move.

Several white bone bullets shot towards Wang Cong at close range, but before his brain could react, they were intercepted by a layer of white sand.

Whish, whish, whish!

The white sand hung in the air in front of Wang Cong, not static but swirling back and forth like a sunken mudslide, using an unusually soft force to entangle the bone bullets, causing rippling waves.

The few bone bullets, as hard as iron and visible to the naked eye, seemed to be trapped in a quagmire, their impact force dissolved, and then they were slowly engulfed, taking two or three breaths to be reduced to bone fragments, becoming part of the white sand.

"Hey? Your fingers!"

Wang Cong was shocked, wanting to manipulate the white sand to spit out the devoured bones, only to find it impossible, like the parental protection and love, domineeringly irresistible.

Being an Ancient Calamity Corpse, Wang Cong’s body temperature was low, but at this moment, he was so anxious that he broke out in a sweat.

"It’s okay, my bones can regenerate."

Feng Mu sat leisurely on the sofa with a faint smile, helping Wang Cong test his abilities with great interest,

"So, tell me how you feel now."

Wang Cong stared intently at Feng Mu until he saw the latter’s five indented fingers regain fullness, exhaling cold air as he spoke.

He thought to himself, "Yes, my worries are ridiculous. Feng Mu can manipulate even death, so bone regeneration should be possible; otherwise, it wouldn’t make sense."

This thought transition was natural, and over time, Wang Cong would increasingly feel that whatever Feng Mu could do was not worth his astonishment, growing ever more reverent and fanatical.

Wang Cong took a deep breath and opened his palm, with circles of white sand grains swirling around his arm and flowing slowly.

He answered, "Although it’s almost indistinguishable to the naked eye, I can feel that the grains of white sand seem to have increased slightly."

Feng Mu nodded with satisfaction and smiled, saying,

"As long as the white sand can increase in quantity, that’s fine. Otherwise, with just a small quantity, the power is really limited. However, if more can be gained by absorbing bones, the shortage can be quickly supplemented."

Feng Mu paused for a moment and then asked, "Is it only bones that can be absorbed?"

Wang Cong waved his hand, and the white sand moved in response, sweeping like a storm, instantly breaking the coffee table into pieces, which fell to the ground in bits and pieces.

Wang Cong responded in a deep voice, "It should only be able to grow by absorbing bones."

Feng Mu nodded, seemingly understanding, "That’s right; after all, ashes are the product of bones burning."

He then asked considerately, "Would you feel that letting the white sand devour others’ bones for growth would contaminate your parents?"

Wang Cong felt Feng Mu’s delicate care for him and a warmth in his heart.

He shook his head with determination and slowly said, "No. My parents were very weak when alive, and now being able to gain nutrients this way to grow plump, I’m even glad."

Feng Mu had initially worried that Wang Cong might feel uncomfortable, thinking that doing so would soil his parents’ ashes, but seeing him come to terms with it, he stopped preparing the one, two, three, four, five comforting speeches he had ready.

Feng Mu then asked, "Can the eye in the forehead be hidden?"

Wang Cong used his mind to control, and the third vertical eye on his forehead silently merged into his skull, hidden by the healed skin.

This ability to manipulate the flesh and blood of his body more flexibly than the living is the inherent instinct of a Calamity Corpse.

On further thought, this phenomenon is indeed intriguing — a dead body being more agile than the living?

Feng Mu continued to ask, "Can the white sand be fully controlled?"

Wang Cong pondered for a moment, nodded, and then shook his head:

"During an attack, the white sand can act entirely according to my will, but during defense, its reaction speed is even faster than mine."

"Semi-automatic!" Feng Mu drew a conclusion in his heart, and what could he say, only sincerely lamenting, "Wang Cong, you are very fortunate. You have parents who love you so deeply, beyond even death." 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Feng Mu patted Wang Cong’s shoulder, and the white sand surrounding him did not autonomously block him, seemingly possessing a soul and sensing his inner purity.

"Love truly is the greatest power in this world!"

Feng Mu looked at Wang Cong with deep eyes, speaking earnestly,

"Captain Wang Cong, make good use of this power. I believe that in the near future, we will see your day of riding the waves, soaring to great heights."

Feng Mu did not exaggerate, as he really saw the shadow of a character from a past anime in Wang Cong.

He said, "I think you should prepare a gourd, carry it with you, to store your parents’ ashes, to avoid scaring others."

Wang Cong’s heart was stirred, feeling Feng Mu’s suggestion resonated with his soul. He nodded firmly, just recalling a gourd under his father’s cabinet.

His father was a carpenter, and the gourd was actually a solid tumbler, made to amuse him, one of the few toys in his childhood memory.

"Just hollow out the tumbler and tie a string to it, and it would be perfect!" Wang Cong thought.

For some reason, Wang Cong suddenly felt that in his two decades of living, everything seemed to have been paving the way for today, with all being the best result arranged by Destiny.

After helping Wang Cong conduct a preliminary test of his abilities, Feng Mu roughly evaluated Wang Cong’s strength.

"Judging solely by Strength and agility, the improvement may not be particularly great, but the Constitution from Calamity Corpse Transformation grants him a degree of immortality, with abundant vitality, possibly not inferior to some specialist fourth-tier Martial Artists in direct confrontation."

"However, if you add the Sand Control ability, there’s a high probability he could easily crush most fourth-tier Martial Artists, and if caught off guard, he might even stand a chance against a fifth-tier Martial Artist."

"In other words, at the current stage of the Second Prison, if all consequences were ignored, Wang Cong might be able to slaughter through the Second Prison, using everyone’s bones to honor his parents."

Feng Mu mulled over it; of course, this was a disposable, sacrificial method. Feng Mu had more secure ways to control the Second Prison without going entirely mad.

Compared to Wang Cong’s current displayed strength, he was more eager for the day when Wang Cong’s potential would be thoroughly excavated and realized.

Feng Mu casually unplugged the charger, having thoughtfully charged Wang Cong’s phone while he was asleep; it was now ready to power on again.

The phone, tossed in a parabolic arc, was steadily caught by the white sand and then delivered to Wang Cong’s hand, where he looked suspiciously at Feng Mu.

Feng Mu grinned and said, "If I’m not mistaken, the warden should have called you."

Wang Cong checked his phone and indeed saw a missed call from Warden Qian Huan. He nodded at Feng Mu, saying, "Yes, it’s true."

Feng Mu noticed the coldness in Wang Cong’s eyes, replying nonchalantly with a smile, with profound meaning,

"Don’t hold grudges so easily, Captain Wang Cong; for those who are treacherous, we must learn to use deeper love to gradually transform them."

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